by Melody Adams
I could hear footsteps and my heart began to race. He was coming! And I was not ready. I had not expected him so early as I knew that he had been on a mission and first had to submit a report. Clearly the whole thing had not taken as long as I thought it would and now I was standing here, dressed only in a bath towel, and at any moment the door would open and Lorne would come in. I had given up locking the door after Lorne had kicked it down three times.
Then Lorne burst into my room and looked at me with that wild expression in his eyes that made my knees weak and my pulse race.
“What do you want?“ I asked, holding my towel protectively in front of my body. My heart was beating wildly. An unnecessary question because I did of course know why he was here. But I could not give into him any more. It hurt too much. If only my damn body would not always get so hot and tingly when he was near. Lorne had closed the door behind him and was coming towards me. I did not expect him to answer my question. We both knew all too well what he was doing here. He wanted me. He wanted to fuck me, but he did not want to make me his mate. This damn son of a bitch!
“Go!“ I said, resisting the urge to step back. “Or have you come to make me your mate?“ I hated myself for the beseeching tone of my voice. In my imagination, when I had planned this conversation, my voice had been strong and I had resisted him. How pitiful the whole thing looked for me in reality. I was anything but strong. His proximity always seemed to rob me of my strength, if not my reason.
He was now standing right in front of me. Our bodies were not touching but only a few millimetres separated us. I was staring into his face and his passionate gaze seemed to hypnotise me. My nipples were pushing against the rough material of the towel and a hot torrent of juices poured out of my pussy. That was how it was every time. One look from him and I was incapable of thinking clearly. My body reacted to him to an extent that was shocking and completely removed my control. I could feel my pussy swelling and opening like a flower in the sun. He groaned quietly and I knew that he could smell my arousal.
“Lorne, I want you to go!“ I tried to resist him in one last desperate attempt.
“No, Trisha, that’s not what you want, and we both know that.“
He grasped the hair at the back of my head and pulled my head back. His lips were slightly open, showing his fangs. He was looking at me out of half-closed eyes. I could feel the pulse in my neck throbbing, calling to him, and as always, he answered the call and sunk his head to dig his fangs into my neck. I groaned and the towel fell from my hands as my fingers relaxed and moved onto Lorne’s chest. My clitoris was pulsating longingly. It was too late to resist Lorne. I needed his cock inside me as urgently as I had previously needed air to breath. Lorne moved away from my neck and brushed his tongue over the small wounds that his teeth had left to close them. Then he moved his tongue up my neck and bit me playfully on my ear lobe.
“Lorne,“ I uttered, trembling.
He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed where he lay me down gently. I watched breathlessly as he quickly undressed. My eyes moved appreciatively over the muscles on his broad chest and down to his perfect six pack and further down to his large cock that I would hopefully feel inside me soon. My pussy responded to the promising sight with another torrent of juice. I opened my legs and enjoyed Lorne’s pleasurable gaze at my femininity. He licked his lips and groaned. He wanted to taste my juice and my pussy was completely in favour of this plan. Slowly Lorne crawled from the end of the bed to my wide open legs and I trembled with anticipation. He bared his teeth, showing his fangs. I had learnt by now that this was a sign of the highest arousal in a vampire. His hands were placed on my upper thighs, pushing them still further apart, then he lowered his head and I felt his tongue at last there where I was so longingly awaiting it. In one slow movement of his tongue he licked my juices directly from my opening up to my hyper-sensitive clit. Once there, he sucked my pearl into his mouth and I immediately came so hard that everything went black. He did not stop, but began to tickle my clit with the tip of his tongue until I came again and again. I had heard of multiple orgasms but never really believed such a thing could really exist. As the last shock wave of ecstasy slowly ebbed away Lorne moved over me and pushed inside me with a hard thrust as far as he could reach. I writhed towards him, wrapping my legs around his hips as he fucked me with deep, hard thrusts. He sank down onto me, burying his head next to mine. He did not need to ask – I turned towards him and buried my teeth into his flesh. To stay healthy I had to drink from various donors, but I only ever found satisfaction when I drank from Lorne. He was the cream cake as opposed to the countless dry oatcakes. His thrusts became wilder and I knew that he was about to come. I released him from my bite and he turned his head to dig his fangs into my neck. It was his sucking that catapulted me over the edge and I uttered loud cries of ecstasy. Only seconds later he came inside me, groaning.
Lorne
“You must clear matters up, Lorne,“ said Lothaire sharply. I turned round to him and snarled threateningly.
“Don’t meddle in my affairs!“ I bellowed at him.
“You know the rules, Lorne,“ said Lothaire, unbothered by my threat. “If you want to have her for yourself, then you must declare her as your mate. Otherwise she is fair game and any vampire can woo her. She’s a sexy thing. I could be tempted to claim her for myself.“
I bared my teeth and uttered an angry roar. I saw red and, without warning, I leapt at Lothaire. My claws tore his shirt and left bloody marks on his chest. Lothaire, likewise, bared his teeth and his eyes began to go red, just as I knew that my eyes, too, were blood red. Snarling, we circled one another and exchanged well-placed blows or kicks. Rivalry fights between vampires were usually messy and bloody affairs and this fight threatened to be damn bloody. It had been a long time since I had felt such raw anger. The fact that Lothaire was one of my closest friends did not matter at this moment. All I saw in my rage was a rival. He would bleed just for suggesting that he might touch Trisha.
Trisha
“What was that?“ I asked. “It sounds like Lorne.“
“That was Lorne,“ Charleene confirmed. “And Lothaire, from what I can hear. They seem to be fighting. Come on! We mustn’t miss this.“
My heart had started to beat faster. Why were they fighting? They were friends. Worried, I hurried behind Charleene. All sorts of horror scenes were flashing through my mind. I had already heard that vampire fights were extremely brutal and even though I was terribly angry with Lorne, I did not want him to be seriously injured. Lothaire was older and stronger than Lorne.
We reached the big hall where a dozen spectators had already gathered. All eyes were fixed on the two blood-covered fighters. I put my hands in front of my face to suppress a cry.
“Oh, no!“ I uttered, stifling my cry. “Why are they doing this?“
“They’re fighting over you, little one,“ explained Sean unemotionally – he had appeared next to us.
“But ... why would they do that? Lorne doesn’t want me. And I ...“
Sean laughed heartily and I glared at him.
“I don’t find any of this at all funny!“ I snapped angrily.
“I’m only laughing because you’re so terribly blind, Trisha. How can you think that Lorne doesn’t want you?“
I shook my head, confused.
“He’s said it clearly enough,“ I responded flatly.
“Yes, you just go on telling yourself of that,“ replied Sean sarcastically. “Lorne’s either a compete idiot or a miserable coward for not finally making his feelings public. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s head over heels in love with you.“
A cry went through the crowd and I turned my head in shock to see what had happened. Lothaire was lying on the steps to the west wing and did not seem to have a bone in his body that was not broken. His limbs were grotesquely twisted. I did know that such injuries were not fatal for a vampire and would heal quickly, but it was a horrible sight.
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sp; “Fuck! That hurts!“ groaned Lothaire, grinning miserably.
Three female vampires had already rushed to his side and were fighting over which would give him blood to start up his healing. Lothaire seemed to enjoy all of that, too. It would definitely take a hundred years or more for me to understand vampires, especially the guys. I shook my head and turned to the place where Lorne had just been standing. He was no longer there.
“Go! Tend to your hero!“ said Charleene next to me, giving me a push.
“Yes,“ Sean joined in, chuckling. “Go and help him lick his wounds.“
“Ass!“ I hissed at him, but I only got a broad grin. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and made my way through the crowd to hurry to Lorne’s quarters.
I stood before Lorne’s door and considered whether to knock or simply walk in. I decided at last to do the latter – opened the door, slipped into the room and closed the door behind me. Lorne was standing at the window. His shirt hung in tatters from his body and his trousers did not look much better, either. He did not turn round to face me although he knew that I was there. Gathering all my courage I walked up behind him and put my hand on his back. Slowly he turned round and stared at me. His nose was broken, he had a serious cut over his right eye and everywhere swelling caused by Lothaire’s blows could be seen. I put my head to the side, pushed my hair away and offered Lorne my neck. A large hand was placed on my waist and pulled me to his body, then he sank his fangs into my neck and began to drink. As always my pussy tingled with pleasure and I could not suppress a groan. I was here because my blood would heal him, I convinced myself. As soon as he had drunk, I would go!
‘Yes, right! Who are you trying to fool, when your pussy is dripping with desire? Lorne will smell it and he will take that as an invitation and you will, as always, spread your legs for the ass!‘
My juices were actually already soaking my panties and by the erection that was pressing against my belly I could tell that Lorne was already completely set on sex. He pulled out his fangs and kissed me. I tasted my blood on his tongue that he was pushing mercilessly into my mouth. I bit his lips and the taste of my blood mixed with his. We both groaned and our bodies rubbed yearningly against one another. He placed a hand under my bottom and I wrapped my legs around his middle as he lifted me up. Neither of us stopped kissing as he walked to the table with me in his arms and sat me on it. Quickly, we tore one another’s clothing from our bodies. When we were both naked Lorne pushed between my legs and thrust inside me. Our mouths again kissed wildly. Lorne thrust so hard inside me that the table moved a little with every thrust until it banged with a loud thud against the wall. I felt myself approaching the climax and pushed greedily towards Lorne’s thrusts. His face displayed his desire – his mouth half-open, his sharp canine teeth on show and his dark, blazing eyes that held my gaze. I cried out as the orgasm washed over me. My pussy muscles closed tightly around Lorne’s shaft and he groaned, throwing his head back, as he, too, reached the climax. His roar filled the room and I knew that everyone in the house could hear it. Everyone would know about my defeat, how I had again failed, again submitted to a man who was simply using me. Disillusionment wiped away the ecstasy that I had just felt. I placed my hands on Lorne’s chest and tried to push him away from me. He looked at me in confusion.
“What’s wrong with you?“ he asked.
“What’s wrong?“ I yelled and to my anger broke down in tears. “You’re asking what’s wrong?“
“Hey!“ said Lorne gently, pulling me into his arms, and although I should have resisted him, I snuggled into him, allowing myself to be consoled by him although he was the reason for my tears. That was so absurd that I started sobbing again.
“Trisha! What’s wrong? Tell me!“
“I won’t do this any more!“ I sobbed, pulling myself away from him. “I can’t do this any more! I can’t stand it any more. Please, Lorne, leave me in peace now! Stop using me like ... like a damn whore! Why do you treat me like ... like DIRT? As ... as if I were not worthy of you! You damn son of a bitch!“
Lorne
With a pounding heart, I stared at her. What had I done? In my pitiful attempt to resist what was between us, I had hurt her. Again and again. I could see that now. I saw it in her eyes and it simply broke my heart. Yes, I had treated her like dirt, had used her for my pleasure to calm my hunger for her and whilst doing so I had not considered her feelings at all. It had all been about me! – What I needed, what I did not want! Yet the old witch was right. I could not run away from my feelings.
“Please forgive me,“ I said miserably. I ... I ... I’m so sorry! You’re right! I have treated you like a whore, yet you’re the most important person in my life. Day and night I can only think of you. I’m incapable of staying away from you. I ...“
“But why?“ she sobbed. “Why are you doing this if you can allegedly only think of me? I understand the ...“
“I’m a coward, Trisha!“ I admitted, pained. “I never wanted a mate because ... because ...“
“Because what?“
“My best friend, Serge had a mate. I had always admired their love but then ... One day she was killed by a Renegade. Serge could not get over her death. He went mad, ran amok and ...“ I suddenly had the awful day before my eyes.
“What happened then?“ asked Trisha quietly.
“I had no other choice. He ... he was mad and he killed people indiscriminately at a wedding celebration. It was awful.“
I could hear the screams as I approached the house. I had followed Serge, knowing that he was out of control. The house was decorated with garlands and balloons. An arch of white and red roses decorated the door. A woman was screeching loudly, a baby was screaming. Filled with horror, I rushed up the steps to the house and tore the door open. Corpses lay in the entrance and I almost stumbled over a girl of about eight years old whose big blue eyes were looking up at me without seeing. Her throat was cut, she was dead. I had to tear myself away from her gaze, I was petrified by what I saw, by what my best friend had done and, judging by the screaming, he was till raging. I stepped over the dead people and went into a festively decorated lounge. A wedding cake was standing on a long table at which the guests had been seated. Blood was pouring over white marzipan, dying the cream pink. The bride groom was lying a table, one of his arms torn from his body and red blood running from the stump, forming a huge pool of blood on the expensive Persian carpet. A baby was lying in a baby carrier, screaming. Some people had squeezed themselves into a corner and were whimpering and sobbing – a woman was praying quietly. Serge was standing in the middle of the room, the bride in his arms. Shock and fear were written across the young woman’s face. Her white dress was covered in blood and blood was running from a wound in her neck. Serge looked at me with bloodshot eyes – crazed eyes!
“Oh, Lorne! Have you come to the party, too?“ asked Serge, laughing. “I’ve left you a few. But this one here – this one belongs to me. The bride is mine, oh yes! – But I’m happy to leave the baby to you, I’ve heard that baby blood is quite something!“
“Let the woman go, Serge!“ I said calmly, approaching him slowly.
“Pl-please!“ the bride stammered with fear. Her eyes looked at me beseechingly.
“Let her go, Serge! You’ve had enough for today, haven’t you?“ I persuaded my friend. “Come on, man! Let her go! She’s not your taste anyway!“
“You’re right! She’s too fat!“ said Serge, pushing the woman in my direction. “You can have her, then I’ll take the baby!“
The bride fell to the ground at my feet. I saw Serge taking a step towards a young woman who had by now grabbed the baby together with the carrier and was now taking cover behind an armchair. I leapt forwards and pulled my friend to the ground. I knew what I had to do. I had no choice!
“I killed him,“ I ended, my voice stifled.
“Oh my God!“ said Trisha sympathetically. “That ... that’s awful.“
I nodded.
“That’s the
reason why I’ve sworn to myself never to take a mate. Because ... because I ...“ I looked at her, pained. “I could not get over losing you, Trisha. Just like Serge, I’d go mad. That’s why I’ve fought against it. But I couldn‘t stay away from you. Every hour that I’ve spent without you has been torture. I know now that it’s useless to run away from it. No matter whether I now officially make you my mate or not – in my heart you’ve been my mate for a long time!“
Tears poured from her eyes and I bent forward to kiss them away. I swore silently to myself that I would only make her happy from now on. I never again wanted to be the reason for her tears and I would I would hold to account anyone who hurt her, whether emotionally or physically. I would protect her, if necessary, with my life.
“I will never hurt you again,“ I promised, raw with emotion. “Forgive me, my darling. I will send a message to Victor, to ask officially for your hand. As soon as we have his agreement, we will hold the ceremony.“
“Victor? The vampire king? He has to give his agreement first?“ she asked me, with a clear trace of fear in her voice. “What if he says no? What will we do ...“
“Shhh!“ I interrupted her and looked at her intensely. “It’s all just a formality. I’ve never heard of a case where he has refused to agree to the ceremony. Everything will be fine, trust me!“
Chapter 5
Trisha
I could hardly believe it. But it was true. I had read the official letter from Victor myself. He had given his permission and wished us all the best for the future. Now I was standing here in the blood-red dress at the centre of attention and I was so nervous that I was afraid that I would seriously wet my pants.
