“Put it on me.” Becca had responded in a clearly flirty tone, batting her eyelids seductively at him. And as he had placed it, gently, around her neck, she had felt electricity dance on her skin in the places where his fingers touched.
Becca ran up the stairs. “I’ll be right back, Luke.” Her voice had rang out as her feet pounded the marble stairs. “Grams!”
It was clear that her grandmother wasn’t in the building. She had probably panicked and ventured out in search of her. “Be safe, Grams.” She pleaded, rubbing her fingers delicately across the grooves of the red ruby on her pendant.
She ran down the stairs and met Luke at the grand piano. He looked like he wanted to play a tune and she paused, not wanting to ruin the moment, but then he turned on his heels with a dejected look on his face. “She’s not here.” Becca sputtered, and Luke could tell that she was speaking the truth. He held her face tenderly and stared into her eyes. He was instantly gripped by mad flashes of worry, and in the dark haze he saw her Grams. She was basically her granddaughter, if Becca’s silky locks were replaced with a fierce, salt-and-pepper auburn and an even prouder look. He couldn’t believe that the image in Becca’s mind was her grandmother. She was too stunning to have had a daughter who then had a daughter who was the twenty-year-old beauty before him. “Your grandmother is beau—” he had begun to say when Becca’s pendant began to glow white hot in a way that startled and astounded him.
Becca’s eyes flashed red like sirens. “We’re in serious danger. Let’s get out of here.” But before they could even move they heard an explosion that rocked the mansion to its high glass ceiling. And as they ran out of the living room toward the back courtyard, they felt another blast, this one stronger than the last, and, right before their eyes, the west wing of the mansion came alive in flames.
SEYDOO watched Elena have a field day lobbing ball after ball of hot lava at the grove until, with a loud groan, the barrier shattered with the façade evaporating to reveal a majestic mansion. He couldn’t help but drool at it. Old money definitely lived here.
“Elena, we should go in and check who’s there” Seydoo suggested, but Elena was apparently drunk on the wine of destruction. She launched yet another ball of superheated lava at the now exposed mansion, and the west wing erupted in brilliant flames.
“Elena!” he yelped, “He could be holding innocent people hostage in there.” But she only smirked. “Anything to draw him out.” She yelled above the sound of chaos and destruction. He faced Timou, hoping for support, but Timou barely grunted. Of course, Seydoo frowned, Elena had Timou’s brain stuck between her tits.
Unexpectedly, a huge masculine figure burst out the main entrance of the castle-like mansion, followed almost immediately by an athletic young lady with a mighty frown on her face. He was built like a stallion, with hair the color of butter, eyes the color of blood, and a cloak that bathed the floor like a ball gown. She, on the other hand, was a fierce beauty like Elena. Her elegant hair flowed down both sides of her head like a waterfall but her rosy lips were in a pout.
“How dare you destroy my Grams house?” She screeched, her arms quivering with rage. Her right arm clutched a staff patterned with intricate carvings which was clearly magic, while her left hand was enclosed around a glinting dagger. She seemed ready for battle.
Elena cackled to the high heavens. “You must be the so-called fated mate,” she spat, doing little to hide her disgust, “ Surrender, the both of you, in the name of the High Commissioner of Transylvania, and nobody will be hurt.”
Becca was seething, but even she had to pause when Luke, the man of the hour, walked forward smiling with his mouth open. But instead of teeth, sharp fangs jutted from the roof of his mouth. And then he roared. It was a terrifying sound that rang for at least a kilometer, causing the ground beneath him to vibrate violently in a near-earthquake.
Becca watched the werewolf sink knee-deep into a crater that Luke’s roar caused to appear. The floating witch was so destabilized by the tremor that she dropped the lava ball she had conjured, causing it to rupture and splatter dangerously, almost injuring her comrade with the oversized gun, who Becca guessed was a vampire hunter. Becca stood in awe of Luke’s raw power. It was like he had suddenly recharged himself with a host of hidden abilities. Now, she no doubt believed that he had been King of Vampires. His power level sure confirmed it.
Then she heard the booming sound of a gunshot. It hit Luke before she could blink, causing an eruption of warm blood a the left side of his chest. The hunter had shot him, targeting his heart. She could see his smiling eyes behind the barrel of his gun.
She expected Luke to shrug off the bullets like he had done hers in the chamber, but she watched him collapse to his knees, clutching his chest but failing at it, because his hands kept bursting in flames. These were no ordinary bullets. She had to help him.
As she ran toward him, she suddenly heard a beastly growl headed in her direction. She looked up to see the werewolf in mid air, poised to pounce on her. How had he escaped being stuck halfway through the ground? Her hunter instincts kicked in and she rolled to the side, causing him to miss her by a hair’s breadth. Since she stared into Luke’s eyes in the chamber and saw the visions of his suffering, she had felt new power tingling beneath her skin. It was like he had awakened her sleeping genes.
The werewolf swiped at her with his sharp claws and she ducked, catching a whiff of his awful breath. With the speed of a tigress, she drove the sharp tip of her staff through his exposed armpit, drawing blood. He screamed and staggered back. She glanced in Luke’s direction and saw that he was still on the ground, pinned by the weight of an enchanted bullet he couldn’t eject. She heard the witch chanting and saw a bronze metal cast forming right above Luke’s bleeding frame. What was that in her left finger? Was that a vial of blood? Suddenly, Becca recalled the story Luke at told her and the details of the ritual that had banished him all those years. She was reenacting the ritual, all by herself? It had taken a host of witches to perform the initial ritual, but she was doing singlehandedly. This was no ordinary witch.
The confidence on Luke’s face had vanished. He was groaning in severe pains as chains began to form around his hands and feet. The witch was completing the ritual. She was winning, and her fated mate would be lost once again for a long time, if not forever.
Becca had been restrained all her life. She had been too scared to trust her own powers. She had been so terrified of all the vampires who hunted her for her rare blood that she had lost sight of what made her so special. But he had awakened her. Through the explosive sex and strange intimacy, he had helped her recall that she was worth much more than she was usually want to believe. Now, she had reclaimed her identity. She was a dominatrix, which meant that she was as much vampire hunter as she was witch.
She faced the floating witch, recalling a spell that she never recalled knowing. “Habetnoierlhoricane!” She yelled and, instantly, the clouds above formed into a narrow funnel. And just as the floating witch entered the penultimate verse of the spell to seal her fated mate forever, a bolt of lightning shot right from the center of the funnel, paralyzing her. The floating witch blacked out, falling to the ground with a large thud, her floating orb landing beside her. She had been so engrossed with sealing Luke that she hadn’t noticed the spell working above her. The thickset vampire hunter threw down his gun and ran to her side, shaking her, clearly making sure she was still alright.
Luke shot Becca a look of pure gratitude as he rose to his feet. He dipped his hand into his chest and produced the round bullet, its power finally waning. He tossed it aside with venom. But just as Becca beamed back, she felt what seemed like a long pitchfork rake her thighs, tearing tendon, vein and tissue as a jet of blood erupted from both her legs. The werewolf had attacked her with his good hand, damaging her legs with his sharp claw. As her vision grew hazy from blood loss, she watched the werewolf raise his good hand above her head, as though to slice her head clean off her neck with its
claws, but just as his arm descended, she felt a figure sweep in swiftly from her side. Before she could blink, she saw Luke towering over the werewolf, who had his back pinned to the wall, and then driving her staff through the werewolf’s heart. She turned in the direction of the witch and the vampire hunter and saw that they had vanished. Then she collapsed.
The last thing she saw before all became black was Luke staring into her eyes and mumbling: “Stay with me, please.”
Epilogue
When Becca came to, she was on her bed, in her room, with Grams and Luke perched beside her. Grams was beaming, though she couldn’t tell why.
“I told you,” Grams bellowed proudly, “It’ll take more than three random bozos to bring down my Becca.” Grams touched her face affectionately. “Welcome back, my jewel. Look how you trashed the place.”
In spite of herself, Becca smiled. “I’ll go make sage tea,” Grams announced, “And then we’ll discuss your friend here.” Grams cast Luke a mildly suspicious look and then smiled out of the room. Luke. Becca had been so happy to see Grams that she had temporarily forgotten Luke.
“Hey.” Luke said. He looked so happy to see her. “You saved me.”
“I could say the same for you.” Becca retorted, remembering the werewolf.
“How do you feel?” Luke asked, his face filled with concern. But Becca had other ideas.
“I feel like I get to be your bitch for the next one hour that Grams’ sage tea boils.” She leapt up despite the roaring pain in her legs, a mad glint in her eyes. In a similarly swift movement, she grabbed Luke’s wrist and bit into it, feeling the rich, metallic taste of his blood fill her mouth. She felt energy returning to her as her body regenerated and her wounds closed. Luke moaned. If he found this sensual, then they were in for a super jolly ride.
“What’s next after this?” Becca asked, right before she took his full cock into her mouth, wetting it with saliva, her clothes becoming a carpet beneath her.
“We build our kingdom.” Luke cried, as waves of pleasure enveloped him. He wet his fingers and then slid them into her pussy, one after the other, until he felt her juice overflow.
End for now
Sneak peak from the next book
The Hunt
Chapter One
THE TALK
WHEN GRAMS came up to the room in the morning, Becca’s energy was already restored. The sage tea had worked like magic, warming her up from the inside. She felt it’s warmth tingling her from the depths of her stomach to the tips of her fingers and toes. Even Luke had found the sage tea therapeutic, almost as though it had accelerated his natural regenerative abilities.
Becca noticed a new spark in his eyes. It was almost like a fresh awakening. From the corner of her eyes, she caught him mostly licking his lips as his eyes raked her curves, and she could tell that he couldn’t wait to run his tongue all over her pussy. But, at other times, she found him in a trance; a state of deep meditation in which he seemed to have no other care in the world. She felt safe in his arms, in the arms of her destined lover. She loved how importantly his eyes regarded her, and how all of his thoughts seemed to include her. Luke’s eyes were filled with desire, and when she looked in them she felt a huge surge of various sensations, pulsing beneath her skin.
What she loved the most, however, was the special connection that they shared. Before they faced off against that floating witch, hunter and werewolf who had attacked Grams’s house and almost mowed down the whole place, they had had special shared moments in the chamber and even in the heat of the battle. She had been able to peer into his memories and feel his motivations as starkly as he felt them. Looking into his mind had also awakened powers in her that she didn’t even realize she possessed. She recalled her heightened sensations during the battle, and the lightning bolt she had summoned from the sky which had taken out the floating witch and saved Luke from a second imprisonment. It was like she was his sixth sense, and he hers.
She heard a vibrant humming sound climb up the stairs to where she lay. Grams was at it again. She loved listening to old boy bands, and would wriggle her hips to beats older than Becca’s mother. Most times, Becca would spy on her from a corner, watching as she morphed into a portrait of pure joy. It was Grams who had taught her that music was life. Music could heal. Luke didn’t seem to fancy music much, though, as she watched his face slowly scrunch up as the sound of ancient music filled the room, potent and nostalgic.
“Are you okay?” She asked, opening her mouth for the first time.
Luke’s crimson eyes registered on her, paling straightaway from fierce concentration into a delicate tenderness that sent chills racing up her spine. But his face was far from relaxed.
“I sense a wave coming,” he told her, forehead creased into neat rows from frowning, “We need to find my kin. And fast.”
Becca felt his pain without needing to look into his eyes. She had never had to lead anything, talk more of an entire nation. Luke had been King of Vampires before his capture and imprisonment, and she could tell that he felt guilty for the decline of his empire and the fall of his people. She wanted to tell him not to be to hard on himself. He had been betrayed by one of his own right hand men. Plus, he had fought for the integrity of his people up until the last minute. It wasn’t his fault that he had been kept in that dreadful hole for those many centuries, and it was definitely not his fault that the prophecy that catalyzed all this had been issued.
She admired him, in fact. The fact that every waking moment since his escape had been centered around finding his people and reclaiming his lost kingdom showed that he possessed laser-sharp focus. She had always been one to love people who could set their sights on the goal. Most especially, she loved this goal. He would erase three hundred years of miscarried justice, restore the integrity of his people, and rebuild his kingdom. And she would be there by his side through the thick and thin of it; his queen.
Still, she didn’t know what she could say that would be sufficient to dampen the fires in his heart and provide him succor, howbeit temporary. The words just wouldn’t form in her mind. And now, she could feel the early stirrings of panic. If she’d learned anything in the past couple of days, it was that Luke fucked like a god, but also that he had acute instincts. He had just mentioned that he felt a wave coming. Becca felt her hand move involuntarily to the center of her neck and finger the pendant that had warned her of danger as far back as she could remember. It felt cold, lifeless. There was no incandescent, warning glow in the oval, red ruby. They were still safe, for now. But worry was rapidly stealing the sleep from her.
The door opened silently to reveal the charming face of Grams. The glow on her face was so wide, Becca could’ve sworn that Christmas came early. Her face was alive and her features softer. Every day, Grams seemed to grow younger. Becca felt a fire ignite in the pit of her stomach at the sight of her.
“Hey Sunshine,” Grams beamed at Becca, after offering Luke a curt nod, “How do you feel this morning?”
“Refreshed, actually,” Becca responded, her voice cracking from having just woken up. Luke’s blood had accelerated her healing after she sucked it from his wrist. Then they had had explosive sex. Becca could remember staring at Luke’s cock in all its fullness (like really taking her time to stare at it) for the first time. It was large and sexy and straight like a dagger. And it had felt like heaven in her pussy.
Grams’s face enlarged into sunshine at Becca’s response. When she entered a room, she exuded so much radiance that even the most depressed person would consider thinking happy thoughts. It was no wonder then, that most folk wouldn’t consider her as much of a threat. She appeared sweet and supple and harmless, but she was tough as industrial nails.
“I’m glad you’re all better,” Grams said, then her tone suddenly became brisk, “Because we need to talk about your guest here.”
Becca could understand Grams’s apparent disdain for Luke. He had put her in danger (at least so it had seemed at the beginning), a
ttracted dangerous forces to her doorstep, and he was supposed to be a bloodthirsty mass murderer. When it came to first impressions, Luke didn’t exactly excel.
“I know you have a ton of question, and concerns, Grams, but Luke is—” the counter case spilled from Becca’s mouth faster than she could think, but Grams would have none of it.
“You know how it goes, pumpkin,” she smiled, her silencing right index finger hovering in the air between them, “All vital conversations happen by the fireplace.”
“Arrrrrgh,” Becca groaned, but it was more playful than rude, “Tradition will still be the end of you, Grams!”
Grams chuckled, her jaunty nose thrown to point at the ceiling as she threw back her head. “I’ll see you downstairs, and there’ll be butter cookies.” Grams winked, and turned on her heels to head right back down the stairs. It was only then that Becca noticed that she’d been wearing her baking apron.
She looked in Luke’s direction, wanting to mouth an apology for Grams’s apparent mistrust, but she was taken aback by the smirk on his face. “You love butter cookies?” He teased, laughing a short, wicked laugh.
Why did he find that hilarious? She lobbed a pillow at him and she rose to her feet, and they both dissolved into peals of laughter. Then the shadow crept back into Luke’s features once again, evaporating the brightness that had just been there. Becca refrained from pursuing it. Luke had a lot of baggage on his shoulder, and, howbeit unfair, his fears had legitimate foundations. While she wanted him full of energy and burning with passionate fire, she also understood the vital importance of allowing him feel what he needed to feel. Pain was a scary sensation, but pain could also be a powerful fuel when harnessed the right way.
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