by Jaid Black
"What does that mean?"
"If he's awake, he wants sex. Lots of it. All the time."
She smiled, running the tip of her tongue along her top lip. "He sounds a lot like you."
He grinned. "I only want sex all the time with you. I'm much more restrained with other women."
Did that mean he still wanted other women? She hardly felt in a position to ask. "So your brother and sister don't drink blood?"
"That’s not what I meant by bloodlust. Bloodlust occurs when a vampire meets the perfect mate who spawns a lust, desire, and need, not only for blood, but for sex with that particular person. When the two desires are combined in the same person they create a need in the vampire to mate that overshadows everything else.
"It’s during bloodlust that vampires are most fertile."
"You mean women vampires. Right?"
"I mean all vampires. Female vampires are more likely to get pregnant with their bloodlust and males are more likely to get their mates pregnant."
"What?" She blinked at him. "How…how much more likely?"
"Highly likely."
She bit her lip. "Mikhel…are you telling me I’m probably pregnant?"
"I don’t know. I’m not a full-blood and I’ve never gotten anyone pregnant."
"And? I hear a but in your voice."
"But I’ve never been in bloodlust before."
She ran a hand through her hair. There was no need to panic. When she got back home, she’d go to her doctor and get a dose of morning after pills. "You could have told me all this before we had unprotected sex."
Tiny lights flicked in his eyes. "When I first saw you, I knew you were my bloodlust—the one woman who would create the perfect passion in me that all vampires live to experience."
The perfect passion? Okay. That explained what she felt for this man whose existence she hadn’t even been aware of twenty-four hours earlier. One night spent with him and she found the thought of parting from him unbearable.
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. "There was no way I wanted anything between your pussy and my cock. I had to have full access to your pussy, my Erica."
"Oh, Mikhel. You are so smooth."
"No! I mean it."
She nodded. "I know. How is it that some lucky vampiress hasn’t snatched you up by now?"
She found his noticeable hesitation unnerving. "Mikhel? Is there someone special in your life?"
"There’s someone my mother would like me to mate with."
"Why?"
He shrugged. "Because she’s a full-blood. My mother loves my father dearly, but she regrets that my brother and sister are latents and that I’m only a half-blood. If I mated with the full-blood as she wants, the Walker-Dumont line of vampires will not die off. If, on the other side, I father children with a human or even a latent, there’s a high probability that our children would be human."
"And that would be a bad thing?"
He shrugged. "As far as my mother is concerned, yes."
"What about your brother and sister? Are they free to mate as they like or does your mother have mates lined up for them also?"
"Of course she has mates lined up for them. Rather or not Kattia falls in line with Mother's plans remain to be seen."
"And your brother?"
"Serge is young with a lot of life to live. He will do just as he always has: whatever he likes—whenever he likes, with little regard for the resulting consequences."
"So how do you feel about this full-blood your mother wants you to mate with?"
"She doesn’t create a bloodlust in me. You do."
"But you mother won’t approve of me."
"No, but then she doesn’t have to. I approve of you. I want you. I need you. I won’t give you up."
She smiled. "Oh, Mikhel! I’m so glad to hear that. I was wondering how I was going to forget you once I headed back to Boston."
His dark eyes glittered. "What makes you think I have any intentions of letting you go? Remember, I live in Boston too, Erica."
Just for a moment, she considered asking where this full-blood lived. But what did it matter as long as he didn’t want her?
Chapter Four
They had dinner at a restaurant over looking the water again. Afterwards, he dropped her off at her hotel so she could check out. She would share his hotel room until they both returned to Boston in a few days.
Alone in her room, packing, Erica again felt an air of malice. As before, there was no one in the room with her. Remembering the incident at the restaurant that afternoon, she opened her hotel room door and looked out. She wouldn't have been surprised to see the stranger from the restaurant lounging in the hotel corridor, but it was empty. She closed the door and wedged a chair under the knob.
Moments after she finished packing, Mikhel called. "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"I'll come up and get your bag."
"Thank you."
It was a relief to get in her car and follow Mikhel back to his hotel.
In his room, they undressed quickly. He lay on his back with his legs spread, fully aroused. Lord, but his cock was a thing of beauty. Feeling her cunt dripping just looking at him, Erica climbed onto his body, grasped his hot flesh in one hand and slowly impaled herself on him until she felt his balls against her buns.
He sighed softly and shuddered, trailing his big hands along her thighs and behind.
Smiling, she reached back to caress his balls and slowly began sliding her pussy up and down his thick, hot cock.
He closed his eyes and parted his lips in a soft, wordless sigh of pleasure, thrusting his hips up against her.
Watching the emotions ripple across his handsome face, incited her own passion. Closing her eyes, she increased the speed and frequency of her plunging hips. Suddenly, he gripped her hips in his hands and began bouncing her quickly up and down on him.
She gasped and bit her lip as her pussy began pulsing and contracting wildly around his cock. Lord, it felt good. Tendrils of pleasure erupted in her. Trembling, she fell against his chest, sucking his nipples and biting his neck as she came. Moments later, he blasted her full of his seed.
"Oh, Mikhel, if we keep this up without a rubber, I am definitely going to get pregnant," she moaned, kissing his lips.
He curled his fingers in her hair. "Would that be such a bad thing?"
Still impaled on his thick cock, she pressed her face against his shoulder. "I teach rich teenage girls at a very exclusive school. Showing up pregnant while unmarried is not an option."
He responded by kissing her. "Make love to me again, my Erica."
She lifted her head and stared down at him. "Now? Don’t you ever get enough?"
"Have you had enough?"
"No," she admitted. They kissed and he rolled them over, so that she was on her back and he lay on top of her.
"Good, because I’m in the grip of bloodlust, my Erica. I need your pussy and your blood."
He began rapidly fucking his cock into her, pushing deep into her with each powerful thrust of his hips. Moaning and shuddering as the most delicious climax she’d ever experience detonated in her cunt, she mindlessly titled her head, exposing her neck.
She felt his teeth sink in. A jolt of electricity sizzled through her, as he fed at her neck while he came. When rational thought returned, she wrapped her arms around him. "Oh, Lord, I just know I’m going to get pregnant."
"Not to worry, my love. I’ll take care of you both."
She was too tired to point out that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She bit into his shoulder instead. "Next time, no condom, no pussy, buster," she warned.
"Yeah? What if I bribe you by letting you suck my blood?"
She shuddered in anticipation of tasting his blood again. "Let me suck your blood and you can have as much pussy as you want, whenever you want it," she admitted and drifted into a contented sleep.
* * * * *
Erica came abruptly awake. F
or several moments, she lay with her eyes closed. She savored the feel of Mikhel’s warm nude body curled into her back, his big hands holding her as he slept. Then she felt the same sense of menace she’d felt earlier. She opened her eyes and lifted her head.
The moonlight shining in through the window provided the only source of illumination. She looked around the room, not really expecting to see anyone or anything there. After all, she’d been creeped out for most of the day. Her eyes widened and a soundless scream rose in her throat as she saw a pair of eyes glaring at her from a darkened corner.
Oh, god! It was the man from the restaurant. He was in the room with them. But it couldn't be. The eyes were too low. The man from the restaurant had been as tall as Mikhel. She was imaging things.
She snapped her eyes shut. There was no one there. She opened her eyes again, half expecting to see the dark, magnetic stranger. Instead, a small, dark woman with glowing eyes emerged from the shadows.
"Human whore! Mikhel is mine! You are about to learn the folly of tasting the cock that belongs to a full-blood!"
The woman’s lips didn’t move and Erica didn’t know if she'd actually spoken the words or just projected them into her mind. Either way, she knew this woman was a vampire…the full-blood Mikhel’s mother wanted him to mate with. And she meant to kill her.
She wanted to scream, to wake Mikhel, but she couldn’t move or look away from the dark eyes that glowed with malice. Oh, God, she was about to die while Mikhel slept beside her.
Even as the thought formed in her mind, the woman became a dark blur, moving across the room so fast, Erica couldn’t quite follow her movement. Now she stood over the bed, reaching for Erica’s neck. And still she couldn’t speak or move.
Before the small pale hands could close around her throat, she heard a low, angry growl. Mikhel’s hands shot out and closed over the woman’s wrists, wrenching her hands away from Erica’s neck.
"Deoctra! Do not touch her!" Bounding up from the bed, he pushed out both hands, flinging the woman half way across the room.
Erica watched in stunned amazement as the woman spun around in the air and landed lightly on her feet. "You belong to me, Mikhel. I do not share what’s mine with human whores. She has to die!"
Baring her incisors, she flashed back across the room, her malevolent gaze locked on Erica’s throat. "Die whore!"
Mikhel leaped in front of Erica, crouching and growling. "Leave."
"Step aside, Mikhel."
"Never."
"This whore’s ass is mine. Don’t make me hurt you to get to her, Mikhel."
The woman’s voice dripped with unmistakable venom. The sound of her voice, the confidence in her words filled Erica with a sense of fear she’d never known.
"Before you can hurt her, you will have to kill me, Deoctra!"
"No, Mikhel!" Erica reached out and touched his shoulder. "You don’t have to fight for me. I’ll go and I’ll never come back."
"No! You are mine! I will never let you go." He hissed the words at her, without taking his gaze from the woman confronting him. "Stay back, Erica."
Stay back? While he risked his life trying to protect her? Not likely. She looked around the room for something, anything she could use against this woman she was certain could and would kill them both if she desired. The only thing she could see that might likely serve as a weapon were the bedside lamps that looked heavy enough to cause some substantial damage.
She snatched the nearest lamp off the nightstand, ignoring the sparks that flew as the cord tore away from the socket. Jumping off the bed, she put her back to the wall. She pushed the shade off the lamp, wrapped the cord around it, and held the base in both of her hands like a baseball bat.
Mikhel shifted his stance so that he crouched in front of her. "Stay out of this, Erica."
"I can’t!"
Erica’s heart thumped in fear when the woman, who looked about five feet tall and weighed in at about a hundred pounds, reached out and grasped Mikhel by the throat. She watched in horror as the woman lifted him off his feet and tossed him across the room. His head hit the wall with a loud thump and he slid slowly down to the floor where he lay, unmoving.
"Mikhel! No!" Rushing forward, Erica swung the lamp as hard as she could at the woman’s head. Hissing and baring her teeth, the full-blood spun around and parried the blow with the side of a forearm. Then she ripped the lamp from Erica’s hands and leaped at her, reaching for her throat.
Erica hit the carpet hard enough to jar her whole body. Before she could scramble to her feet, the woman’s small, strong hands closed around her throat, immediately cutting off her air supply.
She rapidly overcame her first instinct: to try forcing the woman’s hands from her throat. If Mikhel hadn’t been able to do it with his superior strength, neither would she. Instead, she balled both hands into fists and slammed them against the woman’s ears as hard as she could. At the same time, she jerked up her knee and rammed it between the woman’s legs.
To her relief, the woman shrieked in rage and pain and released her. Gulping in deep, mouthfuls of air, Erica scrambled to her feet, snatched up the discarded lamp, placed her back at the wall, and crouched.
"Whore! I was going to kill you quickly. Now, I will slowly drain every drop of your blood from your body first! Your death will be very painful."
Thoughts of what this horror had done to Mikhel infuriated her. She knew she had no real hope of stopping this woman. She was going to die, but it was going to be after the goddamned fight. "Bitch! You want me? You come and get me!" she hissed.
The woman flew at her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a sudden blur of movement, then, Mikhel stood in front of her. Clasping both hands together, he swung at the woman. Although the dark head jerked back at the impact of the blow, the woman kept her balance. She leaped again and Mikhel reached out and grasped her throat in both hands.
Standing behind him, Erica saw the muscles in his back and shoulders tense as he lifted the woman off her feet and began shaking her. Erica sighed in relief and allowed her body to sag back against the wall. Her relief was short-lived. Bringing up her arms, the woman broke Mikhel’s grip on her neck and spun away from him.
"Mikhel! Don’t make me hurt you. You know you’re not strong enough to stop me!"
"Don't count on that, Deoctra."
"The human whore has to die!" The woman flew at Mikhel, her lips drawn back from her teeth. She slammed her body into him, knocking him off his feet, against the wall next to Erica.
She immediately lifted the lamp in an attempt to club the woman. But the woman was no longer standing next to her. She was behind Erica, sinking her teeth in her neck. Although she was aware that she was about to die, every nerve in Erica’s body seemed to fuse, making movement impossible.
"No!" Mikhel roared. "Deoctra, if you hurt her, I will kill you." Erica saw a fury and horror in his eyes as he lashed out at their tormentor, grabbing her by her neck, and physically wrestling her away.
Released, Erica collapsed against the wall, weakly pressing a hand against her neck in an effort to stop the blood that flowed from her wounds.
She watched helplessly as Mikhel and the woman tumbled around on the carpet, each clutching the other’s throat. Icy chills seized her when the woman suddenly pinned him to the floor.
"You are mine, Mikhel. My bloodlust. If you won’t come to me willingly, then I will take you forcefully." She exposed his neck. She then reached back to fondle his dick as she sank her teeth into his flesh.
"No. Please don’t hurt him." Too weak to stand, Erica grabbed the lamp, and began crawling towards the middle of the room, where the full-blood fed on Mikhel.
There was a ripping sound and Erica realized the full-blood had torn her dress and panties away and was repeatedly lifting her hips up and slamming them down in an effort to impale herself on Mikhel’s big cock.
But he wouldn’t cooperate, twisting his hips from side to side so quickly that Erica could barely fol
low his movements.
"Let me have your cock, Mikhel. It’s mine. Shove it in deep and hard. Let me have it all, Mikhel and I’ll show you the ecstasy of fucking a full-blood’s pussy!"
"No." Mikhel roared the word and Erica saw his hands shoot up and close around the woman’s throat. His whole body tensed and he slowly, but steadily began to lift the woman off him.
Erica froze in terror as yet another small, dark woman suddenly appeared from the shadows near the struggling couple. Without looking at Erica, the woman reached down, grabbed the full-blood by her hair, pulled her off Mikhel, and tossed her across the room.
She hit the wall with a thud, but immediately bounded to her feet and spun to face the newcomer, her incisors bared. "Stay out of this, Palea."
The other woman bared her own incisors, her eyes gleaming with a fury that made Erica shudder. Oh, Lord, was this yet another full-blood who wanted Mikhel and was prepared to kill her to get him?
Chapter Five
"Deoctra, no one takes my son by force."
Son? Relief washed over Erica. This was Mikhel’s mother, a full-blood. Even if she didn’t approve of Erica herself, she clearly would not allow Deoctra to hurt him.
"He’s mine, Palea. I have a right to take what’s mine. He’s fertile now. Surely you don’t want him to mate with a human whore."
"It should be obvious to you that he’s already mated with her. Several times. Her pussy is already full of his seed." Her nostrils quivered as she cast lightening fast gazes at Mikhel and then Erica. "Can you not detect the fragrant smell of their mating in the air?"
Cheeks burning, Erica cowered in the shadows.
Deoctra’s eyes glowed and she screamed, touching her exposed cunt. "This is the pussy that should be full of his seed. Not some human whore. I will have what’s mine, Palea."
"No one takes a child of mine by force. No one. Leave now before I kill you. If he’s hurt…if you’ve subjugated his will, I will seek you out and kill you. Now go."
