by C. D. Gorri
Carina stood up then and walked towards my blood brother and my oldest servant. Ivan backed up, but she was too fast, even for a normal. Still, I couldn’t stop my hiss as she hugged her cousin briefly and wiped the tears from her eyes.
“I’m not an orphan now,” she laughed and Ivan smiled too.
“This is great and all, but I think our Knyaz is holding on by a thread. Come on,” Klaus nodded and pulled Ivan out the door before closing it.
And not a moment too soon. Carina turned to face me. The bittersweet joy that had shined in her eyes a moment ago was replaced by something else. A desperate need that was echoed deep within me.
Epilogue
Aleksei
“Carina,” I whispered her name as my rising hunger for her grew to unbearable heights.
She stepped forward slowly. Too slowly. I sprinted across the remaining space. Overkill? Maybe, but fuck if I cared. We came together like waves crashing against the sand, and I never knew a more perfect feeling than that of having her in my arms.
Slow down! I cursed myself for my impatience, but I needed her. My body worked as if of its own free will and within seconds we were both naked and panting. She was my mate. My blood song. My Chosen. I never wanted anyone like I wanted her and I always would. That was my vow. My sacred promise to her.
Parting her slick sex with my fingers, I dipped inside, allowing her wet heat to coat them as I pushed inside her. Fuck, she was so hot, so tight. I needed to have her in my mouth. Falling to the floor, I didn’t bother heading for the wall or bed. I needed her now. She clutched at my shoulders while I lifted one leg up and over and nuzzled her pussy with my lips.
Then with long, hard licks I lapped at her core. Tasting her cocoa butter caramel sweetness and swallowing her down. She fell apart with my name on her lips and I was there to catch her even as she lost control of her body and her legs buckled beneath her.
“Oh Alek,” she moaned as I settled us both on the mattress.
“Need you, Carina” I grunted as I drove deeply inside her tight body.
“Yes,” she nodded and pulled on my neck until our lips melded together in one of those inferno-hot kisses she loved to give me.
I’d never known anything like it, and I never would again. I locked my arms to hold most of my weight off her, but she was having none of that. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in deeper.
“No holding back,” she said.
“Moya krov’ pesnya,” I growled against her lips.
Words were nothing compared to how I felt with her walls stretched tight around my sex. She gripped me perfectly. Lifted her hips and rocked against my thrusts in a rhythm as old as time itself. And yet it was new and different, a symphony of our own making, my blood song.
Fangs descended, I tried so hard to resist the need, but Carina grabbed my face. Every wiggle and move had me seeing stars, I wanted her so fucking much. I set the pace, controlled the act as much as I could with her matching me every step of the way. But didn’t that just make it sweeter? She was wildly dominant and submissive at the same time. So fucking beautiful in her passion. Clawing my back and making my heart beat for her alone.
“Now, Alek, now. Now!” she tuned her head and I knew what she wanted, knew what was coming that I could not deny.
That burning, stinging thirst clawed at my throat even as bliss began to pulse, starting with my cock and racing throughout my body. This time would be different. This time when I pierced her skin she would feel only pleasure, not pain.
“Come for me, Carina, come now and I will give you my bite, tying you to me for all eternity,” I commanded, and she opened her mouth in a silent scream as waves of ecstasy washed over her.
Each ripple of her pussy caressed my cock, and I could not wait another second. Rearing back, I struck. My own orgasm held me as I took delicious pulls from her neck, and I felt her sex squeeze even tighter around mine as I rocketed into pure ecstasy while I drank from my Chosen.
“Drink from me, sweet. Be mine in every way,” I growled and bit into my wrist, holding it to her lips.
The scent of spicy caramel filled my nostrils as she closed her mouth over the incisions I’d made. I felt her thirst building inside of her for the dark red, life-sustaining fluid that was my blood and it was incredible. Carina growled against my skin and our mind-sharing abilities seemed to increase. It was like I was feeling what she was experiencing. The changes were sharp and fast, and as I rocked into her sex, another orgasm exploded between us.
“Yes, drink, krov' moyey krovi,” I growled and noticed my accent became thicker as my cock continued to pump deep inside of her slick heat, “Blood of my blood.”
I bent my head and pressed my lips to her neck, sucking down the spicy sweet blood that was sweeter than wine and swallowing it deep inside of me. Doubling my efforts, moving with lightning speed, I took her harder, faster, driving deeper and deeper into her slick heat. It was like tasting heaven for the first time.
She sucked harder, needing more from me, and I gave it willingly. Lifting her hips so she could wrap her legs tightly around my waist. That angle allowed me to fill her even more completely. She suckled me like a babe, drinking my blood even as I still tasted her own sweet, spicy essence on my lips.
“I am yours, Carina, and you are mine. My blood song. My Chosen. Here, now, and forevermore.”
“Yes,” she repeated the vow, “I am yours, Aleksei Delov, and you are mine. Here, now, and forevermore.”
“Moya krov’ pesnya,” I nuzzled her cheek as tiny aftershocks of bliss raced through my body and hers.
Our bond, our connection pulsed around us in lights of dazzling blues and golds and I never felt so complete. Our future, whatever it would bring, would involve the two of us together.
Our bedroom echoed with the sounds of our hearts beating in time, and for the first time in forever contentment settled over me.
“Moya krov’ pesnya,” she said, breaking the silence.
Carina kissed my lips hard. Her whiskey-colored eyes burned bright, and I knew in my heart the change would take. She was my heart, my life, the blood in my veins.
“I love you, Carina,” I said and knew then that this woman owned me body, heart and soul, and even more astonishing, I was proud of that fact. Reveled in it.
“I love you too, Alek,” she said, and my heart swelled with pleasure and pride.
“When did you know?”
“That night in the alley,” she replied, “when you lied about the Ouroboros Society.”
“The ideology is real.”
“Mmm hmm. Why don’t you come back here, and I will show you something real?”
Carina smiled slyly and I was a goner. I always would be where she was concerned. Whatever my mate wanted, she would have. Thank fuck what she wanted was me.
“Show me,” I growled before I crushed my mouth against hers.
Nothing compared to kissing Carina. It was a sentiment I would have often. I was sure. Then a word entered my mind, and I knew with a grin it had come from her. And how right she was.
Mine.
The end.
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