He thought back to the day when their first clutch had come into the world, recalling the tears that had filled his father’s eyes when they had told him one of the girls had been named ‘Mara,’ after Seph’s mother and Cyril’s late and much-beloved wife. Seph still had to marvel every time he saw his father with his granddaughters, how animated the patriarch of the Vovin Clan would become in their presence. It’s amazing how two little girls managed to melt the cold heart of one cranky old Dragon, Seph mused.
Cyril had come to embrace Asha, as well, welcoming her as a member of the family. Like Seph, he admired her strength and no-nonsense manner. Asha had made it clear early on that she would not allow her father-in-law to disrespect her; that fire had been one of the reasons Cyril had taken a shine to her, and had given his blessings to their union. Seph looked at his wife and the mother of his children, and smiled. Even if Father had wound up disowning me, for whatever reason, I still have a family – the one I’ve made with Asha, my perfect match in every way.
Looping an arm around Asha’s shoulders, Seph hugged her to his side, determined to keep her there for many years to come.
*****
THE END
Her Two Vampires
Description
What is better than one hot vampire? Two vampires with rock hard abs taking care of me, right?
Curvy Azurdee is a noblewoman, yet she wants nothing to do with the arranged marriage to that scumbag Frederick. The only thing she can think of right now, are two incredibly attractive vampire brothers that helped her make it safely out of the deep woods. They keep haunting her dreams. Deep down, a part of her yearns for them – yearns for what she can never have. It isn’t fair.
Kai and Noah are infamous in several districts around their native islands. Expert pickpockets. Even better burglars. Vampire vigilantes for the lower-class. As hunters, they could kill anything – or anyone – with one single bite. But the only thing they want to nibble right now are Arzudee’s delicious curves after they saved her life in the woods.
With her arranged marriage coming closer, there are only two people she can trust and wants to be with…Kai and Noah. Will they prove that there’s light even on the dark side of the moon or will their savage, lower class nature turn them against the noblewoman? In the end, when emotions run high, when risks are at every corner, the only thing worth trusting is your heart.
Chapter One
Azurdee woke up just as the sun was disappearing behind the horizon. The last rays of sunshine painted her beautiful native island in brilliant oranges and fiery reds.
Most citizens were only now getting up to start their day. Their pale skin and blood red eyes were not accustomed to the brightness of the sun. Those who were less sensitive ventured onto the streets, shielding their eyes from the dying sunlight.
Luckily for Azurdee, her room was protected by heavy, blackout curtains.
Some didn’t have such luxuries.
Those of the lower class were already out of bed and headed for work. Some were already slaving away in coal mines or working in the capital’s various construction sights. Others farmed the animals that served as blood donors. Most drank sheep’s blood, but the elite had the privilege of ’dining’ on pureblood stags that roamed freely on the island’s mountainous coast.
Members of the elite often belittled the lesser vampires for their undersized fangs and their inability to control their bloodlust. There were even rumors of aristocrats keeping members of lower class clans as pleasure slaves.
But those, of course, were nothing more than that - rumors.
Azurdee groaned as she turned her pillow over to the cool side, but there was no cool side anymore. She whipped the covers off her body, feeling inexplicably hot which was unusual for a high-bred vampire of the Hallowed clan. Beads of sweat formed on her temples, running down her cheeks, causing her lovely golden locks to become moist.
Finally, she opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling.
Today was the day.
Today she turned twenty-one.
It was a milestone in every vampire’s life, especially for an elite like herself.
She groaned.
Her mother planned the ceremony for almost six months, ranting about it over and over again until Azurdee thought she would go insane.
There was a knock on the door.
“Azurdee, dear, are you awake? We must prepare you to meet your soon to be husband! You mustn’t keep him waiting.”
Azurdee bit her lip to stop herself from saying anything profane.
It was a vampire tradition for members of the elite to marry someone from a similar standing through an arranged marriage. Parents gleefully found the best mate for their offspring, ensuring that the bloodline remained pure. All her life, Azurdee had been prepared for this moment, learning all about manners, etiquette, and the art of appearances.
“Azurdee, dear, you must get up.” Her mother knocked louder. She wiggled the doorknob, but Azurdee had locked it before going to bed that morning. “Azurdee, open this door this instant!” Her mother was starting to lose her temper, her voice rising.
She was always losing her temper.
Sighing, she rolled out of bed and unlocked the door.
“Oh! Good! You’re awake!”
Azurdee just stared blankly at her mother. It was still way too early in the night for her to have the patience for her mother’s antics. “Must we do this now?”
“Absolutely! We have to do your hair, your makeup and get you dressed. You wouldn’t want to meet your future husband looking as you do now, would you? It would be a disgrace to the family!”
Azurdee rolled her eyes in the gloom of the room. “Fine.”
Quickly, her mother grabbed her hand and dragged her out of her bedchamber. Azurdee struggled to keep up, her body still sluggish from the lack of sleep.
She had spent most of the day worrying about her coming of age ceremony. For twenty-one years, she had been kept a virgin so she could be offered to the best possible suitor. It was the tradition of her people, and yet, it didn’t feel right.
Shouldn’t she have the right to marry whoever she’d like? Why did her parents have to decide for her?
“I’ve got Juniper ready to do your hair. And then Margareta is going to handle your makeup. Make sure you don’t touch your face too much once she puts it on.”
“Mother. There’s no need to bother the servants with all this, I can do my own hair and makeup.”
“Nonsense. No daughter of mine will do such a thing. The servants are here for a reason, dear. Let them do their job.”
Azaria continued to drag her daughter through the complex maze of corridors that weaved through their luxurious estate. As they did so, they passed a few servants, all of whom were busy cleaning the guest bedrooms, even though no one had used them in years.
The Hallowed clan was once the most powerful vampire clan on the island, but lately, they were losing power to the Vigils, ever since the patriarch’s oldest son took the crown.
Still, they were considered nobles and Azurdee’s mother would stop at nothing to make sure it stayed that way.
They reached a large, marble archway. “You’re having a bath first.”
A couple of servant girls were already waiting, their eyes bent low, knowing better than to make eye contact with their superiors. “Take good care of her.” Her mother whispered, a hint of threat laced within her words.
Everyone in the estate knew never to cross Azaria.
Before Azurdee could utter a word, she was already being whisked toward the large bath. It was filled to the brim with near-scalding water.
“How are you, Miss Azurdee?” One of the attendants asked, trying to be polite.
“Look, when my mother is not with us, there’s no need for you to be so stiff. I won’t report you.” She reached out to touch the young girl’s arm, but she shied away, as if afraid.
The servant couldn’t be older than sixteen and already, she was pu
t to work, no doubt helping her family escape the clutches of poverty that victimized so many lesser vampires.
Azurdee frowned. She hated the disparity between classes. But, what could she do? As long as her mother remained in authority, she was just as powerless as any of the lower-class vampires. She had no say in what she wore, what she did, or even who she married. She was just a pawn expected to play her part and preserve the family name.
She was really getting sick of it.
But what was she supposed to do?
The servants scrubbed her body, running their sponges along her wide hips, large bosom, and thick thighs. Their touch was purely professional, focused on getting her clean, and making sure her otherwise pale flesh appeared pink and full of life.
Azurdee sighed. She had been naked in front of plenty of women. It was almost expected of her. Yet, a man had never laid eyes on her naked body.
Sometimes, she wondered what it would feel like to have a man touch her, to caress her flesh. Some nights, she even yearned for it, her body quivering with desire.
As much as her mother tried to prevent it, she was well-aware of what sex was. Early on in her teenage years, she had gotten her hands on some forbidden literature, reading it in the sunlight that crept through her window while everyone else in the manor slept.
Those books had sparked her sexual libido from a rather young age. She pictured herself in similar situations, her hands pinned above her head, kisses all over her large breasts, hands gripping her hips as the man’s cock rammed in and out of her, harder and harder, rocking the bed.
“Miss? Are you okay?” One of the servants asked when Azurdee had unconsciously moaned in reaction to her fantasy.
She blushed, nodding her head. “Yes, I’m fine.” Feeling embarrassed, she tried to get out of the bath, but the servants placed their hands firmly on her shoulders, keeping her inside the warm water.
“We’re not done yet.” One girl explained as another poured in a bright red liquid, turning the water crimson.
A blood bath.
“Is this really necessary?”
“Miss Azaria insisted that you receive the full treatment today.”
Azurdee knew she would never be able to dissuade the servants from following her mother’s orders. They would be much too afraid. With no other choice, she allowed them to do their work as they rubbed precious oils into her body and massaged her supple flesh.
“How does that feel, Miss?” They asked as they helped her out of the tub and toward the vanity. One servant held out the dress she would wear.
“Fine,” Azurdee answered as they wrapped a corset around her now dry body, pulling it as tight as it would go. It felt like her lungs were being crushed by the infernal contraption. “T-Too tight.”
The servants did not heed her remark, but only tightened the corset further, trying to taper her waistline.
Azurdee was unlike most vampire women. While others were thin and boney, she had always been naturally thick. For years, her mother had tried to put her through diets, to get her to lose weight, but it had never worked.
Mostly because Azurdee never wanted them to work. When her mother practically starved her, she would sneak into the kitchen and steal leftovers, enjoying them in the privacy and comfort of her room.
She honestly didn’t mind her bigger size. In fact, she thought it looked rather good. As she got older, she noticed the stares men paid her on the streets, their eyes lingering for far too long on her large bosom or round, voluptuous rump. It only inspired her to display her size with further confidence. To flaunt her stuff, as she liked to say.
But, as the orchestrator of today’s event, her mother would never allow her to meet her future husband without at least attempting to slim her down a couple of sizes first.
By the time the servants were done with her, Azurdee had been squeezed into a traditional gown reserved for such occasions. The crimson fabric was made of high-quality silk. Fine thread was used to embroider the hem with scenes from their paradise-like home. Native birds and bright white stags crept up the skirt.
The bodice was left plain to keep from competing with the jeweled neckline. As Azurdee ran her fingers across it, she wondered what she looked like. She leaned over the bath where the water was slowly draining away. Faintly, she glimpsed at her own reflection before the servants grabbed her arms and turned her toward the vanity.
The mirror there was purely decorative as none of the vampires could appear on the reflective surface. Still, Azurdee stared at it as brushes and curlers tortured her hair.
Why was she even going through with this?
It wasn’t fair.
She didn’t even know the man she was supposed to be marrying. She didn’t even know his name.
How, then, was she supposed to love him? To be his wife?
“Look up.”
Azurdee complied, allowing the servants to do her eye makeup. Once that was done, they decorated her hair with crimson roses from the estate’s garden.
“Is she almost done? He has arrived.” Azaria peeked her head into the bath and instantly, all the servants straightened their posture and bowed their heads.
“Y-Yes…” The head servant stammered, wringing her fingers together.
Azurdee noticed her fear and frowned. She hated how much control her mother had over these young girls. It was no secret what she did to them behind closed doors when they dared to break one of her many rules.
“Great!” She waltzed inside, approaching her daughter, a bright smile on her face, her large fangs making an appearance. They were huge, almost triple the size of a regular vampire.
The servants trembled.
“Oh, don’t you just look lovely!” Azaria helped her daughter to her feet, her dark red eyes twinkling with satisfaction. “Fredrick will fall head over heels when he lays eyes on you.”
“Oh… is that his name?” Azurdee mumbled under her breath.
“Look here, Azurdee, you’ve been dragging your feet all month. Don’t think I didn’t notice. But I will not allow you to assume this bleak disposition around him. So, I expect a smile and the utmost politeness when you’re in his presence, do you hear me, young lady?”
“Yes, mother.”
Chapter Two
Azaria grinned at her daughter’s submission, guiding her out of the room without even a word of thanks toward the servants that had spent most of the evening slaving away to make sure Azurdee looked the part.
“Now, you remember what I’ve told you, correct?”
“Yes, mother.”
“Don’t use that tone of voice with me. You’re twenty-one years old. You must stop acting like a child. You’ll be a wife soon.”
Azurdee stopped in the middle of the hallway. They were outside a parlor, where her soon-to-be husband was patiently waiting for her. “Did you ever stop to ask if I wanted to be a wife?”
Her mother narrowed her eyes at her daughter. “Azurdee.” Her voice was icy.
Azurdee held her ground. “Why should I have to marry whoever is waiting beyond this door? Shouldn’t I have the right to choose the man I want to marry?”
There was a moment of deadly silence between the two women. “Say one more word and I’ll make sure you get nothing of your dowry. Fredrick will refuse to marry you and you’ll be forced to marry one of the lower class.” She spat out the last words as if they were an insult.
Azurdee ground her teeth, preparing her response when her mother pulled the doors open with such a flourish that it actually made her jump.
Inside, the man that had been waiting on the couch jumped to attention, bowing in respect toward the matriarch.
“Miss Azaria.”
“Oh, Fredrick, you flatter me with such formalities. We’re about to become part of the same family.” She held out her hand, waiting for him to kiss it.
He did so very delicately, his thin pink lips barely touching her skin.
After a moment, he looked up, making eye contact with his fu
ture wife. A bright smile painted his face. “And this must be the beautiful Azurdee.” He crossed the room, approaching the woman who still stood behind the threshold.
The moment she stepped over it, she would be accepting the terms of the marriage.
Fredrick held out his hand, waiting for her to take it.
Azurdee looked at her mother who nearly snarled at her, mouthing at her to take his hand or else.
Having no other choice, she placed her hand in his.
He gripped it, almost painfully, his long, thin fingers bony and cruel.
She instantly disliked him.
He looked like a crook. Just another noble vampire who thought he was better than everyone around him. Azurdee felt her skin crawl and she had to do everything in her power to stop herself from jerking her hand back and calling the whole thing off.
Even if she made a scene, would it really make a difference? Her mother would still force her into this marriage whether she liked it or not.
With her mouth tasting like bile, she followed the scrawny young man onto the couch where they both sat down. Their ceremonial blood tea had already been prepared for them, steam rolling off the liquid and disappearing into the air.
Fredrick finally let go of her hand and picked up the smaller teacup, handing it to his fiancée. With shaking fingers, Azurdee took it, her stomach churning with disgust.
The herb-infused blood, which on any other day was one of her favorite drinks, now smelled absolutely putrid. This couldn’t be happening.
There had to be a way to stop all this.
The cold gaze of her mother told her otherwise.
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