Dark Prince: A Vampire Paranormal Romance (Blueblood Vampires Book 1)

by Michelle Hercules

  “Let me? I’m not your property.”

  My arm snakes around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Boone and his punishment get pushed to the background. The reason I kicked Manu out of her own apartment becomes the only thing that matters now. I’m here to stake my claim, to finally let the crave win.

  “No, but you’re mine.”

  I crush my lips against hers, hard and demanding. She resists but only because she’s mad. It doesn’t last though. Vivienne surrenders to me with abandon, matching each stroke of my tongue with the same amount of possessiveness as me. I’m not sure anymore who is claiming whom. She owns me with her body, with her mind, with her soul.

  There’s no space between our bodies, but I need more contact, more friction. I lift her from the floor as I walk, and as if reading my mind, she wraps her legs around my hips. I only stop moving when her back meets the wall and I’m pressing my erection against her heat.

  Her pulse has skyrocketed, which works like a beacon to me. I leave her lips to kiss down her neck, dying to do more than just run my tongue over her skin. If I don’t taste her blood, I might die. I graze a sweet spot with my fangs, ready to give in, but when Vivienne’s body turns from supple to rigid in an instant, I stop. She’s shaking in my arms, and it’s not because of desire.

  But the hunger wants me to ignore her panic; all that matters is drinking until I’m fully satisfied.

  “Lucca, please,” she begs, and her plea goes right through my chest.

  I regain control for a moment and pull back. She’s crying. Fuck.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “You can’t …” She shakes her head. “Please.”

  Her image becomes fuzzy, or maybe it’s my head that’s clouded. She speaks again, but this time, I can’t hear it because the sound of her blood pumping in her veins is louder. I’m going to lose it. If I start drinking from her, I won’t be able to stop.

  With the last bit of self-control that I have, I let go of Vivienne and run to the fridge, hoping there are enough blood bags stocked here. There are a few. I grab them all, not even sure if this will help me control the bloodlust. I savagely puncture the first bag, not caring if blood is spilling out or dripping down my chin.

  Vivienne steps out of the room, mincing forward as if she were a frightened animal. If she were smart, she would run far away from me. Can’t she sense how close I am to ripping her throat to shreds?

  “You need to go.” I toss the first empty bag in the sink and search for another one.

  “Are you in pain?”

  “Yes.” I take a large gulp, not peeling my eyes off her. I’m gripping the edge of the counter with my free hand so hard that I might break a piece in any second.

  “It’s my blood, isn’t it? You’re craving it.”

  I close my eyes, hoping that if I don’t see her, it will be easier to resist. “Yes. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I want to help you.”

  I look at her again, questioning her sanity. “How are you going to help me? I want to drink from you, Vivienne. But if I do, I won’t stop.”

  “You need a distraction.” She drops to her knees in front of me and unzips my jeans.

  I’d protest more if I were stronger. But when her fingers wrap around my cock, any arguments I might have die. I grab another bag, careful not to rip the plastic too hard and get blood all over her. Our gazes are locked when I inhale more blood, and Vivienne sucks my cock into her mouth.

  Shakes run through my body, and now, I’m panting for another reason other than wanting to drink her dry. Feeding and sex go hand in hand for vampires, and somehow, Vivienne thought this would help me. She’s not wrong. I can’t drink her blood while I fuck her, but this is the next best thing.

  28

  Vivienne

  I’m the stupidest girl alive. I know what’s going on with Lucca. He’s on the verge of bloodlust, and instead of running away from him, as I should, I offer to help. Maybe I’m caught in his bloodlust as well without the need to drink blood. I just want him.

  I blame that incendiary kiss. It had the power to rob me of common sense. He’s a predator, ready to devour me, and I’m the prey who can’t stay away. It’s like his demons are calling me, daring me to exorcise them.

  But the way he took care of me yesterday and then his declaration that I was his spoke to a deep-rooted need in me. I’ve never felt protected before. I’ve been on my own pretty much my whole life. My brother has had too many issues to ever be the caring figure in our dysfunctional family.

  As crazy as it sounds, it feels right for me to be on my knees, at Lucca’s mercy. If I’m being honest with myself, it’s something I’ve been dreaming about since I got here. All I can think about now is savoring him and pushing him off the edge while I do it. The fear that hit me a minute ago is gone, and now, I wish his fangs were deep inside my neck. It would be easy to blame vampire compulsion for my insanity, but I know he’s not doing it. This is all on me.

  He’s getting bigger inside my mouth, so I suck harder, using my hands as well. He groans and then takes control. His fingers are in my hair, keeping my head steady as he fucks my mouth. He lets out a savage growl when he comes, moving even faster than before. I take everything that he gives me, and when he’s emptied out, I want more.

  Sitting on the balls of my feet now, I wipe my face with the back of my hand. I’m a little dazed, and I don’t know why.

  You’ve never given a vampire a blow job before, Vivi. Maybe his jizz is special.

  Strong hands wrap around my arms and lift me up. The crimson is almost gone from Lucca’s brown eyes, and there isn’t any blood smeared on his chin anymore. He would look almost back to normal if a new kind of hunger wasn’t shining in his gaze now.

  “You’re a crazy fool,” he says gruffly.

  “I know.”

  In a move I don’t expect, Lucca picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

  “What are you doing?” I twist my torso, trying to see where he’s taking me.

  We’re back in my room. Without missing a beat, he yanks my bedspread off, sending all the books and notes that were on my bed to the floor. He then sets me in the middle of the mattress and stares at me.

  His fangs are still on full display, and his breathing is coming out in bursts.

  Shit. Is he going back to that savage state?

  “Are you okay?” I ask in a small voice even though I’m not afraid.

  “I’m fine. But you aren’t.” He grabs the back of his T-shirt, pulling it off to reveal the most amazing set of abs and chest I’ve ever seen.

  Taut skin that’s begging to be explored, muscles that are defined but not overly bulky. He’s the model of perfect male beauty, and I want to lick every single plane and ridge of his body. I’m too busy ogling him that I only process his comment when he joins me in bed, on his hands and knees, stalking me like he’s indeed a predator in the jungle.

  I scooch back until there’s nowhere else to go. “What do you mean, I’m not fine?”

  His lips curl into a mischievous smile, sending a heat wave from the tips of my toes up to the roots of my hair.

  He walks his fingers up my leg until they disappear under my skirt. “I want to return the favor.”

  The room is getting hotter and hotter, and my pussy is already throbbing in anticipation. Not taking his eyes off me, he curls his fingers around the sides of my panties and rolls them down my legs.

  “God, you’re so aroused; I can’t wait to taste you again.”

  He opens my legs wider, and then he’s between them, not holding back. I cry out at the first sweep of his tongue, arching my back. He’s not wrong; I’m so horny that I’ll probably come in the next minute. Twisting the sheet underneath me with my hands, I try to hold off the release for as long as I can. Then, I feel a pressure at my entrance—his finger—and I lose it completely. The orgasm is so intense that I have to grab a pillow and bite into it to muffle my screams.

  Lucca’s cares
ses down below cease when I’m no longer shaking, and a second later, he removes the pillow from my face. He’s smiling from ear to ear—an expression I’ve never seen before on him. My heart expands and overflows with a heady feeling that leaves me breathless and ecstatic at the same time. But then my attention drops to his necklace, dangling just above my nose. The post-orgasm euphoria evaporates, and the cruel reality returns, cutting in like a sharp knife.

  He doesn’t seem to notice my inner turmoil as he brings my hands up, linking his fingers with mine and letting our joined hands rest on each side of my head. On his knees, he just hovers above me, radiating pure sexual allure.

  “You’re beautiful,” he says just before he leans down and tenderly kisses me.

  I melt, and right then and there, I decide that I won’t let anything destroy this moment. Screw responsibilities and promises. I want to enjoy every second of this experience, so I can treasure the memory forever once I’m gone. I don’t have any illusions. Whatever is going on between Lucca and me has an expiration date. The tightness in my chest is hard to ignore though.

  Determined to not drown in the dark feeling competing for space in my heart, I wrap my legs around his hips, hooking them at the ankles and pulling him to me.

  Without breaking the kiss, he lowers his body to mine, pressing his erection against my core. There are still too many layers of clothing between us though, but since he’s still keeping my hands trapped under his, I can’t do much about it.

  “Lucca,” I murmur between kisses.

  “Yeah?” He gyrates his pelvis, rubbing his erection right where I so desperately need it.

  “I want you. All of you.”

  He pulls back and watches me for a moment. “Are you sure, Vivi?”

  I nod, unable to form words now. He called me by my nickname, injecting the butterflies in my stomach with pure adrenaline. I can’t let hope gain ground in my heart. This will never be anything more between us than a hook-up.

  Lucca stands up, getting rid of his pants in vampire super-speed. Then, instead of joining me again, he remains still next to the bed in all his naked glory, watching me with a gaze so intense that it unravels me. The drumming inside of my chest is so strong that it feels like my heart has been replaced by an entire marching band.

  His lips curl into that wicked grin that has the power to turn my brain into cotton candy. Not that I’m not already completely undone by him.

  “Now it’s your turn, sweetheart.”

  Heat rushes to my face. I’ve gone further with Lucca than with any other guy before him, and yet I’m nervous about getting out of my clothes with him watching. I sit up, and then, with a deep breath, I close my eyes and tug my shirt up.

  Then, Lucca is there, sitting next to me. “Shh. There’s no need to be nervous, Vivi. Here, I’ll help.” He slowly pulls my shirt off, lobbing it to the side. His heated stare lowers to my breasts for just a second before his eyes connect with mine. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah.”

  I don’t want him to think I’m a china doll just because I’m a virgin. I unhook my bra and then slide the straps down my arms. Lucca drops his gaze to my chest as he runs his fingers across my cleavage, leaving a path of goose bumps over my skin.

  My eyes close, and a little moan escapes my lips. When Lucca’s warm tongue captures one of my nipples, a wave of desire shoots straight down to my core. My clit is throbbing again, ready—no, begging for more. When I open my eyes, my room is spinning out of control. I feel dizzy, but it’s not a bad thing. Lucca’s hand disappears under my skirt, and his fingers find my bundle of nerves, drawing another delirious moan from me.

  “That’s right, Vivi. Let go of all your inhibitions. Tell me what you want.”

  I sense the dare in his tone. My face is in flames, but I meet his eyes without fear. My voice is steady when I say, “I want your mouth all over my skin. I want to feel your power between my legs. I want you to consume me.”

  His eyes flash bright red, and I fear I said too much. With a hard yank, he tears my skirt in two. Then, he gets onto his knees in front of me, pulling my hips off the mattress so my pussy is at the same level as his cock.

  “This might hurt a little, darling.”

  He presses the head of his erection against my entrance. It slides in a little, and it feels glorious. I want more.

  “I don’t care,” I breathe out.

  He pushes forward, gently filling me. There’s a pinch, and then he’s sheathed inside of me fully. I tense, worrying that I might bleed. But Lucca’s eyes remain brown.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice a little strained.

  “No,” I tease, but when his gaze becomes filled with guilt, I’m quick to add, “You stopped moving.”

  Narrowing his eyes in a mischievous way, he digs his fingers into my skin while pulling out almost all the way. “That can be fixed.”

  He thrusts back in fast, drawing a cry from my lips.

  “That’s right. Cry out, little minx.”

  I capture his gaze, making sure he can read the challenge in my eyes. “Harder.”

  Shaking his head, he chuckles. “Oh, you’re in trouble now.”

  He complies, and I agree with him. I’m very much in trouble. His thrusts become faster and deeper, and each time he fills me, he pushes me closer to the abyss. But as much as this position feels good, I miss the closeness. I want to feel the weight of his body over mine.

  I reach over, trying to pull him to me. “Come here.”

  Lucca’s nostrils flare, and his eyes turn a shade darker. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, darling.”

  “Is it the bloodlust?”

  “Yeah.”

  Oh no. “Did I bleed?”

  “No,” he groans. “It’s not that. Thank fuck.”

  “You’re not going to give in. I trust you.”

  The words surprise me. They’re the absolute truth. I trust him like I’ve known him my entire life.

  A flash of emotion crosses his eyes. It’s different than hunger or lust. His expression softens though, and then he lowers his body to mine. I grab his face between my hands and kiss him like this is the last time. Fury, fear, passion, and guilt are all mixed in it.

  Lucca continues to pound away, matching the tempo of his hips with his tongue. I want to believe this moment feels as amazing for him as it does for me even if it’s wishful thinking. But even if his heart doesn’t surrender, his body does. We’re moving in sync now, so much so that I don’t know anymore where I end and he begins.

  A bubble of pleasure seems to envelop my entire body until it bursts, and I explode into tiny fragments.

  “Fuck, Vivienne. I can’t …” Lucca’s entire frame convulses, and he’s gone too.

  Boneless. That’s the state I’m in. I’ve lost count on how many times Lucca made me come, and the only reason we didn’t fuck all day long was because I’m human and I would have ended up with a broken body for real.

  Nightfall is a few hours away still, and now, Lucca is sound asleep next to me. I can’t sleep yet, so I just stare unabashedly at him. He looks so much younger now that his face doesn’t carry the weight of a centuries-long existence. Despite fearing vampires for most of my life, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to live forever. Is their immortality the reason some of them are vile and cruel?

  My eyes drop to his neck and the jewelry around it. This is my chance. I could take Lucca’s necklace and be far away before he woke up. My hand is now hovering above it as I think about Rikkon at Larsson’s mercy. I’ve helped him out of trouble more times than I can count, and anyone, especially my friends, would tell me I’d more than repaid my debt. And yet I can’t walk away from him, but I also can’t steal from Lucca.

  There’s no logic that can justify my conflicting emotions. As I stare at Lucca, I get again the sense that I’ve known him for a long time, which is impossible. Why is he evoking this deep sense of loyalty in me?

  With a heavy sigh, I drop my ha
nd, and instead of doing what I came to Bloodstone for, I kiss his cheek.

  29

  Vivienne

  I did manage to fall asleep, and when I wake up, Lucca’s side of the bed is empty but not cold to the touch. He must have just gotten up. I’m disappointed that he left without saying good-bye, but I try to psych myself out of it. It’s better this way. I can’t fall deeper into this rabbit hole, or I might never crawl out.

  My head is still fuzzy, thanks to the lack of rest. It’s probably the only explanation as to why I don’t hear the shower is on until I walk into a foggy bathroom. Lucca is in there, just about finished with rinsing his hair.

  “Good evening, darling. Are you joining me?”

  My jaw is on the floor, and my eyes are bulging out of my skull. I must look like a silly cartoon character now. “I thought you’d left.”

  “Not without saying a proper good-bye.” He dumps a good amount of liquid soap on his open palm and then proceeds to lather his body.

  I follow the movements of his hands down his abs until he holds his rock-hard erection in his fist. And just like that, my skin is ablaze. Lucca’s heated stare scorches my naked body before our eyes meet again. One of his eyebrows rises in a silent challenge.

  Damn it. In for a penny, in for a pound. Maintaining eye contact, I walk over, and that’s when I see a stack of blood bags next to my shampoo bottle.

  “I got hungry,” he says sheepishly.

  My stomach decides to complain just then, groaning loudly. There’s no hoping the sound of the water jets covered that. If I heard it, so did he. I become a little tense. What if Lucca decides to offer me some of that blood?

  As if hearing my thoughts, he says, “I’d offer you some, but being in your presence is still triggering. I need to drink as much as I can to keep the hunger at bay.”

  Ignoring for now the fact that something about me is giving Lucca bloodlust, I exhale in relief. “It’s okay. I’ll eat something later.”