by Kate Bonham
“You keep doing that,” he grunted against my lips. “And this’ll be over before I get my pants off.”
“I know full well that Nosferatu have unlimited stamina,” I smiled through my staggered breath.
“Only when we feed regularly,” he grunted. “And I haven’t fed properly for a very long time, Mae.”
I kissed him again, pushing us off the wall by kicking back. He recovered quickly and pushed me back to the mattress. Landing on the lumpy and hard mattress, I felt my jeans being yanked down my legs. The cave was almost in complete darkness save for a little bit of light coming from outside. It lit up the side of his face as he moved back between my legs, the intensity growing with each passing minute.
Bram made a move to go down, but I stopped him, latching onto his belt. He knelt and removed it along with his pants. I looked down to see him, in full glory, but he looked pained.
“What is it?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious.
“I have not fed on fresh blood in too long,” he said. “I will not be able to—”
His eyes shot to my neck, and I saw the hungry, vacant look in them. He was struggling to tell me what I knew he needed.
“Do it,” I said, moving my hair behind my shoulder. “I want you to.”
“No,” he said, pushing up onto his feet and turning his back to me. “I cannot.”
“I want you to do it,” I said, pleading with him. “I want you to feed and then I want you to fuck me. I’m not a barbie doll, Bram, you’re not going to break me.”
He turned back to me just as I pushed up off the mattress. I moved to him with purpose and grabbed his cock, squeezing it as hard as I could and grabbing his mouth, pulling him down to my level by his neck. He groaned into my mouth and held me up as he bit into my neck. The sharp stab of his teeth had me gasping, but the pain disappeared and soon I was overtaken with pleasure as the blood dripped down my shoulder and onto my breasts. He fell to his knees, then his ass, as I climbed on top of him. He pulled away from my neck before I felt too woozy, my own blood dripping down his chin, his eyes red. I slipped into position, moving my hand down between us and pulling his cock upright, to my entrance. Before he could object again, I sat down on his cock, in one smooth stroke, taking the breath from both of us with an exasperated joint groan. Bram’s fingers dug into the skin of my back, massaging my aching muscles as he tried to hold onto me as I moved up, almost completely off his cock before slamming myself back down onto him.
I needed it hard.
I needed it rough.
I needed…him, in every single way.
As if he was reading my mind, he took control, lifting me up and pushing me down on the ground, mere feet from the mattress. I felt the dirt and rocks meld into my skin as he took aim and slid into me again. Kneeling between my legs, he hefted me up by my legs, my crotch the highest part of me, my shoulders and head digging into the ground, as he slid home, deeper than ever before. This angle was perfect.
He held me that way by hooking his arms under my knees and slamming his cock into me, over and over again, deeper and deeper with every thrust. He started to move so fast, he would become a blur, but the sensation inside of me was mind-numbing. I could barely breathe, my pussy was becoming wetter and wetter, the slick, slapping sounds echoing in the cave. I could feel the familiar pull just before I knew the waves would start to squeeze his cock, signaling I was close. I didn’t want it to end though, this was too incredible. Never before had it been this easy to make me come. Then again, I’d only ever been with immature idiots who thought it was best to spend all their money on how they looked. Bram was…well…he was everything a man should be, with a diet of blood.
I desperately sought something to grab onto as the first waves started to take over, my legs turning to jelly. Bram moved faster, and faster, groaning as my orgasm took over my body and I arched my back off the ground as it started to roll through. Clench after delicious clench. Just as it started to subside, and I could take a breath, Bram picked me up with ease and tossed me onto my stomach. I started to kneel, just as he grabbed onto my hips and drove into me from behind. Sensations ran through me, hitting every point of pleasure I had, even some I didn’t know I had. I tried my hardest not to buckle, my legs were still jelly, as he fucked me hard, harder and harder, until I thought I would explode. Bram grunted as he rolled over, pulling me, somehow, on top of him.
Suddenly, I found energy enough to start grinding on top of him, moving up and down, up and down, my fingers digging into his chest. The blood was now dry on his chin, but it turned me on more than ever before that he had drunk from me and now he was fucking me as hard as I’d always dreamed.
His fingers dug into my hips as I saw the look of frustration on his face in the pale light which was getting darker and darker the longer we went. Two more thrusts and he was pumping into me hard, grunting and groaning. He held onto me for a long time, not necessarily for breath, but I think it was hard for him to move.
The light from outside was gone now, and I could barely see Bram. He touched my cheek, rubbing a thumb over my cheekbone.
“How can you see my face?” I asked him, breathless.
“You would be able to as well if you focused.”
“Huh?”
“Focus, open your eyes, and look.”
I did, and suddenly I could see. Everything was in a golden honey tinge, but I could see everything, including Bram’s face and his red eyes.
“So,” I said, with a smile. “Time for round two?”
Bram laughed, licking the dried blood from his lips. “Give me ten minutes.”
“Lame,” I replied, smiling. “I guess you are older, takes longer to recover?”
He moved me onto my back, on the mattress, and claimed my mouth. I could taste the blood in my mouth but instead of being repulsed, it had me writhing underneath him.
“I guess we do have all night,” he muttered, moving in between my legs again.
Bram
Mae slept, the blanket pulled up over her shoulders, but I could see my bite marks on her shoulders and one on her neck. I swore I’d never do this again; I swore I’d never feed from someone even if they asked me to.
No matter how much I wanted to hurt myself for what I’d done to her, I couldn’t find it in me to regret it either. Last night had been exactly what I’d needed. Ever since she’d bounded into my life a couple of weeks ago, I hadn’t been able to quite stop thinking about her or thinking of stripping those damned clothes off her body. The reaction I had to her was intense, and it made me think of what Ferenc had warned me about. For the lycans, they called it the “bond”, which was a physical reaction to the one with which they would mate. Nosferatu were different, though, although our emotions were enhanced, we didn’t have a law that we must be with that person and we must mate with them. It seemed so animalistic to me.
I’d been protective of my lovers, but I never lost control like I had with Mae last night. It made me sick to my stomach that I gave in so easily. Things were spiraling out of control here, and yet, I took a another look at her and I couldn’t find a way to make sense of it. I didn’t want to go back to my castle, I didn’t want to leave this damned cave because I could lose her.
I could lose her to her own family, or to her own kind. And for the first time in centuries, I felt jealous of someone. It scared me.
Mae was stirring, so I pushed back all of my fears and started dressing. The sun was up and I knew everyone would be wondering where the hell we were.
“What time is it?” she asked, groggily.
“Time to head back,” I said. “I can see Fenneck is back.”
“Maybe I need to confront him,” she said.
“No,” I replied quickly. “We’ll take you back and hide you away until we can convince him to leave.”
Mae pulled her clothes on and stood up. “No, it’s time for me to confront him, Bram.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” I told her, although I inst
antly knew it would do no good. She was stubborn, and it was part of what I liked about her. “Fenneck isn’t someone you want to confront, especially if you are someone he deems an enemy.”
“Why am I an enemy?” she asked me, innocently. “I’m his granddaughter, aren’t I?”
“Yes, but you aren’t a pureblood granddaughter.”
Mae rolled her eyes. “In this day and age, this racism crap is really overrated.”
“It’s the lycan way,” I told her. “Old laws, and old family lines rule the entire species, much like the Nosferatu line, only not all of us are pure either, and yet we can still be respected if we get to a certain age.”
“Like you?”
I didn’t really want to tell her my past, or how I garnered the friendships and respect I had, but eventually I would need to tell her some things. Would it make her run or would she be okay with my monstrous past?
“Yes, like me.”
“How old are you anyway?” she asked.
That brought a smile to my face. “You sleep with a man and don’t even know his age?”
“Well, what can I say? I find you hot, and damn, you do look good for an old guy.”
A bubble of laughter erupted out of my throat. “Well, thank you, ma’am.”
“Let’s go.”
I took her down the mountainside and rushed her into the back door of my castle. They were all arguing in the foyer from what I could hear, so I took Mae down to the cellar. She stood in between my two racks of wines I’d collected over the last century.
“Uh…” Mae looked around and pulled a bottle free of his holder. “I didn’t think you could drink this?”
“Of course, I can,” I said. “I just can’t taste it like humans can.”
“Then what’s the point?” she asked me.
“Just stay down here, please.”
Mae nodded, but I knew she wasn’t going to really stay down here for long. I took off up the stairs, hating that I didn’t have a lock on the damned cellar.
Six
Mae
This was stupid.
I was stuck in this damned cellar without a clue as to what the hell was happening upstairs and it was all because of me. Fenneck was here because of me, yet, he didn’t know it was because of me.
Goddamn.
All of this trouble because I wasn’t meant to be born. Now, that was definitely something I had felt my entire life. My mother had always blamed me for being the one who had destroyed her life, she’d told me once after a few bottles of whiskey. It had been Bastien who had held me as I cried, and told me she was just upset and she didn’t mean it. It had been Bastien who had bought me my first bra because my mother had told me I wasn’t old enough, at the age of thirteen when my breasts had started to swell, he’d been the one to hold back my hair when I’d drunk my weight in vodka at my first underage party, and he was the one who had comforted me when the first boy I’d let into my pants had broken my heart.
Bastien was my true parent, whether by blood or not. And I missed him. I missed him more than I could ever have imagined, it hurt to breathe when I thought about what he could be going through right now and I was here, finding a sexy ass vampire to take to bed and meet my biological father who seemed pretty cool, but still, what if Bastien was turned to stone? What if he was atop a building, waiting for me to find him?
Screw this.
I moved up the stairs and out of the cellar, toward the foyer where I could hear raised voices. I stayed out of sight and listened.
“…I know this is not about the human,” the menacing voice said. “Why have you come here, Hallec? Answer me now, I demand it.”
“Father,” Hal’s voice came from somewhere close by. “I beg of you, let’s go back to London. I had a moment of weakness, but I am ready to return to my responsibilities.”
“You really are weak,” Fenneck spat back, viciously. “I always wished your brother could have been my first. With any luck, those brats of yours will be just like your brother and not you. Even your own wife is stronger than you. I regret having to marry her to someone like you.”
I was angry. I’d only known my father for a day, but no one deserved to be spoken to like that. It brought back way too many memories of my own childhood. Something in me shot out of the dark and into the foyer, much to the surprise of everyone. Bram was horrified, as was Hal, but Amabelle seemed distraught.
Fenneck looked at me with such anger in his eyes, I could probably cut through the tension in the room with a knife.
“Who the hell are you?”
“My name is Mae, and I am Amabelle’s daughter.”
“Great, well toddle off human. I’ve no use for you.”
“I’m Amabelle and Hallec’s daughter.”
Fenneck looked to Hal then, to Amabelle and back to me. The anger was evident, and I was scared, but I’d never show that to this monster. If this was what it was to be a lycan, I wanted no part of it.
“Blasphemy,” Fenneck said, calmly. “Lies…humans lie. You are a common whore’s child.”
“Enough!” Hallec yelled, stepping in front of me. “She is mine, I can sense it and if you had any sense of right, you would too.”
“You ruin our bloodline for this human?” Fenneck asked him. “You are weaker than I thought.”
“Even so, she is my first born, and by our laws, she is an heir to the Blackmaw throne.”
Fenneck recoiled in disgust. “She will never rule for the Blackmaws.”
I stepped out from behind Hallec. “One day, maybe I’ll decide the Blackmaws don’t need to have a King or Queen.”
Fenneck stepped closer, and I could feel Hallec brimming on edge to do something to protect me. Instead, I raised my chin, and puffed out my chest, confidently. He would not threaten my family again.
“You will never be a part of my family.”
“Too late,” I spat back. “We can’t choose our family.”
“I can,” he replied. “And I will never allow anyone to know of you.”
He came toward me, and I instantly felt a coldness run over me. A sliver of metal and a sharp pain in my abdomen followed. Fenneck stepped back, to admire his handiwork, only it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. I pulled it out, blood shining on the small blade.
“What did you do?” Hallec yelled at his own father, before moving to me. I looked down at the hole in my shirt but there was no wound underneath.
“I didn’t know lycans could heal themselves so fast?” I said to Hallec.
“We can’t,” he told me, surprise taking over.
“She’s no lycan,” Fenneck said, angrily. “That blade had wolfsbane on it.”
“You tried to kill my daughter?” Hallec turned on him.
“She’s not a lycan, Hallec.”
“Yes, she is,” Bram came forward. “Well…she was, I guess she still is in part.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked him. “What the hell is going on?”
Fenneck ran for me, a longer blade in his hand, but before I could move, Bram was in front of me, and had Fenneck in his arms. In one brief moment, Fenneck stood before me, aggressive and threatening to kill me, and the next moment, his head was laying halfway across the room, rolling to a stop in front of Amabelle who looked down at it before screaming.
Bram let go of the headless body and stood back, his eyes glowing red, spattered blood across his white cheeks from the action he’d just undertaken. I could feel his anger dissipating and horror taking over. I couldn’t understand how I knew but I felt it. It was like only Amabelle and Bram had taken Fenneck’s dead body into account because my father was looking at me strangely, his copper colored eyes wide.
“Wow,” Hallec said, looking into my eyes. “I can’t believe it. How is this even possible?”
“What?”
“Your eyes…”
“What about them?”
“They’re amber,” Bram said, pushing off the wall and coming closer. I could smell
the blood on his face. It was a rusty, and coppery scent, one that made me feel…hungry.
“What does that mean?”
“No super has amber eyes,” Bram told me. “Because you’re not just lycan anymore. I feared this happened last night, if only I’d known it was a new moon last night, I never would have let it happen.”
I turned to Hallec who stepped back, looking from me to Bram, and back at me. “I knew something was up when I saw you two together, but I had no idea how deep it ran.”
“Will someone please tell me what’s going on but before you do, someone please shut the screaming up before I lose it?”
Hallec ran over to my mother, shielding her from the head of my grandfather. I turned back to Bram, moving close to him. He tried to back away from me, but I wouldn’t let him.
“What the hell am I?”
He sighed. “It appears, Mae, that you are now a hybrid. Part lycan, part Nosferatu.”
Bram
I chanced a glance at Hallec. He was comforting Amabelle who had all but passed out at the sight of Fenneck’s head lying in front of her. It was now that I heard Ferenc arrive outside, and when he came inside, I could see the shock on his face.
