VAMPIRE:Vampire Guardian Series: Paranormal Mystery Vampire Alpha Male Romance (New Adult Contemporary Paranormal Royalty Fantasy Romance Collection))

by Rachel S. William

  Jamesson went red and looked away. “Ah…Right…Sorry. I just…”

  “You were frightened…I know…We all were.” Elso said, petting his hair and trying to calm him. “There’s no reason for you to be sorry.” She assured “We have all been concerned about her.

  Jamesson nodded and settled on the bed as well, taking Elso’s hand. Daemon looked around and for a moment, he felt that he and Mariska were the luckiest people on the planet. They had so many people who cared for them and loved them. It filled him with relief to know that no matter what happened, they would have friends there to love and support them.

  It made the idea of going to war a little more tolerable.

  Chapter Five

  Mariska slept well into the day and when she finally did wake up the sun was high in the sky and she was alone with Daemon. She pushed herself up, licking her lips and looking around.

  “What…?”

  All she could remember was the pain of turning and people crowding around her. Now she felt great and she was alone with Daemon.

  “What happened?” She asked softly, looking up at Daemon.

  “I had to turn you, darling.” He said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear, leaning in and kissing her forehead.

  She swallowed a little, frowning a little. “I’m a vampire now?” She whispered.

  “You’re a vampire now.” He said with a nod.

  She looked down and gripped the pillow in her lap, closing her eyes. Daemon touched her hand and frowned a little. “Are you angry?”

  “No…I think…I’m mourning” She said softly, glancing up at him.

  “Mourning?” He asked, frowning a little.

  She nodded again. “I’m not a human anymore…I lost my humanity and it…It’s kind of scary.” She admitted.

  He nodded and held her hand. “I know…”

  A silence fell between them and as they sat together in that warm silence, she felt a burning between her legs. It was desire like she’d never felt before. She looked up at Daemon and it was like she was seeing him for the first time. Her eyes widened and she touched his cheek, all of the apprehension and fear suddenly fading into nothing. She was safe here and as long as she was with him, everything would be okay. The angel had said so.

  She knew she had to let things go and she knew she needed to ride out what was going to happen. She was doing the right thing and she had to believe it. Maybe it was time to just go with those feelings.

  She ran her fingers over his cheek and swallowed thickly, smiling just a little. “Kiss me…” She whispered

  He frowned a little but did not argue, leaning in and pressing their lips together gently. Mariska moaned, her body lighting up. She had always enjoyed their sex life, but now things seemed even better. She groaned into the kiss, her eyes fluttering for a moment as she chewed on her lower lip.

  She smiled and pulled him down into the sheets, tangling her fingers in his hair. “I want to know if it’s different.” She hummed.

  He cocked a brow. “Different?” He asked.

  She nodded. “I want to know if it feels different making love like this.”

  A grin slowly spread across his face and he chuckled. “Well…I certainly don’t mind testing the theory.” He whispered, nuzzling her temple

  She turned her head and caught his lips, her body coming alive with passion at even that tender kiss. She deepened it, wrapping her arm around the back of his neck and breaking for a moment, looking at him with wide eyes.

  They fell into the bed together in a mess of limbs and soft pleas. There was nothing slow about this. It was the type of love making that took your breath away and left you speechless. It was the kind of passion that spoke of fear mixed with ecstasy. It was the type of love making that was made when people thought the end was near.

  His hands wandered over the expanse of her belly, wanting to feel the taut skin under his fingers. She was so beautiful and they were both so desperate. Things hadn’t really gone according to plan over the last few days. He was going to take this time to make her feel good…Really good. He wanted her body to sing for him.

  Daemon pushed her into the mattress, his fingers wandering over her body, fingers dancing along her perfectly ample breasts and hips before he began leaving a wet trail of kisses that led down her belly and thighs. Her breath hitched and her eyes widened as she realized where he was headed. This did not happen often, but damn was he good at it. She arched her back and moaned in anticipation, hardly able to contain her desire.

  Daemon pressed wet kisses to each of her hips before his mouth found her inner thighs and he nibbled at the skin there, pleased when he drew a soft gasp from her lips. His teeth scraped over the delicate flesh, making her mewl and wriggle underneath him. Her breaths became more desperate as moans began to fall from her lips. His tongue found her most sensitive parts, tasting her petals and teasing every inch of her womanhood. Her hand tangled in his hair as her back arched to meet his attentive mouth. No matter how many times he did this, she was always shocked by his skill. He often left her a shuddering puddle of desire. He spread her open and lapped at her sweet, glistening nectar with his warm tongue, drawing out soft pleasured sobs from Mariska. She was aching for him now and she knew this wasn’t going to be enough.

  His tongue explored the vast expanse of her velvet cavern, tasting her eagerly, but he paused at the tiny nub he knew brought her so much pleasure, circling the bundle of nerves and lapping at it with an eagerness she had come to expect of him. He seemed to enjoy this just as much as she did. Every lap and every stroke brought her closer and closer to the edge, bringing every nerve in her body alive.

  Mariska was rocking back and forth, teetering on the edge of orgasm. She was ready to push off and dive into the pleasure that waited for her on the other side of the cliff. She yanked his hair and pulled him back up her body, their lips crashing together again. The sweet taste of her own nectar made her even hungrier for whatever else Daemon had to offer. He was good and she wanted more. This wasn’t going to be enough and she wanted anything and everything he was willing to give her.

  They did not need words anymore. He knew exactly what she wanted. She was the love of his life and he’d learned to read the signs of her body and knew exactly what to give her. Daemon straddled her and put a hand on either side of her head as she wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him closer so that he could bury himself inside of her. He missed her warmth, but at the end of the day, this was still his Mariska and that would never change. Her eyes widened in pleasure and then fluttered closed as he buried himself into her, going as deep as he possibly could. He leaned down and pressed their lips together again, setting a slow pace, drawing a moan with each thrust.

  Each thrust was deliberate and meant to bring her closer and closer to the edge of her pleasure. He wanted her to scream his name and beg him for more, and she was happy to oblige. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she clung to him, his name falling from her lips with each thrust. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, giving their love making and amazingly erotic soundtrack.

  Hot, liquid pleasure was burning in her belly and she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. This was just too damn perfect. It was exactly what she needed to distract her from the fear and panic she’d been feeling only moments before. Her heels dug into his hips as she refused to let him pull out. His own grunts were coming in soft pants, her name tangled in the moans.

  Her orgasm hit her wave after rolling wave. Each time it washed over her, her body shuddered violently and she let out a sob of pleasure. Her body squeezed around him, silently begging for him to stay right where he was and fill her until she over flowed with his essence. This was true, utter perfection.

  She was panting, his name leaving her lips over and over again as he leaned over and kissed her face over and over again, settling on top of her for a moment, a thin sheen of sweat glistening in the rays of sunlight that managed to peek through the curtains.


  Mariska wrapped her arms around her lover, her fingers tangling in his hair as she finally started to come down. Giggles erupted from her and she turned to bury her face in his neck for a moment, feeling far more relaxed than she ever could have expected

  “That was exactly what I needed…” She murmured.

  Daemon rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around her, sighing softly as he tucked her against his bare chest and pulled the covers over them. She felt good pressed against her chest and he was surprised that he did not ache to hear her heart beat. He was surprised that he did not miss what had made her distinctly human.

  “I love you, Mariska.”

  “And I love you, Daemon.”

  Chapter Six

  Mariska did not take much time to recover. She kept thinking about everything the angel had told her. She hadn’t told anyone about the near death experience yet, afraid that they might judge her or think she was crazy. She was aware of the fact that it could have been a fever dream, but she doubted it was. According to Daemon, she’d been floating between the worlds. Everything she dreamed could have happened and that’s what she was going to believe. It gave her hope.

  She was in the shrine the Taltos had built, silently praying to any god she could think of. Just because she was confident, did not mean that she wasn’t scared. She looked up into the eyes of the statue before her and sighed softly, kissing the cold stone, hoping it was enough.

  Her parents were gone and she feared for them. The love making the day before had been a wonderful distraction, but now she was being forced to face reality. Her world was crumbling around her and if she did not act quickly, she would lose everything.

  “Mariska?” A soft, familiar voice tore her from her thoughts.

  She turned and smiled at Jamesson. He looked awful, though she could not really blame him. The Taltos had managed to put a protection spell around Elso, but it wasn’t as strong as the magic being used against her. Elso was slipping from between their fingers and there was nothing they could do about it. The feeling was overwhelming.

  “Jamesson…” She said, crossing the shrine and wrapping her arms around him. “You should be with Elso.”

  He nodded. “I was…” He said with a soft, weak smile. “There’s not much I could do to help her. I was feeling rather useless.” He whispered, frowning

  She cupped his cheek and looked up at him. “You are not useless.” She said sternly.

  He sighed and nodded. “I know…I know…I just had to get out of there.” He grumbled. He looked at me for a moment before pulling me into his arms. “I wish you weren’t going.”

  “I have to go…You know I have to go. They have my parents…I’m not going to sit around while they’re in danger.”

  He nodded slowly and sighed, closing his eyes. “I know…I know.” He whispered.

  I patted his hair gently and smiled. “You stay here and hold down the fort.”

  “I just feel like I should be out there.” He murmured, the wining starting to come through in his voice.

  “You know you have to be here in case she sends forces to attack us,” I said simply.

  He nodded and swallowed thickly. “Just be safe, okay? I need you to come back.”

  “I’m going to come back. Don’t you worry.” I assured, kissing his forehead.

  As I pulled away, Daemon walked into the hanger and touched Jamesson’s shoulder. “You going to be alright if we leave you here?” He asked, looking the man up and down.

  “Someone’s got to stay back and make sure nothing happens here.”

  Daemon nodded. “You’re a good man, Jamesson. When we return, you’ll be rewarded.” He said simply.

  “Just come back safe. That’s all the payment I want.”

  Daemon nodded and looked towards Mariska. “The planes are here…It’s time to go.

  ”

  Chapter Seven

  They walked through the castle, a silence surrounding them. Mariska’s battle clothing was already packed on the plane, waiting for her. She looked forward, almost afraid to catch her lover’s eyes. She knew that he did not want this for her and she knew it terrified him. She hated the idea that she was putting so much stress on him, but she also knew she had to do this. She could leave her family in the hands of that woman.

  Daemon took her hand gently and kissed the back of it as they walked through the silent marble hallway. “Mariska…Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, his brows furrowed.

  “Yes…I know you don’t want me too. I know you would prefer me to sit idly by, but I can’t do that. These are my parents, Daemon. Too much time has already passed.” She said softly.

  She did not want to think about it, but she knew there was a very real possibility that something terrible had already happened to her parents. She knew they were alive but she did not know anything beyond that and it terrified her. She put a hand to her chest, feeling the warmth there that she knew was her parents. They were still here. They were still with her.

  He nodded slowly and sighed. “I know…I just…You’re so precious to me, Mariska.” He said, reaching out and touching her cheek.

  She smiled and nuzzled into his hand a little, sighing. “I know and as soon as all of this is over I want to start our life together. I want to start it for real.” She said softly, letting her eyes fluttered closed.

  They came to stand just in front of the double doors that would lead out to the empty field where the plane would be waiting. Mariska turned to face him and took both of his hands in hers, taking a deep breath “I want…I want to get married and raise our baby and I want to spend the rest of my days with you…Here.” She said softly.

  His eyes widened just a little and she knew her words held more than a little weight to them. “You really want to stay here? On my island?” He asked softly.

  She nodded and smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist, holding him close. She sighed and leaned into him, her eyes fluttering closed as she put her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. The sound was far more comforting than she ever could have imagined.

  “I do. I want to spend my life with you…Or…Well…the rest of time, I suppose.” She said, smiling and leaning back.

  A small frown came to Daemon’s lips at that and he sighed, reaching out and touching her hair gently. “Mariska…I need you to understand…You will not age or die of natural causes…But you aren’t invincible. You can be killed…Our baby can be killed.” He said, putting a hand on her belly.

  She frowned and looked away, sighing. “I know…I know I can be hurt, but I’m not going to lie that this might work in our favor. I may have to get hurt in order for this to work.” She said, touching his arm.

  He stiffened under her touch and she just smiled a little. “Trust me, okay? That’s all I ask of you. All I ask is that you trust me.” She whispered, stroking his cheek.

  He swallowed and nodded. “You have a plan, don’t you?”

  She smiled and nodded, offering him a playful wink. She was trying to keep the mood at least a little light. Soon enough they were going to be in the heat of battle and there would be no relief from the fear. He sighed and kissed her one more time before tangling their fingers and walking through the large gilded doors.

  As they stepped out onto the field, the grass rustled around them and their hair whipped around their faces. A plane was waiting on a makeshift runway, the engines roaring to life. There were several more planes in the air, circling the one Mariska and Daemon were meant to get on.

  Holt jumped out of the cockpit, dressed for battle. He wore what looked like military fatigues and a helmet, a gun holstered at his side as well as several other weapons she couldn’t identify. Holt offered them a salute and handed them both duffle bags.

  “This is your gear. You can change in the plane. Mariska, I suggest you put your hair up. We don’t want you to be too easy to spot.” He murmured.

  She nodded and took the bag, looking inside of it, only sli
ghtly surprised to see the same style fatigues Holt was wearing. “No armor?”

  “That is armor…Same stuff the military uses.” He said simply. “This isn’t the old days, ma’am. We don’t use chain-link armor and horned helmets anymore. That shit doesn’t stand a chance against bullets.” He said simply.

  Mariska nodded, cheeks going hot with embarrassment. How could she not know that stuff wasn’t near as good as what they used now? Holt patted her on the back, obviously trying to restrain himself. He was a large man who was often out on the battle field. He was stronger than he let on and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her or cause her to go into labor.

  “It’s alright. You aren’t the first person I worked with who assumed that very same thing.” He said trying to take the sting away.

  She nodded and they boarded the plane, settling onto the metal bench. It was a very sleep looking plane, though it was clearly meant for stealth and not comfort. Mariska leaned against the shell of the plane, her eyes fluttering closed as the rumble of the plane made her stomach turn.

  Mariska was afraid. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t, but she knew she had to swallow that fear. Too many people were depending on her.

  Chapter Eight

  The ride was silent. They sat with a few other soldiers, who were more than aware of what they were going into. Battle was not a new thing to them. They wore fatigues as well and were looking into space solemnly. They had seen war before and they knew what it was like. The men and women in the plane with them knew the realities of war.

  Mariska was feeling very overwhelmed by their emotions and had to swallow down the fear and apprehension that was pervasive through the plane. She knew that they had to stay strong and needed to somehow stay positive. It was going to be hard, but without hope, she knew they’d already lost.