Rebel Dhampir (The Royale Vampire Heirs Book 2)

by Ginna Moran

  Tingles burst through me at the sensation of his fangs grazing my neck. “You can’t use your vampire strength or speed.”

  “Fine by me,” he murmurs, meeting me for a kiss. “You can fight however dirty you want.”

  I shove my hands into his chest, pushing him off me to straddle him. “Oh, I plan on it. I hope you’re as tough as you act, Mikkalo. I’m pretty hungry.”

  “I hope you’re ready for the best experience of your life,” he says, flashing his fangs. He slides his hands to my ass and squeezes. “I’m going to start by biting your hot little ass first.”

  I raise my eyebrows. “You want to bite my ass?”

  “You scared?”

  I glare at him. “No.”

  “Mmmhmm.”

  “I’m not. But you should be. I’m not gentle.”

  “It’s a good thing I won’t find out.”

  Mikkalo attempts to flip me over, but I throw myself back between his legs, somersaulting to my feet. He stays good on his word and doesn’t move at vampire speed. Jerking his legs up, he catapults to his feet and rubs his hands together, assessing me.

  He takes a few steps closer while I step back, trying to figure out the best way to knock him on his ass. I don’t get the element of surprise, so I can’t catch him off guard. Mikkalo rushes me, not giving me another moment to figure out my strategy. Even without vampire speed, he’s incredibly fast. Instead of bracing for a collision that’ll knock me off my feet, I turn and run.

  What a fucking mistake.

  Mikkalo chases after me, unintentionally setting off my fear instincts. It happens every damn time someone follows me. I can’t shake the feeling of being hunted, even if he isn’t doing it to me. My brain knows better, but my body freaks the hell out.

  “I think this was a bad idea,” I call. “You’re scaring me.”

  “Use it to your advantage, Gwen,” Mikkalo says. “I know how a little fear can set you off.”

  I frown and spin to face him. “You’re not supposed to help me.”

  Mikkalo launches at me, hooking his arms around me. He flips the both of us midair, taking the brunt of the force onto him when he could’ve easily pinned me down.

  “That’s what we’re here for. Plus, I want to earn my bite,” he says, kissing my neck. “It’ll make it ten times sweeter.”

  “Not happening,” I say, shoving my hands into his chest. “My mouth is already set on biting every inch of you.”

  “Sounds like I’m winning either way,” he teases.

  I attempt to lock my fingers around his wrists, but he snatches my arms and flips me onto my back over his head. Jerking up my knees, I kick him in the stomach and knock him off course before he can land on top of me.

  Locking his hand around my ankle, he tugs my leg, stopping me from getting to my feet. I screech as he pulls me to him by my foot. Twisting my body, I swing my leg with enough force to get him to let me go. I jump back to my feet and dash out of his reach. There’s no way I’m going to pin him down like this.

  “You know you can’t outrun a vampire,” Mikkalo says, keeping his distance behind me.

  I race across the gym and to the different equipment. Picking up a large rubber ball, I chuck it at Mikkalo. He catches it and throws it right back at me. The ball bounces off my chest, sending me stumbling. I don’t even realize Mikkalo moved until his arms catch me, and he rights me on my feet.

  “Throwing things won’t work either,” he says, grinning at me with his fangs.

  He charges me again, locking his hands around my waist. I jab my fist at his stomach in surprise, hitting him right in his solar plexus. It’s enough to get him to let me go, the force of my punch making him heave.

  I dart away instead of attempting to overpower him. That’s when I notice the small folding table with two thermoses and my empty plate from lunch. It reminds me of a trick I had almost forgotten since being away with my brothers. Mikkalo was wrong. Throwing things does work if you pick the right thing to throw.

  “Time out,” I say, holding my hands in an X-shape.

  He raises an eyebrow. “You can’t be tired already.”

  “Thirsty.”

  I reach the table and try to grab for the thermos, but Mikkalo materializes next to me. He hands me a glass of water instead, and I slowly take a sip, watching him watch me.

  Taking the thermos, he lifts it to his lips. “These are both mine.”

  I can’t help scrunching my nose. “Oh.”

  His eyes flash silver, and he sets down the thermos. “You’re jealous.”

  Opening and closing my mouth, I try to come up with another reason why I sound so disappointed that he’s drinking someone else’s blood. I mean, what the hell? He has to eat, and Everett isn’t around to draw my blood all the time. He never takes enough from me to provide completely for the four of them anyway because he’s afraid of taking too much.

  “No,” I say, softly. “That would be unfair.”

  “It’s okay if you are. I should wait anyway since you’re going to satiate me any minute now.” He grins with his words, setting the thermos down without drinking.

  I glare at him. “Don’t count on it.”

  “You’re going to love every moment.”

  “Because you taste amazing,” I say.

  He moans under his breath, his eyes flashing silver at my banter. Closing the space to him, I slide my arms around his waist and risk hugging him though he could easily throw me off my feet. I graze my teeth to his throat, distracting him enough to grab the thermos of blood off the table.

  “My mouth’s watering already,” I whisper, sucking his skin between my teeth without biting.

  Dropping his hands to my ass, he tugs me close so that I can feel the arousal my closeness, my teasing, my deep-seated need does to him. “This might work on one of my brothers, but it won’t work on me.”

  Mikkalo releases me and grabs my arm, thinking I’m going to try to knock him off his feet. The sudden movement sloshes blood from the thermos and onto his back. He flares his nostrils and stiffens. I take advantage of his sudden distraction and pull myself free. Jerking my hand forward, I attempt to throw blood in his face. This method worked at least a dozen times in dealing with shadow dwellers. A face full of blood is hard to ignore.

  Unfortunately for me, Mikkalo blocks my swing, sending the thermos back at me. The blood sloshes from it and spills across the front of me, covering my chest and soaking my tank top. Mikkalo inhales sharply, his eyes leaving mine to gawk at the blood streaming into my cleavage.

  This wasn’t exactly the distraction I had planned on, but it’s a distraction none-the-less. Charging forward, I ram my shoulder into Mikkalo’s chest and knock him off his feet. I land on top of him, dripping blood onto his face.

  Laughing, I lock my fingers to his wrists and try to pull his hands over his head to pin him. He realizes too quickly what I’m about to do and hooks his arm around my waist, throwing me off of him. I roll a few times, trying to get back to my feet. Mikkalo pins me down, grabbing my hands to pull them up. Flipping me from my stomach and onto my back, he gets on top of me, straddling my waist.

  His eyes rove over me, drinking me in. “Shove me off.”

  But I can’t. My chest heaves, my body squirming under the weight of his stare. I capture his gaze with mine, submitting to defeat.

  “You win,” I whisper, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth. “You beat me.”

  Mikkalo rolls off me onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. His chest heaves as hard as mine, and we lie together on the mat in silence.

  “Gwen,” he murmurs, lacing his fingers through mine. “I’m not actually going to bite you. I just thought you could use some motivation.”

  I prop up on my elbow. “But you won. It was the deal.”

  “I don’t want to bite you because I won. It’s not how I imagined it to be.” He sits up, turning his gaze from the high ceiling and back to me. Reaching out, he combs my blood-soaked hair from my shoulder
to look at my cleavage. “Though I wouldn’t mind licking my lunch off you.”

  Heat flushes my skin at his words. “That would only be fair,” I say, straightening my shoulders. “Since I did waste it on a failed plan.”

  Mikkalo scoots closer until he can pull me onto his lap. My whole body buzzes, feeling the stiffness of his erection under my ass. He searches my eyes for a second, and I reach up and pull the strap of my tank top from my shoulder, giving him silent permission to do what he wants.

  He grazes his tongue over my shoulder, licking the sticky blood from my skin for a moment. “Do you know why it failed?” he murmurs, continuing to kiss and suck and lick the sensitive skin of my breasts peeking out from my bloody top.

  “Hmm?” I ask, tilting my head back, enjoying this way more than I thought I would. I don’t even care that someone’s—or a bunch of someones’—blood still drips down my skin as long as Mikkalo doesn’t stop.

  “You lost focus the same time I did,” he says, his breath tickling my skin.

  “Can you blame me? The way you looked at me...” I guide his chin with my fingers until I meet my mouth to his for a kiss. “I lost on purpose.”

  He pulls back slightly, searching deep in my eyes to see the truth to my words. “Gwen, careful what you say.”

  “I want to give you what you want.” I trace my finger across his lips until I feel the sharpness of his fangs. I prick my finger and let him suck it into his mouth. “You were right about me being jealous of a cup of blood. I want to be the one to satiate you.”

  Mikkalo slides his arms around me and lifts me into his arms. He blindly kisses me as he strolls toward the changing room tucked off to the side of the gym. I deepen our kiss, sliding my tongue into his mouth to caress the softness of his tongue. He carries me by my ass with one hand, using the other to tug the bloody shirt over my head. My bra falls off next, and he lifts me higher to trace his tongue over my breasts, sucking my excited nipple into his mouth. I moan and clutch his head, desire pulsing between my legs as I enjoy Mikkalo’s mouth exploring my skin.

  “Let’s get this gen. pop. blood off us,” he says through kisses, turning on the massive tiled shower as nice as the one in his room.

  I yank his shirt over his head, helping him undress as he drops his athletic shorts. He slides me a few inches lower until he can rub his erection between my legs, just teasing me through the barrier of my pants.

  Setting me on the long sink, Mikkalo kisses me while standing between my legs. I grind against him, so turned on by his closeness, his fervent touch, the constant tease of his fangs grazing my shoulder.

  He slows down and pulls back to meet my eyes. “Are you sure, Gwen?”

  I nod with a smile and ease up my hips so that he can tug my pants down. He drinks in the sight of me in only my panties before he continues and massages his hands into my legs until he reaches my waist to finish undressing me completely.

  I expect him to do the same, but he surprises me by kneeling on the floor between my legs. Goosebumps prickle my skin as he eases my legs open enough to position them on his broad shoulders. I gasp as he pulls me onto his face, drawing his tongue in circles over my clit while holding me in place to stop me from wiggling.

  Pleasure cascades through me, and I clutch his head and moan, his mouth as amazing as I imagined. His sexual experience shows as he continues to taste my body, flicking his tongue just right that I orgasm after only a few minutes, my whole body humming with my release that makes Mikkalo moan and tug me to him to carry me to the shower.

  He undresses completely without letting me down. Warm steam engulfs us, and Mikkalo steps us under the rain shower faucet. I kiss him deeper, feeling his body slip against mine. It would be so easy to enter me, but he doesn’t. He takes his time kissing my throat and exploring my breasts with his fingers as the blood rinses away.

  Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around Mikkalo’s thick girth and stroke him with my hand. He spins me and presses my back into the cool tile wall, his mouth kissing more desperately across my skin. He lets me slip from him to touch my feet to the floor and rests his forehead to my shoulder as I tighten my fingers and stroke the length of his raging boner over and over again. Propping his hand against the wall, he leans into me, kissing me and nipping my bottom lip, moaning deeper until his breath pants with the pleasure I give him.

  “I’m almost ready to cum. Will you bite me when I do?” His breathless moan tickles my skin.

  “You don’t want to bite me?”

  He hums again, his fingers digging into my hips. “Not yet. You first. When I cum.”

  His request comes out breathlessly, his muscles flexing as he tips his head back on the verge of orgasming. His cock pulses in my fingers, and the second he releases a husky moan, I sink my teeth into the tautness of his chest hard enough to make him bleed. He cums all over my stomach, rocking his body with the motion and moaning again as I suck harder while slowing my hand.

  His blood tingles down my throat, and Mikkalo presses me into the wall, breathing heavily into my wet hair. He drags his mouth over my shoulder, grazing his teeth to my skin without puncturing me.

  I can barely stand the anticipation as he holds me by my waist until I manage to pull myself away.

  He meets his mouth to mine. “I’ve never cum so fucking hard. You’re so sexy. So perfect, Gwen. Can I bend you over now?”

  I inhale a small breath. “You really want to bite my ass cheek?”

  He chuckles. “I want to make you orgasm again too.”

  My heart races at his words, and I slowly turn around. He presses his body to mine, nudging me toward the inlaid bench out of the steady stream of water. Sliding his hands around me, he trails them up to my breasts, massaging his fingers over my nipples while kissing my shoulder.

  “Relax,” he whispers. “You can tell me to stop at any time, but trust me. You’re going to enjoy it as much as I do.”

  He maps his hands down my stomach all the way to my pelvis until he touches me between my legs, rubbing circles over my clit to create enough pressure to make me moan. He kisses my shoulder, working his way down my spine, until he kisses my lower back. Parting my legs, he slips a finger inside me from behind, using his other hand to nudge me a bit until I bend over to rest my palms on the bench.

  He kneels behind me and spreads my legs a bit more, sliding his finger in and out of me, touching me in a way that leaves my knees weak. I pant at the building pressure he creates as he uses his other hand to massage my clit. He kisses the line where my leg and ass cheek meet, drawing his tongue over my skin until his mouth takes over for his hands and he tastes me between my legs again. He sucks just hard enough to draw another moan while rolling his tongue to add to the sensation that leaves my body shaking so hard that I find my boobs pressed into the bench as I lie forward.

  Mikkalo hums, adjusting my body to spread my legs more. A dozen different sensations wash over me. He works me over with his lips and tongue until I can’t stop moaning over and over again. My voice echoes through the shower as Mikkalo takes me to the point of release a second time, but he slows down right before I feel like I’m about to explode, bringing his hand back to replace his mouth.

  “Take a breath,” he murmurs, using one hand to squeeze my legs together to slip his finger inside me. It takes only seconds for my muscles to tighten and tingle, my whole body igniting in a wave of ecstasy that makes me scream out from the most intense pleasure that explodes through me.

  I gasp and moan through more excitement zinging through my body, Mikkalo’s lips sucking exactly where he said he wanted to bite me. He draws his hands from me to slide around my legs, holding me up as my body relaxes completely. He only sucks for a moment longer before lifting me up to cradle me in his arms.

  He kisses my throat. “How was it?”

  I rest my cheek to his shoulder. “I want to experience it again.”

  His eyes flash silver. “Yeah?”

  “And again.”

  He
hums breathlessly. “Gwen.”

  “Possibly one more after...if you can handle it. Maybe you can bite me somewhere else new. I’m sure you didn’t get that much to drink. You must be hungry.” I trace my finger across his damp chest, sparkling with steam.

  Shifting me in his arms, he sits on the bench, letting me straddle his lap, his body aroused and ready to continue this wherever I suggest we go. Mikkalo brushes my wet hair from my shoulders to expose my breasts to him.

  “I’m only hungry to experience the rest of you,” he says, his eyes trailing down my body.

  I squeeze my thighs around him. “Is that so?”

  He tightens his fingers to my hips, rolling my body against his. “Everything about you satiates me deep in my soul. Just being close to you fills me up with something unexplainable. I want so desperately to prove that I will do the same for you.”

  I kiss him softly, letting his words sink in. I had no idea how much I wanted to connect with Mikkalo on every level. His cool yet wild intensity reminds me of the part of myself I try to suppress. The powerful part of me that’s nervous about what I can do as a dhampir. But Mikkalo makes me fearless. He encourages me to embrace the fierceness inside me he enjoys.

  A soft tap draws our attention away from each other, and Mikkalo releases a small growl. “We’re busy, Bronx.”

  “One of the leads was solid. I just got visual on one of Gwen’s brothers. If we move now, we can try to intercept the trade,” Bronx says, ignoring Mikkalo’s comment.

  Mikkalo doesn’t hesitate or look to me for what I want to do. Instead, he stands up with me in his arms and shuts off the water. He grabs a giant towel and wraps it around the both of us. The changing room is empty when we leave the shower, and Mikkalo sets me down on a bench to open the closet with some clothes in it for me.

  “Put her in pants,” Bronx calls from the workout area. “She’s coming with us.”

  My eyes widen. “I am?”

  “We’re a team, Gigi,” Jameson calls. “We do things together.”

  “And we’d never leave our girl behind,” Everett adds.