Ranson, Tracy L. - Prince of Night [Bloodborn 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Tracy L. Ranson

  “Please, no,” she begged in a hushed whisper.

  His sexy chuckled reverberated around them. “Not tonight, my love. I will need to prepare you for something of this nature. I can assure you that it’ll be something you’ll never forget.”

  Just as she opened her mouth to say something else, Raphael slipped inside of her with a hard plunge. Her pussy clamped onto him immediately like a vice. Raphael’s breath hitched. “Your pussy fits me like a sheath, Elizabeth.”

  “Oh God, you feel so good, too,” she moaned as he thrust into her, his hands gripping her tits, his fingers teasing the already taut peaks.

  Her body was on fire now as he fucked her with all the expertise she could never have imagined. Gently, he pressed her back down so her face was close to the dark wood of the desk and urged her arms back behind her. He pumped into her as her pussy flooded with her own cum. God, she was so close to blowing!

  Just as she danced on the precipice of orgasm, Raphael withdrew and slid underneath her, his pants below his hips. “Let me be your whore for the moment, Elizabeth. Use me as you will.”

  She trembled for a moment, unsure of what to do. “Follow your body,” he said softly as he held his still rock hard cock for her. “Take me into to the hilt.”

  Liz sank down on him, allowing his delicious organ to fill her, stretching her to the limit. Her muscles convulsed against him, holding him hostage inside of her drenched channel. She rocked a little. “You like this, don’t you?”

  His large hands gripped her hips as he thrust upwards. “Being inside of you like heaven.”

  Leaning forward, she took possession of his cold lips. Hungrily, she devoured him as she worked her hips in a natural rhythm. She rose up as if to withdraw only plunge down much to his delight. Her cunt milked his cock as if it needed his vital fluid to survive.

  “My love,” he murmured as his hands trailed up to her bouncing breasts, tugging at her nipples with a powerful pressure.

  A powerful surge of sexual electricity soared through her and she rode him a bit harder, eliciting more groans from him.

  Raphael suddenly bucked upwards as stream of his hot cum washed the inside of her channel. “Elizabeth!” he groaned as jerked a bit more, his hips going slack.

  Liz fell forward and collapsed on his chest, her breath hitching. “I’m sorry this wasn’t good for you.”

  “Are you kidding me? It’s always more than I could have ever imagined with you," he murmured, his hands stroking her hair. "Every time with you is like drinking the finest wine. Each time you drink, it gets better."

  She lay against him for a second, her head moving with his breathing. Inside of his chest, she heard nothing, not even the faintest echo of a heartbeat.

  "As I've told you before, Elizabeth, my heart hasn't beat in over two hundred years," he offered in the heavy silence of the room as he read her thoughts. "I know what I ask of you is difficult. Please try to understand this is the only way."

  "It means giving up everything I know," she said solemnly, her fingers stroking the buttons of his shirt as he slipped out of her.

  "Think of what you'll be gaining, Elizabeth. We will finally be together forever. Then, when the time of the Reckoning comes, we will have the choice to be human or vampire."

  She jerked her head up and stared into his sparkling, moonlit eyes. "The Reckoning?"

  He urged her head back down. "Something I will tell you about very soon, my love. It's getting late and I need to take you home."

  Questions had nagged at her mind since the moment she first accepted Raphael's identity and the purpose of her life. "Can you tell me something?"

  "Anything, my love."

  "How is it that you can walk around in the sunlight and not be affected? According to all legends, vampires are vanquished by sunlight. You and Zakara aren't. Why is that?"

  Raphael's soft chuckles filled the air, his hands stroking her hair. "You have so much to learn!" His fingers swept across her cheek, sending tremors of desire racing down her spine. "Zakara keeps a grimoire, given to her by her father, Satan. Contained within are all the secrets to her powers. I discovered that one night as I—" he cleared his throat, "left her bed. Please forgive me, my love, for saying that.”

  Liz silenced him with her fingers to her mouth. "You have done nothing to be forgiven for, Raphael. She made you vulnerable and took advantage of you, nothing more."

  "I—"

  "No more, okay? There is nothing to be forgiven for."

  Raphael's strong arms wrapped around her and held her closely. "You are a very special woman, Elizabeth Swanson, and always will be. No matter what it takes, I will protect you from all harm."

  The use of Lady Elizabeth’s name still sounded alien to her and she had yet to come to term with everything that had happened. "As I you, Raphael. Can you tell me more about this spell?"

  "It's a sun spell. The grimoire gave specific instructions on how to protect vampires from the sun. So, gathering the other vampires who wanted to escape from Zakara, we all performed the spell, making us immune to the sun. Zakara has tried several times to undo it. Thankfully, she's failed every time."

  Liz lay there with him and soaked up the rest of his words. "There is something I've got to ask you and if you don't want to answer, I'll understand."

  "What is that?"

  She drew a deep breath, summoning up the courage to ask. "Is there any way I can get pregnant, at least by you?"

  He looked at her as the surprise crawled across his face. "Are you telling me—?"

  Liz shook her head. "No, I'm not pregnant, Raphael. Since all of the traditional vampire rules don't seem to apply and we're not using anything to prevent it." She trailed off, unable to finish what she was saying. Oh, great, he's going to run, she thought weakly to herself. That's the last thing any guy wants to hear.

  Raphael tilted her head up, staring deep into her eyes. A flicker of gold glimmered in the green depths. Why hadn’t she noticed that before? "Would that be such a bad thing if it did happen?"

  "No, it wouldn't. I didn't know if it was possible."

  "Between vampires, no. Between a human and a vampire, there is always that possibility," he said, his lips nuzzling against her neck again, inflaming her senses. "Shall we work on that and see what happens?"

  * * * *

  Zakara paced her domain with the quickness of a panther, the sparks flying where her heels struck the stone. Somehow, Raphael had convinced the little fat bitch that everything had been a ruse and that he wasn’t married nor had been in quite a long time.

  "Something vexes you, my queen," murmured one of the twins, his hand manacling her wrist. "What can I do to soothe your ire?"

  She halted her strides, turning to look at him. Long black hair surrounded his angelic face; the green eyes reminded her of Raphael’s. Oh, how good Raphael had been for her! He'd known how to please a woman from the start, having been initiated at the age of twelve by an oversexed nanny. His fingers were magical. "What do you have in mind?"

  "Whatever you wish, my queen," he whispered, bringing her hand to his bulging crotch. Mentally, she summoned his brother and he appeared dressed in the same shiny black leather pants, his muscular torso looking sleek in the light of the burning sconces. Hmm, this gave her ideas.

  "Both of you, strip down," she ordered. "I feel the need to have double the pleasure tonight."

  Without hesitation, they shed what little they wore and stood before her, erections hard and ready. "Good," she stated in a harsh tone as she went to her throne and sat down. "Come to me."

  The twins obeyed her commands and stood before her, their hands behind their backs as they awaited their next orders. Just like diamonds cut from the same rock, their bodies were the same, right down to their cocks, which were very large, an endowment that never missed her attention. Taking her hands, she touched the tips of each and garnered a smidgen of moisture, making both men shiver. "I am in the mood for a little game tonight."

  "Wh
at game would that be, my queen?" they both asked in unison.

  "You know who I long for and since you both resemble him in a fashion, I've decided that both of you will be him," she said in a husky voice as she leaned back, spreading her legs over the arms of her throne. This was a pleasure she hadn't thought of before. "Both of you, pleasure me in the manner that he would."

  Thick hands traveled up her dusky thighs, holding the limbs in place. Zakara leaned her head back as a round digit slipped into her cunt while another slipped into her ass. Instantly, she clamped onto both fingers as they tried to retreat. Her hips rose as the invaders plunged deep again, both orifices filled to the hilt. “Oh yes,” she moaned.

  Two more fingers joined the others widening her even more. Oh, damn, she was so close to coming!

  A velvety tongue caressed her clit, pushing back the hood and swirling around in circles. Her pussy gushed juice as a second tongue joined in and licked her from anus to clit. Damn, this was entirely too good!

  The welcome fingers delved deeper, stroking in an expert fashion. “Faster!” she urged as her orgasm started to burn at her cunt and spread through her body. Her toes curled as she spread her legs even wider, allow the twins far more access.

  Her hips danced with each stroke until her climax burned through her, making her convulse with pleasure.

  For a moment, she drowned in the sweet sensation of the orgasm as it swept over her, shutting out everything.

  She looked down at the wet, shining faces before her, realizing her mistake. They weren't Raphael and never would be. They were only a close replacement.

  I will have you back in my bed again, Raphael, she vowed, no matter what I have to do. She smiled. If the bitch had to die again, then so be it.

  * * * *

  Water sluiced down her body, washing the day away. Liz stayed under the hot water longer than she normally did, the feel of the spray like a tonic to her skin. Not as good a tonic as Raphael, she thought as she soaped her hair.

  He'd wanted to come home with her tonight. She wouldn't let him because it would be nothing except an all-night sex session and she wasn't up to it. She'd been very tired lately and couldn't seem to get enough sleep. Not that she didn't want to have sex with Raphael. That was glorious in itself. No, it was more along the lines of the dreaded pregnancy. What if she did get pregnant by him? What was she going to do?

  Liz rinsed her hair and scrubbed her body with the body-wash, rinsing and turning off the taps, refusing to think about it anymore. Why should she? According to all the myths and legends she'd ever read, a vampire could not impregnate anyone because they were dead and unable to produce any live sperm.

  The bubbles and hisses of water going down the drain surrounded her as she wrapped one fluffy towel around her head and another around her body. Wiping clear the fogged mirror, she stared at her reflection. Dark circles had taken their place under her eyes, giving their silent testimony to her sleepless nights. Thoughts haunted her from the time she got up until the time she tried to go to sleep. Why couldn't she just walk away from it all?

  "Because you're too wrapped up in him," mocked a savage female voice behind her. Liz jerked and twisted to see the same dusky-skinned woman she'd seen earlier in the day

  Out of fright, Liz whirled around to see the mirror showing the perfect picture of the bathroom doorway. The only thing missing was the woman.

  "You won't ever see my reflection in any mirror, bitch," she hissed as she entered the room, her stiletto heels banging their own rhythm against the tile of the bathroom floor. "I've no soul."

  Liz whipped around and held onto the bathroom sink with a strong grip. "What do you want with me?"

  "I don't want anything with you, fat ass. What I want is for you to leave Raphael alone. I've tried nicely to get you away from him. Since you can't seem to take a hint, I'm going to have to cause your departure on a more permanent basis."

  Liz’s sudden resolve erupted from a stored well beneath her soul, giving her unbelievable strength. "Like you did last time?"

  Zakara's face brightened. "So he told you, eh? I half-expected as much. Did he also tell you that we were lovers for quite a time?"

  She regarded the dark-skinned creature with contempt. "He did.” Liz lifted her chin. “I also realized that you took advantage of him in his state," she snapped. She tried to leave the bathroom. Zakara blocked her path. "You did nothing except use him."

  "You've no doubt enjoyed some of the things I taught him," Zakara hissed as she tossed her mane of curly black tendrils behind her shoulders, the moisture on her fangs glistening. "Don't you realize that he's using you? Did you ever think about why you've dyed your hair blonde or why you've changed your eye color? He's implanted those ideas in your head in an effort to make you into his Elizabeth!"

  Zakara thought she knew what Liz was all about. That’s where the bitch was wrong. "That's where you've made your mistake. I've always wanted to be something different and look different. The only thing Raphael did was give me the strength to do it, nothing more."

  She could see the boiling anger in Zakara's black-rimmed eyes, the fire behind them unmistakable. "You little bitch," she snarled and lunged forward, her hands wrapping around Liz's throat. "I'll see you in Hell before I let you have him!"

  "You first,” she choked out, her throat becoming tighter and tighter. Desperately, she clawed at Zakara, the fierce power in her opponent too much for her. I'm going to die a second time at her hands, she thought as blackness invaded her mind.

  Just as unconsciousness was about to whisk her away permanently, she felt Zakara's hands yanked from her throat and heard the deep sound of something hitting the hall. "If you ever touch her again, Zakara, I swear the things I will do to you will make your father's minions weep in mercy." Raphael's voice cut through the deep dark of the apartment, giving her instant comfort. He came for me. Thank you, God.

  "I warned you, Raphael, to come with me or the bitch gets it. If you love her as you say you do—"

  "I do love her. I'm not leaving her side anymore, Zakara. If you want her, you'll have to get by me."

  Liz lay on the floor of the bathroom, gasping for breath and barely able to make out the dark figures in the bedroom. Without her contacts or glasses, she was blind.

  "That can be arranged," Zakara hissed, her voice resembling that of a snake. "I’ve no desire to kill you unless you force my hand, Raphael and that time is drawing near.”

  "So kill me then," he ordered. "Because the others won't come. Will you?"

  Liz heard rustling from the dark shadows of her room. Struggling to get up, she blinked hard several times to see seven people in her bedroom, not just two anymore. Fear compounded. Who were they? "So you've brought some of the renegades with you."

  "We're going to defeat you, Zakara," warned a deeply rich male voice tinted with some foreign accent. "Whether or not you want to believe it."

  "If all of you come back to me, including you, Nicholas," she gestured toward the sound of the voice, "All will be forgiven and things will revert to the way they used to be."

  She heard Raphael's laughter break through the hostile air. "All will be forgiven? In case you don't know, we're the unforgiven kind predators of the night, courtesy of you."

  Zakara said nothing as deadly vibes came from the dark woman. "All of you will come crawling back to me in one form or another. Be warned. All bets are off. War has been declared between us."

  "It's better this way," Raphael retorted. "Once you're defeated, we can continue on and redeem ourselves as best we can."

  Liz lay on the bathroom floor, shivering in the towel, listening for Zakara's tart reply. It didn't come.

  Instead, she caught a glimpse of wispy smoke filling her bedroom. As fast as the fog came, the haze disappeared, hopefully taking Zakara with it.

  Once it was gone, Raphael rushed into the bathroom. She looked up to see him dressed strangely. Black leather covered his body, right down to his fingertips. "Are you all righ
t, my love?" he said softly as he bent down and effortlessly picked her up.

  "I think so," she choked out, her bruised throat barely allowing her anything above a whisper.

  "If that bitch hurt you—" he trailed off as he entered the bedroom. Lights immediately came on as he walked in, revealing all of the strange people with him. A brooding, dark-haired man stood in the corner, his arms folded over his chest. Next to him was a younger version, except his hair was as blond as the winter snow. Three women were among the crowd, all of them exceptionally beautiful. One had long dark hair hanging in a curtain past her waist, the warm, deep amber-colored eyes glaring out at her from a thick fan of black lashes. Another woman was just as blonde as she was, more than likely natural. Her smile was warm and inviting. "I trust that Zakara didn't hurt you terribly, did she?" the blonde asked in a Scottish accent as she sat on the bed.

  Liz cast a wary glance at Raphael, who reassured her. "Don't worry, my love, Siobhan won't hurt you."

  Siobhan patted her bare leg. "No, I won't, my poor scared lass. The only woman I'll ever hurt is Zakara."

  The brunette slid onto the bed, taking her hand. "Neither will I, Elizabeth," she said softly and gestured to the woman standing in the corner, with reams of red hair like an out of control fire. "Neither will Gabrielle."

  "That's right, Elizabeth," Gabrielle said in a gentle tone, her accent deeply French.

  "How did you know my name?"

  The dark-haired woman spoke up. "I was at the club the night Raphael found you. I'm Alexandra. They call me Alex for short." Alex's voice immediately calmed her. "We've known about you for what seems to be ages, thanks to Raphael."

  Raphael covered her with a blanket and sat next to her on the bed. "That one over there is Nick." He gestured to the brooding man with the dark hair and intense expression. "The other one who looks like a poster child for Norway is Drake."

  Drake tipped his head. "Actually, that's where I'm from. If you couldn't tell, I'm a Viking," he remarked with amusement. She looked at him hard, taking in his stature. He was as tall as Raphael and built just as strongly. His blond hair hung below his shoulders in waves, the black leather stretched to the hilt to cover his body. Blue eyes stared out at her, darkly intense yet kind.