The Chosen: A Tale of the Blood Breed

by A Tale of the Blood Breed (lit)

  There was so much she wanted to tell him, so many emotions that coursed through her every time she stared at him. Everything froze inside of her, those words that would tell him how much she cared for him stuck in her throat. He sat down on the bed next to her and stared at her with regret in his eyes. Maybe he did care for her with more than just brotherly love? Had this been a mistake?

  Maybe when he brushed her hair off her shoulders or smiled at her in that special way meant he really did care for her, or was it just wistful thinking on her part? He just sat there, staring at her as she told him how she felt, laid her heart out for him. He just sat there, running a hand over his face and breathing out deeply. Was she an idiot for telling him those things? What if she just ruined the special friendship they had? She tried to tell him to forget about what she said, that they could just be friends. As stupid and childish as she felt, she didn’t care, the feelings he caused her to have were nothing she could just blow off. He looked at her after she said that and told her they would always be friends, forever. And then he got up, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and walked out of her room and out of her life.

  * * * *

  He hadn’t called her or seen her after that, and for a long time she blamed Kaleb for Adrik leaving. After the years passed, though, her emotions got better, and she was able to date guys and actually enjoy herself. She never told Lana how she felt for Adrik. Lana didn’t even know about Adrik, for that matter.

  So here she stood, staring at him as he watched her and feeling her anger finally rising to the surface. “Where did you go? You didn’t even say goodbye. How could you just leave like that after everything I told you?”

  He stood there, a stoic expression on his features. He ran a hand across his face. That spiked her anger up another degree.

  “Answer me! I deserve to know, or was I nothing to you?” He winced at her last question, and she felt satisfaction from his reaction. He sat down on the couch and motioned her over to sit down, too. She hesitantly walked over but didn’t sit next to him. She sat down on the leather chair across from him and folded her arms over her chest.

  “Kayla.” He said her name in a whisper, and her heart flipped in her chest. It was the same way he said her name all those years ago—right before he left. “I don’t know what to tell you. I can’t explain why I left. All I can say is that it was for the best.”

  “Without even a goodbye? I thought we were friends. I poured my heart out to you, laid it on the table, and you all but chopped it up.” She tried to control herself, but her emotions were starting to come crashing back on her. She would not cry, she would not cry. She said the mantra over and over again, willing herself to be strong. She spent too long wondering what happened to him. “Kaleb wouldn’t tell me anything, but I know he knew why you left. Did you leave because of all those things I told you?”

  “Oh, Kayla, no, love. You have to understand that if I stayed, I would have just hurt you. You were too young for me, and my life was too complicated. We come from far different backgrounds.”

  “Did Kaleb tell you to leave?” She stood up then and placed her hands on her hips. “Well, did he?”

  He sighed and nodded.

  “And you actually listened to him?”

  “Yes and no. Your brother loves you and was only trying to protect you. Believe me when I say if there had been another way, I would have taken it.”

  She was hurt and scared, and not ready to go through this heartache again. She couldn’t be friends with him—her feelings were just too strong.

  “Well, Adrik, it was really nice to see you again, and I hope our little visit hasn’t complicated your life even more. Maybe I’ll see you around.” She turned and walked toward the elevator but remembered he needed to activate the sensor. “If you wouldn’t mind opening the elevator for me, I’d like to leave now.” She kept her back toward him but heard his footsteps stop behind her. His arm brushed past her as he placed his hand on the sensor. He was so close to her she felt his body heat, and it made her throat go dry. There was a soft click as the elevator opened. She stepped inside and turned back around to stare at him. She pushed the ground button and waited for the door to close.

  “Kayla, please know that I did—that I do care for you, so very much.”

  She gave a small smile but didn’t say anything, didn’t trust herself to not say something foolish. His sad face was the last thing she saw as the doors closed, leaving her alone with her depressing thoughts.

  Chapter Six

  Lana followed Aleksei through the back of the club and into an elevator. Once she entered it, she stood in the back and watched as the doors closed. His scent was intoxicating, and being in the small confines with him only intensified the scent. The elevator rose, and she braced her hands on the silver bar going across the middle of the walls. He stood on the other side watching her, his eye half-lidded and desire reflected in their bright blue depths.

  “Where are we going again?”

  “I have a room off of my office that I use when I can’t make it home. I feel I should have taken you there, but I will be tied up for some time.”

  Moisture pooled between her legs at the thought of what they soon would be doing. She knew the experience would be sinful and erotic as hell, and she just hoped she didn’t make a fool of herself with her inexperience. Before she could respond, his large body pressed against her own. The metal pole behind her dug into the small of her back, but the feeling made her hotter. His mouth came down on hers with such force it took the breath right out of her.

  His hands roamed her body, cupping her ass and bringing her pelvis flush with his body. She moaned into his mouth and put her hands on his shoulders. He ground his erection into her belly, and her heart rate picked up. He was so thick and long, she could feel the outline through both of their clothing His tongue danced inside her mouth, smoothing along hers and causing her to moan. She sensuously rubbed her body along his, loving the feel of his hard muscles against her soft curves. The light ding of the elevator reaching its destination sounded, and she forced herself to pull away. She looked into his face and saw his eyes closed as he rested his head against her forehead.

  “Please let me compose myself.”

  He took a deep breath and turned to lead her into a lavish apartment. Before she could really look around, he had her on her back on a cool leather couch. His eyes were half-lidded as he stared down at her. The leather was cold and smooth beneath her back, and it cooled her heated body. Her dress rode up to the top of her thighs, and she closed her eyes and groaned at the feel of his erection gently thrusting against her core. She opened her eyes and licked her lips as he slowly bent down and took her mouth in a searing kiss. Before his lips slanted over her, she thought she saw the tip of a very sharp tooth—the tip of a fang.

  It must have been a trick of the light because people just didn’t have fangs. She lost the thought as his tongue speared into her mouth and stroked the inside. One of his hands braced against the back of the couch, and the other he placed by her head. His fingers lightly traced her check and moved lower to her collarbone. His mouth never stopped the hot kiss he delivered. His hand hesitated right above the swell of her breasts, but she arched her back and moaned when his palm made contact. Her nipples stabbed through the thin material of the dress, and the sensitivity of them was excruciating. Her breasts were not large in any sense, and the fact that his palm seemed to dwarf her breast embarrassed her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and relished the feel of his hand skimming over her breast and to her hip.

  He bunched up the rest of her dress and dragged it over her waist to lay at the tops of her breasts. He broke away from the kiss and looked down at her, then ran his palms across her nipples. He pulled the front of her dress down and released the front clasp of her bra. His eyes roamed over her exposed skin, and she flushed in slight embarrassment. What if he didn’t like what he saw or thought her breasts were too small? She swallowed and watched him as he continue
d to stare at her body, his hands not making a move to touch her bare skin. He inhaled deeply, and his gaze snapped to her face.

  “Vy ochen' krasivy.”

  His deep voice strained, and she licked her lips as arousal swam through her. She didn’t understand what he said, but the way he looked at her made a fresh flood of cream coat her pussy lips.

  “What does that mean?”

  His free hand traced the outer top of her thong, and she fought back the urge to moan. “I said you are very beautiful.”

  “Wh-what language is that?” She could hardly form the words as his fingertips skimmed over her heated flesh.

  “It’s Russian, my sweet.” He slowly brought his mouth down to her collarbone and ran his lips along her skin. He ran his tongue down her skin and over the slight swell of her breast, kissing a pathway toward her distended nipple. He looked into her eyes as he swirled his tongue around her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. He alternated between both breasts and slowly brought his hand down across her ribs, over her stomach, and to the top of her panties.

  “Tell me you want it, Lana. Tell me to take these off.”

  He didn’t wait for her to answer, just went back to torturing her beasts and nipples. She stared down as his erotic words caused her vagina to pulse with a need she had never known. She really should have stopped him, but she was so aroused she would have told him to rip them clean off. Her panties were so soaked that they rubbed uncomfortably against her lips. Every time his tongue swiped over the hard point of her nipple, she wanted to grind her vagina into the hard erection that pressed through his pants. He would alternate between sucking her nipple and dipping down to her hip, delivering a gentle kiss to her exposed skin. He kissed the small birthmark by her belly button on more than one occasion. The birthmark always made her feel self-conscious, and she was glad that he paid so much attention to it.

  “Take them off of me.” Her eyes grew wide at the growl that came out of him. He gripped the top of her panties and ripped them clean off of her, tossing the fabric to the ground. She would be lying if she said his aggressiveness didn’t turn her on.

  “You smell so fucking delicious. I can’t stand it.”

  His voice became deeper, and before she realized what he was doing, he was between her thighs with his hands holding them open. His breath brushed across her exposed folds, and she let her thighs open wider of their own accord. The hot touch of his tongue along her engorged clit caused her to throw her head back and moan. It felt so good, so much better than when she touched herself. He ran his tongue in a circular motion, sucking her clit into the hot depths of his mouth before running over it again. He nibbled and teased her labia, twirling his tongue along the opening of her pussy and running it back up to torment her clit. She had her legs as wide as they would go, but even that didn’t feel wide enough. His tongue continued its exploration of her clit as one of his fingers ran in a slow motion around her pussy hole. She wanted, no, needed him to plunge it inside, to end the exquisite torture he was giving her. It was never ending, the pleasure he brought to her body with just a flick of his tongue and a tease of his finger.

  He left no part of her untouched, swiping his tongue over her lips, around her center, and making his way back up to her clit. Moans and groans came from his mouth, vibrating off her clit and causing her orgasm to come closer to the surface. His hands had a tight clasp on her thighs, his big body wedged between them. He lifted one of her legs over the back the couch, opening her up even further to his wicked tongue. He continued to suck at her clit, and the tight coil of her climax moved through her body. Her sex blossomed like a dam opening up and getting ready to spill forth. Her wetness flowed out of her core from the tidal wave of pleasure that coursed through her.

  “Oh, yes. I think I’m going to come.” She had climaxed plenty of times by herself but had never felt the feeling that washed through her at this moment.

  “Come for me, Lana. Fucking come all over my mouth. I want your cream covering my lips.” He continued to suck and lick at her, and just hearing the provocative words he said set her off. Her orgasm tore through her, causing her to thrust her breasts out and groan loudly. He never let up, just kept sucking and licking until her orgasm tapered off. Although she felt sated and relaxed, the orgasm did nothing to stop the arousal still pulsing through her veins. She opened her eyes to stare at him, his glorious body now naked. She didn’t know when took off his clothes, but his shirt and pants now sat on the floor. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his hard, muscled body.

  He grabbed his cock as she slid her eyes up and down his body. She stared at his erection, eyes wide and heart beating quickly. He was huge, so big she didn’t even know if he would fit inside of her. His hands slid under her back and flipped her over so she straddled him. He leaned against the couch and gripped her naked hips.

  “It will fit perfectly. You will feel exquisite when I slide in and out of you. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

  She breathed heavily, loving the dirty way he spoke to her. His cock rubbed along her slick folds, teasing her clit as he slowly thrust his hips up. The flame in her body grew stronger, her desire burning hotter and hotter. She initiated the next kiss, dipping down to meet his firm lips and slipping her tongue inside. He groaned and slid his hands to her ass before slipping one hand further down to rest by her vagina. He brought his other hand to her breast, tweaking and pulling at her hard nipple. His finger didn’t move any closer to her pussy, just sat close to her hole, making her want to thrust onto it. Their moans filled the room, and before she knew it, he scooped her off the couch and carried her to his bedroom.

  His smooth and hairless chest felt wonderful against her flesh, and his raging erection moved against the back of her thigh erotically. Her wetness moved down her inner thigh as she thought about him sliding his cock inside of her. She squirmed a little bit, wanting to get out of his hold so she didn’t embarrass herself if her juices got on his arm. He entered through a door off to the side and walked into a large bedroom. A king sized four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room, black and red silk adorning it. Small, intricately carved end tables framed each side of the bed, and a small but lavish chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling. A bookshelf lined one entire wall, displaying hundreds of books. A fireplace was situated across from the bookshelf, unlit.

  “What a beautiful room.” As he set her on the ground, her body slid sensuously against his, his cock tucking into the folds of her vagina and gathering her moisture. “It’s so quite up here.” She placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him.

  “Soundproof flooring and walls.” His head dipped down, and he took possession of her mouth as he walked them backward to his bed. “You smell so good, so fucking good.”

  Lana broke the kiss, panting with her need. She didn’t know what had gotten into her, but she was acting so wantonly. Something inside her was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, and she couldn’t help herself. This felt so right.

  “I want you to know I don’t ever do this.”

  He raised a dark brow at her statement.

  “I mean, I don’t randomly go home with men.”

  His huge, naked form came forward, his impressive erection standing long and hard. She ran her eyes up and down his body again, getting so hot from the view. She licked her lips, her gaze dropping once again to his massive cock.

  “There’s a connection between us, can’t you feel it? We share the same intense attraction for each other, and it’s only logical to share it physically.”

  His deeply accented voice made her vagina tingle and weep with need.

  “Your eyes are darker. I thought they were blue.”

  He closed his eyes and breathed out roughly. “It’s just the lighting.”

  He didn’t look at her face when he finally opened his eyes. He raked his gaze down her naked body, stopping for several suspended moments on her breasts and mound and causing a shiver to skate down her spine Maybe she shou
ld tell him she was a virgin. She didn’t know but decided to just keep that to herself. It’s not like she was saving herself for her wedding night, the opportunity just never happened. He came closer, mere inches from her face, so that she needed to tilt her head back to look into his face. His hands landed on her bare arms, leading her to the bed. He gently pushed her back on the bed and came over her. Her thighs automatically spread to accommodate his large frame. She was so wet and slick, ready to take all of him. He kissed her sweetly as if savoring her. He pulled away the same time his hand made its way toward her core and started to stroke her. His fingers slid up and down her wet lips as they stared at each other.

  “You’re so wet and hot for me. Do I make you feel good?”

  “Oh, yes. It feels so good.” She breathed out the words, and a grin spread across his face. His mouth made its way down her cheek toward the part of her neck that met her shoulder. He licked and sucked the spot, his teeth gently rasping over her skin. His fingers continued their slow exploration of her before circling around her center and lightly probing. He continued to suck at her skin, becoming more forceful in his motions. It heated her up even more, having him sucking her skin as his fingers brought her pleasure. He slid his finger in a little farther, her wetness making it an easy move.

  “You’re so tight and hot. So small down there. I bet when my cock gets inside of you you’ll burn me up.”

  His teeth scraped over her skin as his fingers worked faster, inching a little more inside of her. His erection thrust against her thigh, mimicking the act his fingers were doing. His teeth were sharp at her neck, sliding back and forth as he moaned against her skin. She was so close, her orgasm right on the brink of exploding. Just a few more inches into her and faster rhythm and she would go over the edge. She twisted her head to the side, loving the feel of him at her throat. His free hand grabbed her breast, his fingers pinching at her nipple. His teeth scraped along her flesh, and there was a slight sting of pain. The pleasure-pain washed away into an intense sensation that had her back arching off the bed.