Sons of Navarus Box Set #1

by Scott, K. M.

  “Don’t. I don’t want to think about that now.”

  The need to possess her raged through him and all remnants of anything sweet and kind were swept away, replaced by the solitary idea to make her his and his alone. He knew that was wrong. She’d already become too attached, and she was going to be hurt when he left. A second’s worth of guilt flashed through him before he pushed it away.

  He didn’t want to think about that now either.

  Vasilije pounded into her over and over, slamming against her body so forcefully she slid away from him with each thrust. Wanting something else, he leaned over and ordered, “On the floor, love.”

  Sasa followed his lead and lay back on the light blue carpet, her hair spread out around her and her sweet face angled up toward him.

  “Other way, pet.”

  Vasilije flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her hips toward his. Reaching around, he slid his middle finger through her wetness and massaged the engorged knot of nerves slowly. Bending over her, he let his cock slide between her cheeks and growled in her ear, “Consider this your punishment, love.”

  In one motion, he buried himself to the hilt in her wet cunt and began hammering into her like a man possessed. His ferocity surprised her, and she cried out at first, tiny squeals that should have made him stop but didn’t. Over and over, he plunged into her, his hands holding her hips tightly as his fingers pressed into her flesh, marking her.

  He waited for her to beg him to stop. He knew he was fucking her, plain and simple, like an animal. There was no kindness to his motions. On every thrust he expected her to plead for him to stop—at least to be gentle. But nothing.

  All he needed was one word.

  Very slowly, Sasa lowered her head, and he heard the tiniest sob escape her lips. Reaching out, he stroked her damp back and pulled out of her, still rock hard. Gently, he ran his fingertips over the red marks that were already beginning to transform to black and blue marks. His rage gone now, he kissed each bruise before he whispered in her ear, “Come, Sasa.”

  As she sat back on her heels, she looked up at him with a look of confusion in her eyes, as if she wasn’t sure what awaited her. Silently, she took his hand as he pulled her to her feet and guided her back to the couch.

  Vasilije pulled her down onto his lap and held her face in his hands to kiss her. He expected her to resist, but she kissed him like his mouth held the very key to her existence. Her tongue glided over his, making him want her. He moved to place his hands on her hips to raise her above him, but at the first touch of his fingers on her sensitive skin, she winced. Kissing her softly, he stroked her cheek, secretly guilty for hurting her.

  “Ride me, Sasa. I need to feel you around me.”

  Slowly, she lowered herself onto him and he slid into her. She felt so wet around him. “God, I could drown in you, love.”

  As she found her rhythm, he squeezed her tender nipples and watched in awe as she fingered her engorged clit. Each swipe of her finger made her inner walls contract tighter around his cock. Selfishly, he pushed her hand away to replace it with his own, wanting to be the one who gave her what she’d waited so long for.

  Big, brown eyes watched him, and she whimpered, “Vasilije, I need to come. Please don’t stop.”

  He wouldn’t have stopped for anything now, but her words touched him. He slid back the tender skin above her clitoris and circled the perfect bundle of nerves with his thumb. Sasa bucked wildly, riding him with abandon. He became focused on her orgasm, wanting to see her surrender to the sensual combination of his cock and fingertip stroking her to completion. Thrusting up off the cushion, he speared her deep inside.

  Sasa hung on to his shoulders, squeezing tightly as her climax began its delicious voyage down her channel. Her cunt reflexively squeezed and released his cock, milking him as she came.

  “Oh, God! Don’t stop!”

  Her release coated him in her juices, and she pushed down on him, seating him completely inside her. Exhausted, she collapsed on top of him and panted softly in his ear. She seemed so vulnerable at that moment, so small against him, that she could have asked anything of him and he would have been powerless to deny her.

  Quietly, she said next to his ear, “Am I forgiven?”

  His fingers made long strokes down her back as he admitted to himself he couldn’t stay angry at her. “Yes, love.”

  Sasa wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close to her body. “I love how you call me love and pet.”

  The feel of the soft, damp skin of her neck against his lips stirred his primal needs, and his fangs snapped into his mouth, ready to penetrate her. Sasa sat back to face him and without a word, turned her head and pulled her hair from her neck to expose her vein.

  Vasilije took her chin between his fingers and turned her back to face him. “I want to drink from you as I fuck you, filling you as I take from you.”

  Sasa moaned softly as she bit her lower lip.

  “Tell me you want that, Sasa.”

  “You said once that there was no spell you used to make me want you. Did you tell the truth?”

  Nodding, he smiled. “Yes. Whatever you feel is real.”

  Slowly, she began to ride him again, her hips undulating forward and back and creating the most incredible feeling in him. “I wish that wasn’t true. Then at least I’d understand.”

  “Understand what?”

  “Why it feels like you own my body—like I can’t deny you. Even now I want to feel you deep inside me touching that spot and we just has sex a minute ago.”

  “Let me give you what you want. Wrap your arms around my neck.”

  As Sasa held on, he stood up from the couch and carried her to the bedroom. Sliding her off him, he laid her down on the bed and wasted no time finding that spot inside her that brought her such pleasure. When he began to feel his body inch toward his own release, he nuzzled the tender skin under her ear where he’d take the gift she was to give him.

  She smelled so good, so fresh, as he inhaled deeply next to her. “Sasa, you feel like I own your body because you’re mine. You give me what I need.”

  Silently, she offered herself to him, and he sunk his fangs in, reveling in the familiar taste of her. As he gently drew her blood into his mouth, his cock exploded into her and her body spasmed around him, prolonging his pleasure.

  When he’d finished taking from her, he lapped the holes with his tongue and lay there holding her. Her body was so warm next to his, so alive. So human.

  Eyes closed, he let himself enjoy the feel of Sasa’s fingers playing with the hair at his nape as the thought of staying like this forever settled into his mind.

  “Vasilije, do you only take blood from me?”

  He knew the answer she hoped for and wished he didn’t have to say what he did. “No. I can’t sustain myself on only your blood.”

  “Oh.”

  He didn’t have to see her face to know she was disappointed. Her voice said it all. Vasilije lifted his head from her neck to look at her. “Sasa, I need the blood of my vampires, but I can’t have that now. So I have to drink from humans.”

  “I understand.” Her pouting mouth said she didn’t.

  “Do you?”

  Sasa looked up at him, her dark eyes wide when she asked her next question. “Do you sleep with everyone you drink from?”

  Shaking his head, he leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. “No. Only you.”

  A twinge of guilt tugged at him. Why was he acting like her boyfriend? That’s not what this was, even if the idea of staying with her did appeal to him.

  Rolling off her, he lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, deep in thought about what he’d do to Tatiana when he finally got a hold of her. But Sasa wasn’t done with her questions.

  “Vasilije, what happens if you don’t get enough blood?”

  Turning toward her, he said, “I can’t live without blood. It’s not exactly like food for us, but we need it all the same. I’m an old va
mpire, so I can last a while, though, if I have to.”

  Sasa sat up. “But what about a new vampire? What happens to them?”

  “They need the blood of their sire until they’re ready to be on their own.”

  “Vasilije, I think my mother’s getting sick. She only had a little blood at first and Tatiana isn’t feeding her.”

  “Sasa, how long has your mother been a vampire?”

  “Not even a month. Is that still new?”

  “Very. How long did Tatiana feed her?”

  “I think she gave her enough blood for three days.”

  “And she hasn’t had any since?”

  Sasa sadly shook her head. “Can you help her? You say she needs her sire’s blood, but she can’t get that and I’m not going to be enough, I guess. I know we’re not…close…or family, but…”

  Sasa’s stammering told him she felt his emotions. He got up and made his way to the living room, dressing to leave. He may not be Sasa’s mother’s sire, but he could help her if it wasn’t too late.

  Standing in the doorway to Sasa’s bedroom, he watched her as she dressed. Even now, after their time together, he wanted her still. But there were things to be done first.

  “Sasa, after I help your mother, you will go to Tatiana.”

  “For my mother?”

  “No. For me.”

  She made her way over to him as she slipped a t-shirt over her head. “For you? Why?”

  He heard the jealousy that laced each word. “Because you’re my spy now.”

  “Your spy? Maybe I don’t feel like spying on your ex-girlfriend for you.”

  In a split second, he had her against him and his hand buried in her hair, not too rough but enough to let her know he was serious. “She was never my girlfriend. Well, not really. Now be a good girl before I have to punish you again.”

  “Not really? So why does she hate you?”

  Vasilije bent down and gave Sasa a long kiss. “You’re a very curious one, pet. Let’s just say we crossed paths before.”

  “Is she your sire?”

  The question was an innocent and valid one, but it struck a nerve anyway. Tatiana wasn’t his sire, but she was responsible for the death of her. Her payback had been a long time coming, and it wouldn’t be just stealing one of her boy toys this time.

  This time she’d pay like she made Nina pay.

  Vasilije turned toward the front door. “Didn’t you ever hear the saying, ‘Curiosity killed the cat’, love?”

  Sasa followed behind him, turning out the lights and locking the door. “And didn’t you ever hear that satisfaction brought him right back?”

  Just as the night he’d met her, Sasa marched by him and motioned for him to follow her. “It’s a ways to Mama, so we’ll take my car.” She stopped and turned back to face him again with that quizzical expression she wore when she was ready to ask a question. Eyes squinted, she said, “Do vampires drive?”

  Slipping the keys off her finger, he walked over to the driver’s side door. “When we have a car we do. But I should warn you. I don’t usually have to drive much and I’m used to driving in London.”

  “This is Louisiana, Vasilije. You do know we drive on the other side of the road, don’t you?”

  “Not to worry, love. I learn quickly.”

  Fifteen

  Sasa’s mother was in worse shape than Vasilije had expected, but by four a.m., he had done everything he could for her. Leaving her in her daughter’s caring hands, he found his way back to Teagan’s place. It was the mess he’d left it after staking Jeremy, and the remnants of their struggle surrounded him as he headed toward the bedroom.

  Teagan’s sheets felt cool against his skin, and he stretched to let them touch every part of his body. Inhaling deeply, he took in Teagan’s scent that still hung in the air.

  Fucking Turkish cigarettes.

  The memory of Teagan played on his mind, eating at his conscience. Tatiana had killed him out of revenge over some dumb kid barely out of his teens.

  Fuck. And now I’ve staked Jeremy.

  Vasilije covered his eyes with his forearm and told himself he wasn’t exactly like Tatiana. But he was. He’d killed one of his own, no less. Now he’d kill her just the same.

  Law or no law, the time had come for her to get what she deserved. How many years had passed since he’d promised to avenge Nina’s death? Memories of a time long ago filled his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

  The dampness from the river hung in the air, making the warm April night unseasonably moist. Crowds of Londoners strolled through the city, unaware of the danger that lurked amongst them, their fears of thieves and pickpockets uppermost in their thoughts as they made their way through the narrow streets of the English capital.

  In the darkness, he waited to strike, his sire and her beloved sister beside him. He was a new vampire, just months into his new life, but he’d taken to it as if he were born to be such a creature.

  “Vasilije, guide us to what we crave,” Tatiana purred into his left ear as her hand pressed against the front of his breeches.

  Just yards away from where they stood hidden in an alley way were two sets of lovers lost in each other’s eyes, blind to what stalked them.

  “No, Vasilije. There are many others to choose from. Spare them and let us move on.”

  Turning to Nina at his right, he saw her beautifully expressive face with eyes that pleaded for a reprieve for the couples. “Nina, you are a vampire. How can you entertain such silly romantic notions?”

  “Precisely, sister. Vasilije has found us the perfect victims. Why do you bother with such nonsense?”

  “I am his sire, Tatiana. If I command him to spare them, then spare them he will.”

  Vasilije waited for Nina’s approval, sure the look in her eyes told him he’d get his way. But because of Tatiana’s comments, he’d be forced to wait.

  “Suit yourselves. I’ll enjoy them for you.”

  “No!” Nina grasped for Tatiana but she was already upon one of the males. His cries as she sank her teeth into his neck pierced the quiet street and his three companions fled in terror.

  Nina pulled at Vasilije’s sleeve. “We must go. If we don’t, all three of us will pay for her carelessness.”

  He took hold of her and vanished from the alley and the bloodbath that Tatiana had created on the sidewalk in front of them. As he and Nina appeared just streets away, he heard the alarm go up in response to what was certainly Tatiana’s murder of the man. People ran by them frantically to see the commotion as he and Nina hid in the darkness.

  He shielded her with his body, forcing her to press against him. Blocking out the chaos that darted past them, he focused on the feel of her full breasts next to him. He slid his hand along her back down to her rounded ass and squeezed, enjoying the feel of her shapely globes even through layers of clothes.

  “Not here, Vasilije,” she said shaking her head.

  “Yes, here.”

  Before she could protest again, his hands were burrowing under her skirts to touch her soft skin. He picked her up and held her hips as he pressed her against the side of the building, mere feet from the crowd of people still rushing to the spot they’d been just minutes earlier.

  Kissing down her neck, he hovered over the very place he’d plunge his fangs into her and feed on the one soul he was meant to taste. He trailed his lips further down and planted kisses across the tops of her breasts as she quietly whimpered her approval.

  Nina pulled his head up to meet hers and flashed her fangs at him. Just as he’d drink from her, she’d take his blood. Her lips pushed against his mouth, and quickly her passion rose to meet his as she swept her tongue into his mouth, grazing his fangs the way she knew would excite him.

  “Vasilije, my love,” she cooed into his ear as she delicately traced its outer edge with her soft lips.

  Her voice thrilled him. Her words were like music to his ears. He loved when she gave herself to him, so open and tender.

>   Desperately wanting her, he freed his stiff cock from the breeches that strained against it. It sprung to attention, heavy and thick with need. In one swift movement, he lifted her skirts and pulled her to him, her soft skin pressing against the full length of him.

  She looked beautiful in these moments before he buried himself in her, satisfying her need along with his own. Her dark eyes, wide with desire, stared into his, and he saw the vulnerability in them, a gentleness so foreign to many of their kind. Her mouth formed into a pout as desire coiled inside her and the words she’d speak to beg him to give her what she wanted formed on her lips.

  Nina clung to him, wrapping her legs around his waist, as she impatiently rocked against him, drenching his cock with her moisture. “Give me what I want,” she whispered as she kissed him again.

  He positioned the swollen crown of his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed into her. Teasing her with just the tip, he only aroused her more, and she pulled at his hair, fisting it in her hands as she tilted her hips to take all of him.

  Rearing back, he thrust forward and upward to bury his cock inside her scalding sheath as she cried out softly, “Yes! More!”

  Repeatedly, he drove into her, making her moan his name as she tore at his clothes to touch him skin-on-skin. Her body gave him more happiness than he’d ever known and the sounds of her pleasure flooded his ears, drowning out the noises of horrified Londoners just now finding Tatiana’s carnage.

  Close to exploding into the woman he loved, he slowed his pace to prolong the moment, but it was no use. As she sunk her sharp canines into his skin, his cock reacted, flooding her insides and triggering her release.

  It was in these moments when she held him close, stroking his cheek tenderly as she took from him the very blood she needed to exist, that he adored her the most. He was the only vampire she’d ever sired, and since that day, he’d been devoted solely to her.

  “Nina, love,” he groaned as she slid her tongue lightly over the holes in his neck.

  He watched in awe as she sweetly licked the last of his blood from her lips, smacking them like a child savoring the last of a sugary treat. Unlike any other vampire he’d ever met, Nina had retained the gentle innocence she’d possessed as a human. It shone in her eyes now when she looked up at him, smiling her happiness.