Her sweet brow furrows. I can almost see her working through her encyclopedic knowledge of vampires as the Van Helsings have it written down.
But there’s plenty vampire hunters could never know. Plenty our age old enemies, who still pursue us, regardless of the new world, don’t even want to know.
And I have her, doing anything but trembling beneath me, a delicious morsel ripe for the picking.
“I don’t understand.”
“My bite, little dove,” I growl. “You need to be marked with my bite. To show you have been turned.”
“But…” She slides her hand over her stomach. “If you bite me like that, Iwillbe turned.”
“I turn whom I want. It is a privilege of my status.” I press against her, pushing her up to the wall. “If I don’t want to turn you, I will not.”
“So how…?”
“I used my venom to heal you from last time.” I trace a finger down her neck and over the area where I fed.
Lucy shivers slightly at my touch, and a perfume fills the room, making my hard cock even harder.
“If I use less, it will leave a mark. My mark. On my property.”
“Your property?” A light dances in her eyes which says she will never be mine.
Little does she know, she has always been destined for me.
“Mine,” I growl, sliding my hand under her cashmere top and meeting warm, smooth skin. “All mine.” I dip my head to capture her lips, my fingers sliding down under the waistband of the soft pants she wears. “Mine to pluck, ripe and ready. Mine to bite.Mine to claim.”
I push my hand between her apex and find she is soaking already. Her legs tremble as I slip in a digit and curl it up so I can reach the perfect point inside her.
“Dominik!” she gasps. “What if someone comes?”
“I’m very much hoping you will come, little dove. Come all over my hand.”
“Ah!” she cries out as I press in the perfect place, her body shaking as it responds to me even though I sense her resistance.
Her pants are easy to whisk away, and my cock is in my hand before she has even had time to open her eyes. I’m inside her, her legs wrapped around my waist, my hands spanning hers, her arms around my neck as she kisses me as fiercely as she once proposed to stake me.
Deep within her silken heat, the prospect of placing my mark on her, I’m not entirely sure I can hold my spill.
Because Lucy has stolen my soul, and being buried within her will take all the rest of me.
Lucy
I gaspas the bulbous thickness of Dominik fills me, but I want him more than anything. He stretches me so wide it’s almost, almost painful, until he’s seated deep within, and then a feeling of bliss overtakes me. I’m already pulsing from the orgasm he plucked a moment ago.
The idea we might be discovered in this echoing room which resounds to the noises of him plundering me, withdrawing and thrusting back as I, unable to help myself, cry out with pleasure makes me wetter than ever.
I am soaking him, enjoying every movement, every part of this, including the forbidden nature, not only of a Van Helsing being ravaged by a vampire but also the semi-public nature of the event. Dominik makes me feel alive. He makes me feel wanted, desired, needed in a way I’ve never felt before.
“Lucy.” He moans my name over my skin. “Let me feed, let me mark you.”
His thrusts are rhythmic, the spikes at the base of his cock pressing into me, pressing into my clit, making me see stars.
If I do this, there will be no going back, no return. It is set in stone. I will have Dominik to pleasure me until the end of my days. A vampire king to watch over my child.
“Do it,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Take me, make me yours.”
I feel his fangs trail up my neck and back again, his tongue lapping at my skin. And when he bites, it’s like nothing he’s done before, nothing on earth. A pinch, a flood of warmth, and I’m scaling new heights. I don’t even know who I am anymore, only that I have the most powerful vampire between my legs giving me everything I’ve never had.
