Laken flipped her fast and remained buried deep past her lips; his hips rolled back and forth and his arms were stretching her hands over her head, trapping her. Honor couldn’t move, she wanted to taste him, and when he went to pull away, she sucked harder. Laken grunted his understanding and there was no turning back. His wetness exploded into her mouth and she drained him, loving his taste.
Laken continued to rock against her until he grew hard again. Only this time, he turned her over. Laken caressed the swell of her behind and the small of her back. He pulled her body up onto her hands and knees and asked her to trust him. Honor was curious; she felt the tip of his cock slide into her pussy for mere moments before feeling pressure at her ass. She was wide-eyed waiting and wondering what he would do.
Honor groaned as Laken pushed himself into her carefully, it was excruciating and exciting, and strange. Her body shuddered as she stretched to accommodate him. Her breath came in shallow pants and her elbows buckled, exposing more of her bare, vulnerable behind to him. She whimpered as Laken began moving, then increased speed. All of her was his now, every inch; his seed would claim her insides. Honor gave her body to him, she trusted him, she loved him and she wanted him.
It wasn’t Laken’s power that claimed her, it was his essence, his emotion, it was the feeling he invoked in her very being.
“I’m keeping you,” she heard him say.
Was it said for his benefit or hers? Honor’s legs began to shake; she quivered under him as he became possessive; his hands gripped her as though he would never let go. Laken wrapped his body over her as the thunder hammered across the heavens. She was surprised she could hear it over the slapping of his thighs.
Laken groaned and slipped from her, Honor was spent. She fell forward and couldn’t move. Laken gathered her into his arms. His expression was tense as though he was in deep thought. His look brightened and he had obviously come to a conclusion, he was nodding his head.
“For my honor,” she heard him say, or had it been “For my Honor?”
Honor fell asleep wondering.
* * * *
“Tavish, the time has come for me to go my own way.”
Laken and Tavish were once more at the small pond on the outskirts of the coven. It was now Tavish who was pacing; he looked none too happy but Laken remained adamant. All night, he had thought about what he wanted. Laken wanted a family, but when he had said he wanted what Tavish had, he realized it was true; only, he wanted everything Tavish had. This coven was Tavish’s, it always would be; the only solution was having his own.
“Why now?” Tavish asked as he paced. “You have my permission to turn Honor, it should be enough.”
“I thought it would be, but it isn’t anymore. I want my own Galf, and maybe a daughter. In order for that, I will need to turn at least two or three vampires. They will belong to me, sired to me. Tavish, you turned me so long ago we are more like brothers. I helped you create your utopia, but it’s yours. I want my own.”
“You belong to me.” Tavish’s eyes glowed white and his fangs extended emphasizing how desperately angry he was.
“Would you kill me for wanting what you have?” Laken asked quietly.
Tavish took a few deep breaths. “No.”
“I’m not trying to hurt you. You have taught me so much, is it so wrong you taught me how much I missed a family life with a wife and children? You have shown me anything is possible, and now it’s time to set me free with the knowledge you have given me.”
“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery?” Tavish said dryly.
“Honor doesn’t want to be turned yet; she wants what I do.”
“Losing Ginger was hard on you.”
“Yes, it made me realize that for thousands of years I would watch humans be born—and die. I was too busy before to raise a child from birth to death; Ginger’s loss was a devastating blow. I can’t do it anymore unless I have my own child, and Honor.”
“It’s ironic, my friend, ever since I met you, there has never been anything more important than your honor. Look what fate has given you—your Honor tucked in the form of a human. If that isn’t a sign then I don’t know what is.”
Laken brightened. “There is a male breeder who is older, a man of thirty five, in his prime, dark hair and blue eyes.”
“Conrad is a good man,” Tavish said. “I had thought to turn him, but Tate was always one of my favorites. I know Conrad has been one of your favorites. He’s a bit calmer than the others, easy going. If you wish to try for a baby with him then he is yours—but Laken, he will be your responsibility, and you will leave my coven with him and Honor, regardless of if you are successful.”
Laken went and stood before Tavish, his best friend, his brother, his sire. “I will leave, but I will never be gone.”
The two men hugged.
* * * *
“I don’t understand; you want me to have sex with another man? Like I’m a breeder?”
Honor had thought Laken would never share her; she thought she would have to beg him in order to be allowed to have her own child. She was feeling anxious and a bit betrayed; she had mentioned she wanted children; did he want them that fast? He had wanted to turn her, and now he wanted her to breed? Laken sat beside her on the bed. He looked like a man possessed with energy, it oozed from him making her heart jump.
“If you don’t want to then you don’t have to,” Laken said, but she could see this was important to him, she just didn’t know why.
“Why would you think I’d want to be with another man so soon? I’ve only just gotten used to you.”
“It’s only Conrad and it will be only once. Caine is a smart doctor, he came up with the theory a vampire has one semi-viable sperm because our hearts still beat occasionally. He has also been experimenting with in-vitro, but for some reason while in the Petri dish the semi-viable vampire sperm kills the human sperm. He’s come to the conclusion the other factors involved need to happen.”
“An in-vitro? What’s a Petri dish?”
“Let’s suffice to say the semi-viable vampire sperm needs to get off on domination, there needs to be an exchange of blood, there needs to be a hunt, and there needs to be multiple orgasms for a pregnancy to occur. I would need to bite Conrad while we both have you, I need to turn him while he orgasms.”
Honor cocked her head to the side. “You want a baby—your own baby, like Galf. This is why you would share me.”
“Fuck that, Honor; I’m not sharing you with anyone.”
“But you just said…”
“You are mine, the baby will be ours.”
“So it really will be your baby,” Honor was astounded. “This is why it’s so important to you.”
Laken squeezed her fingers. “You are important to me. I want us to be a real family. I don’t want you to be afraid, but I picked Conrad because he’s caring and strong and intelligent. He will be mine afterwards. Tavish has given him to me and I’ll be starting my own coven, Conrad is very anxious to be a part of it.”
Honor stood up and paced while wringing her hands together. She didn’t want to dampen Laken’s excitement, but was he asking too much? She turned to gaze at him. He looked so hopeful and Honor wondered for the first time what would it be like to be as old as him with no wife or children. Lonely. In an odd way he was as lonely as she felt. All Honor ever wanted was a family to love her and Laken was offering it to her on a silver platter. She could give Laken the child he so desperately wanted.
“Can I have time to get to know Conrad?”
Laken whooped and spun her around the room.
Chapter 13
Laken was pacing in the main hall; he stopped every few seconds to say something to Tavish then thought about what he wanted to say and started pacing again. Finally, Tavish came and stood in front of him, he placed both hands on Laken’s shoulders to steady him.
“I’ll be close and nothing will happen to either Honor or Conrad,” Tavish promised.
“Wha
t was it like when you turned me?” Laken asked.
“You were almost dead, so if I killed you by accident it would have been a shame but unavoidable.”
“Caine told me how precise this will have to be.”
“Yes, timing is everything. You need to come at the same time Conrad does, your sperm is designed like you—to hunt and conquer. The sperm needs to mix the second Conrad dies and turns for your sperm to recognize it as no threat, it needs to mix, dominate, but not kill. This is why an older vampire has the most success, we have more control. Once Conrad wakes is the trickier part.
“You must offer Honor to him as a gift of welcome, binding him to you; it’s one of the reasons you are more of a brother—you found your first conquest on your own; I didn’t give Nanya to you. Conrad can drink from Honor the same time you do; that way, you take charge of what memories he gives her. You control how much he can take from her, and then you must make certain he realizes she belongs only to you—a onetime offer. Are you ready, my friend?”
“Yes.”
Laken had chosen a place away from the coven; the entire coven was abuzz with the news that Laken was turning Conrad, but also that he had agreed to walk away from the coven. Laken was breaking a rule and being cast out, technically—and some were delighted for him, some were envious.
Laken settled Honor onto her feet when they landed near a small pond. Tavish had brought Conrad and Caine was standing by with the drink Honor would need after being fed off of by two vampires. Laken checked Honor over, the good doctor had spirited her away for a short time insisting he wanted to make certain she was healthy enough for what was about to happen.
Laken thought Caine had looked a little suspicious and wondered as he had taken Honor at his ramblings about the five children Laken had always mentioned wanting. Caine didn’t think it was fair to Honor, that he ask her to have sex with five different men, just to appease Laken. Laken thought Caine should have known better, sharing her once was difficult enough. But right now, he had other pressing issues.
“Are you all right?” Laken asked. “Your heart is hammering like a drum.”
“I’m fine, really. Caine gave me something to relax me, but it doesn’t seem to be working.”
Laken shot Caine a glance; the man shrugged, he was definitely up to something. “You know you can change your mind,” Laken said. He meant it, nothing was more important than Honor and his honor, if she said no then no it would be.
“I thought this would be a gift I could give you,” Honor said as she trailed her fingers down the side of his face. “But it’s my gift too. I will have a family and after being without for so long, it feels this is more of a gift for me. I want your baby—our baby. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”
Discreetly, Tavish and Caine had moved out of sight, but besides Laken, Tavish was the fastest vampire; if there was any kind of distress, Tavish would offer aid. Laken had never felt so nervous. He was creating life and taking life and yet he hoped to have so much more. Conrad looked at him trustingly—so did Honor, Laken was responsible for so much already his head was spinning. He waited for just a moment to be told what to do, then realized he would do the telling, he was about to become leader of his own coven.
As a breeder male, Conrad only wore a loin cloth in the heat, Honor’s lingerie pooled at her feet when Laken slipped the spaghetti straps off of her shoulder. She blushed right down to her toes and for a second, Laken hesitated.
“Honor?” he asked.
“I’m ready,” she replied.
Laken stripped and settled Honor onto her knees in front of him, with her back to him; Conrad looked like he was waiting for an invitation. Laken smiled at him to put him at ease. Honor had spent many days with Conrad, getting to know him, his likes and dislikes. Honor proclaimed him to be gentle and sweet, and handsome—which made Laken scowl and Honor laugh. Conrad was a powerful man as far as humans went. His build almost surpassed Laken’s, he had the same dark black hair and indigo blue eyes many in the coven sported.
When Conrad knelt before Honor, he first cupped the sides of her face in a loving gesture. “It would seem we all get a gift today if Laken is successful.”
“No pressure,” Laken grumbled.
“Be very gentle,” Honor whispered.
Conrad kissed her forehead, then cheeks, his wasn’t a frantic love-making, there was strength in the man, control; Laken hoped he kept it. Turning a vampire could be dangerous and deadly. Laken would hate to have to kill the man, but he would if he tried to kill Honor. Laken had bled Conrad the day before, taking very little; he searched his memories. There wasn’t a malicious bone in the man’s body. He was a gentle giant and very good with the coven females as he produced many female offspring when paired with another man, also known as a producer of females.
Laken took note of Conrad’s heavy breathing; Laken could feel Conrad’s fingers as both men worked Honor’s clit to prepare her. Conrad was whispering in Honor’s ear she would be fine, no one would ever hurt her. Laken gripped Honor’s breasts in his hands, there were areas off limits to Conrad and he had stressed this was one—or rather two. Conrad seemed content to ravish her mouth and Laken was finding it hard to concentrate while another man touched his woman. He hadn’t realized how jealous he was.
Honor cried out when Conrad entered her, her hands gripped Laken’s wrists and she pressed her body back against him.
“Give me a family,” she whispered.
It was all Laken needed to hear. She wanted this more than he did, she wanted Laken and she wanted his baby. Laken determined this would work the first time because he didn’t know if he could share her again, he had been right, he could never have bred her, it would have killed him. It took some coaxing, but Laken slid his swollen cock into her from behind. Honor gasped and groaned, rocking between the two.
Conrad was moving faster, his momentum building and Laken concentrated on moving that much faster without hurting Honor. Laken knew when Conrad came, Laken bit him and as warm blood rushed down his throat he had his own orgasm, exploding into Honor. Laken could sense his little monsters on a mission to conquer. With luck, they would be successful, but they were on their own.
Laken listened until Conrad’s heart stopped. Laken gasped in air and, with bloody fangs, bit his wrist and shoved it into Conrad’s mouth. He was more brutal than he should have been, but this was Laken’s first turning; it was an aphrodisiac to his being. Laken had taken Conrad’s life and was now returning it. Conrad’s heart thumped hard once and he gasped as he opened his snowy white eyes. Laken was filled with his power—and his new responsibility.
With tremendous care, Laken offered Conrad a gift from his sire—Conrad was truly his. Laken turned Honor’s throat, exposing it to him. Conrad’s fangs grew large, his body was shaking and Laken sensed the power flow through the new vampire—it still didn’t match Laken’s.
Gently, Laken warned and growled.
Yes.
Conrad carefully slipped his fangs into Honor. She shuddered when Laken bit the other side of her neck. She tasted even sweeter, and Laken knew at that second they had been successful. Her blood, so familiar to him, was that much different he could tell. This time the images would be true, and Laken took her on a journey into his hopes.
Honor was at the new coven and she was holding his child; she was so happy. Conrad seemed confused as he too was bombarded and Laken included him; Conrad happy, Conrad being his first, and the most special gift, too, because Laken had created him. It was no wonder Tavish loved his vampires so much; Laken loved Conrad and showed him how proud he was until he almost burst.
It’s time now, my brother, Laken said to Conrad.
Laken pulled his mouth from Honor and grinned. Conrad grinned back with his eyes glowing bright and his fangs dripping blood, and Laken filled with pride. Both men slid away from Honor, but Laken had one more thing to do.
“This female is mine,” Laken warned Conrad, except he was too happy to stop smiling.
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Conrad nodded in agreement, looking a little overwhelmed, and a tad full of his new state in life, too. Laken kept smiling when Caine came forward and scooped Honor up into his arms. Tavish helped Conrad to his feet and handed him the coven attire, black t-shirt, black jeans and black ankle high boots. For a second, Conrad was stunned and he looked at Laken with indecision.
“Well, put them on, man. A vampire shouldn’t run around naked; we’re scary enough when clothed. The women don’t need to see how big you’re hung to know you’re dangerous,” Laken said.
Looking a bit sheepish, Conrad took the clothes and dressed when Laken did. Laken scooped up Honor’s lingerie and went to retrieve her. Caine had already given her his reviving drink and wrapped her in a blanket.
“The presence of this babe is very strong,” Caine said. “Hmm.”
“What’s wrong?” Tavish asked. “The baby would be part vampire; its presence would be stronger.”
Tavish knelt by Honor and cocked his head. He looked at Caine questioningly. Caine grinned and shrugged. Laken stood before them, hands on hips.
“What did you give Honor?” Laken asked.
“Your baby—or babies are in no danger,” Caine said. “Honor is strong and healthy and the vampire part of her children will keep her safe.”
“Babies?” Laken, Tavish and Conrad said simultaneously.
“The presence is too strong to be one. Laken you’re a jealous man, it almost killed you to share Honor even though you both wanted the same thing. With two children, hopefully you’ll both be content,” Caine said then laughed. “Besides, it will give Galf a couple playmates.”
Caine then turned serious and looked at Tavish. “I know the laws, but it’s in my patient’s best interest to have me watch her for the first few weeks, and you and Laken can tie up loose ends. It will also make Conrad’s transition easier with the help of the other vampires, while you and Laken are busy.”
Tavish agreed. Honor was stirring and Laken bent to retrieve her. “Did we do it?” she asked.
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