Princess of Seduction (Dracula's Bloodline Book 6)

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by Ana Calin


  “You think this could be the same kind of thing?”

  “There could be other kinds of vampires, yes, the Hidden World is complex. Some supernatural creatures have been around for even longer than humans, so anything is possible, all kinds of mutations, combinations, hybrid species.”

  A chill runs down my spine.

  “Hybrids can be nasty, I heard one or two things about them.”

  “We need a plan, Lazarus, and we need it fast.” She crosses and uncrosses her legs, her shiny red miniskirt hugging the top of her naturally tanned thigh. Damn, how could Radek resist this woman? I’m supposed to hate her guts, and I still don’t think I could resist if she stroked my thigh with that delicate little foot of hers, sliding her smooth calf against my leg.

  She bends forward, and my muscles flex because I think she’s just bending to be closer to me. But what she does is pour herself another drink, then she cradles it between her hands.

  “I’ll go back to the establishment. I have to be there when Herald wakes up in the morning. He’ll think I didn’t escape during the night because I was afraid of the supernatural goons outside.”

  I shake my head no. “The first thing he’ll do is pull open the blinds on you, threaten you with daylight to force you to sleep with him. He could even kill you.”

  “Not if, in the meanwhile, I become immune to sunlight and silver.”

  I frown. “And how do you propose to do that?”

  “Lazarus, listen.” She bends in closer. Her golden hair tumbles in silky locks over her shoulders, her gaze darkening like thunderclouds. Desire stirs in my groin. Fuck, I’m weaker than the Prince of Midnight ever was. To think that I used to presume to Juliet years ago, professing my love and how I would never fall for another woman the way Radek allegedly had. In truth Radek had never touched Irina, he’d never even wanted her despite all her efforts, while I’m putty in her hands after just two days.

  “All those years ago,” she says in a quiet, intimate voice, her sweet breath touching my face as she speaks, “when I jumped you with all the others, when—”

  “This isn’t the time to talk about that,” I block.

  “Please, just listen, it’s important.”

  I frown and lean in closer, even though reluctantly.

  “I know these are terrible memories to you, and I regret what happened on one hand, but—”

  “But you’d do it all over again, wouldn’t you?”

  “You might just have a good chance at revenge tonight, will you just listen?”

  Revenge. My first idea is to grab her hair, tug her head back and push my cock right down that pretty throat of hers, make her choke on me the way I choked from loss of air while she drained me of blood, but I manage to get it out of my head in time.

  “I’m not gonna go into justifications about how I was acting under Victoria’s orders at the time, I know what happened was on me. But your blood was special to me, Lazarus. That’s why I couldn’t stop. That’s why I went on and on while the others stuck their fangs in you in every available spot.”

  My teeth crunch. “Is that supposed to make me feel better? Knowing that my blood was special to you?”

  “No, but that fact holds a whole lot of meaning.” She bends even closer, and my nostrils flare. The proximity of her skin, her scent. I want to take her, roughly. “You know how Dracula had been searching for his Grail for years, and none of us really knew what this Grail was until, well, until Ruxandra walked right into his trap and travelled over to the Bran castle, in Transylvania. That’s when things started to make sense. Dracula had been keeping the story of Grails hidden from most vampires, in order to prevent them from becoming invincible before he did. If each and every one would find their Grail, then they would have been able to walk the surface world in the daylight, and it wouldn’t have been long until vampires wiped out humans. All hell would have broken loose.

  “So he kept this secret among a select few. I became one of those select few late in the game, but when I learned, I realized what your blood had done to me back on that fated night—it had made me immune to silver and sunlight. I felt invincible for months.”

  The blood races inside of me, and she knows it. She licks her lips and looks down as she continues.

  “I didn’t know what was happening, but the first taste I got of you was like a shot of heroin. I became high on you, Lazarus, and I couldn’t stop. But please believe me, if it hadn’t been like that, the other vampires would have torn you apart. You wouldn’t have survived that night if I hadn’t gotten them off of you to have more for myself.”

  “What you and your friends did to me was slaughter,” I hiss.

  “It was orders.”

  There’s a bang in my ears before I even realize I’ve sent the table between us flying across the room, and splintering against the wall.

  “And now I’m a monster, too,” I growl, my limbs shaking with fury. I could tear apart three vampires right now, and I should be wanting to do the same to Irina, but when I see her sitting there...

  “You became a vampire, but never a monster,” she says softly as if to remind me of who I am. “You helped Juliet escape, you moved with her to Berlin and assisted in all her goals. You protected her and her sister, and you only fed on donated blood.”

  She gets up and walks to me. Without her high heels she could fit under my arm, not because she’s small, but because I’m way over the average tall. Her gaze is sexy as ever, but still this is a new layer of her, one hiding behind the mask of the bad girl that she had been displaying.

  “Do you still have feelings for Juliet?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “You were deeply in love with her when Radek and I came to Berlin, five years after he and Juliet had broken up.”

  “I’d gotten used to the idea that she would never want me by then.” I actually still held some hope until Juliet and Radek’s almost-porn-show in a rooftop bar made headlines, but I won’t get into the details of it now.

  “And Isolde? You never entertained the idea of starting something with her?”

  “You’re crossing all lines of common sense,” I say under my breath, looking daggers at her. My fists ball by my side, but I’m not sure how much of that is outrage. Not with all the things her proximity is doing to me.

  “This is a special moment, Lazarus,” she says softly, studying my face. “You and I, opening up to each other. We’re not even friends, but we share a bond. I turned you into what you are, there’s no breaking that. So let me share something with you.”

  She steps closer, raising her chin, and gazing directly into my face, letting me read the truth as she speaks. “You were the only man I ever wanted besides Radek. I didn’t want to admit it even to myself for a long while, but it’s the truth. You were in love with the same woman that Radek loved, and I can’t begin to tell you how much that hurt.” She looks down at herself, spreading out her arms. “All this, all that I had become ever since being turned into a vampire, it was all useless when it came to getting the attention of the men I wanted. Transformation gave me beauty and the power to direct my pheromones to men, but it didn’t get me anywhere with those that mattered.”

  I’m burning inside, wanting all sorts of contradictory things. Like kissing her and sinking my fangs into her lower lip.

  “You were the only man I masturbated to besides Radek.” Her whisper is charged with secret, catlike gaze meeting mine, and my breath catches. “I’d never wanted a man the way I wanted Radek until I met you. Remember the day I offered you a blowjob in the car in exchange for a little of your blood?”

  “How could I forget.”

  “I packed it as a joke, but I would have really done it. I was depressed because of Radek, and your blood would have worked like a drug. It would have been a fix. But you refused, and I settled for self-pleasure in the privacy of my room, fantasizing about you.”

  I walk away from her, pacing the room like a lion, angry at the way my cock re
acts to her words, to the look in her eyes, to the scent of her, to her essence.

  “Let me see if I get this straight,” I growl. “Me having renounced my revenge for what you did to me isn’t enough, you want me to let you stick your fangs into my throat, is that right? So you can become immune to silver and sunlight.”

  “Yes. But it’s not for my own selfish good, it’s for the mission.”

  “How convenient.”

  “Lazarus.” She grabs my hand, and current runs from her cold skin through mine. I tear my hand away.

  “Don’t you dare use your pheromones on me,” I snarl.

  “I’m not.”

  “Then why the fuck—” do I feel the way I do when you touch me.

  “I swear that I’m being as honest as it gets. But if you don’t do it, I’ll have to go back there the same vampire that I was when you picked me up. There will be one of me and more of them, and I’ll be completely at their mercy.”

  “We can let Lord Dracula know, he can send backup.”

  “That would be a dead-end for this mission, because we won’t get any further. If I don’t return to the establishment they’ll cover all their tracks. By the time Dracula’s back-up gets here, they’ll have packed up and left.” She wets her lips. “Listen, Dracula sent us here to get to the bottom of this, find out who else has the secret to human immortality, and how they’re using it. And that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

  I stare at her as she searches my eyes, hating that she’s right. I’m gonna have to relive what happened two decades ago, won’t I?

  “Argh.” I punch the wardrobe, the wood disintegrating in front of us. I lean with both hands to the sides of the wardrobe, hearing Irina’s light steps behind me. She touches the sides of my back gently, trying to keep the pressure of her hands away from my skin, but the feel of them passes through the linen shirt, reaching my body and starting a fire inside me.

  “I know the memory of your transformation is a nightmare to you,” she says softly. “But I wouldn’t ask this of you if it weren’t the only way to do this.”

  She’s too close now, resting her cheek on my back, warming me through the linen.

  “Besides,” she whispers. “I’ll do anything you need to make this bearable to you. No matter what you ask of me, I’ll do it.”

  No matter what I ask of her. The words raise a forbidden feeling in my stomach, and a movie starts to play in my head. My fist in Irina’s hair as I drive my big cock inside of her, watching her face scrunch in pleasure and pain. The wind howls outside, piercing the night, papers rustling on the empty streets.

  It’s a dark November night, and a storm gathers in the sky. Dark thoughts whirl in my head along with the thunderclouds, a deep, beastly part of me surfacing with desires so dark I don’t even recognize myself. Irina’s presence, what she’s asking from me and the unavoidability of it all gives me a sense of foreboding. I will give her what she wants only if she’ll accept the punishment.

  I turn to her. The moment our eyes meet, I know she recognizes the darkness in mine.

  “Lazarus,” she whispers, understanding what’s coming at her.

  “What happens tonight between us will give you powers beyond measure,” I say, allowing the closeness between her and I without backing up an inch. “My blood will act like a drug on you, and you’ll be high as a kite, so maybe it won’t be so hard to put up with what I’m gonna do to you.”

  “I—”

  “The first time this happened, you were ravenous. You could have killed me, and it wouldn’t have mattered. Now it’s my turn to do bad things to you.”

  Now that’s something that makes her step back. “What kind of bad things?”

  “What’s the matter, Irina? Afraid of a taste of your own poison?”

  I grin with all the darkness that swirls inside me. “I want your body, Princess of Seduction. I want you to satisfy my most forbidden desires.”

  Her eyes narrow like she’s about to scratch me. “You want to use me like a whore?”

  “You could say that.” I walk around her, checking her out from head to toe.

  Irina swirls around and slaps me hard. She’s strong, and it takes some tensing to keep my head still. It’s like she slapped a statue, but I can feel the burn on my cheek.

  “You think you know me?” she hisses. “You never asked how and why I became what I am, but you’re judging.”

  “Look at that, the cat is angry at the prospect of being used. But don’t worry. I won’t be doing anything against your will. You want your fix of my blood? This is what you’ll have to do for it.” I unbuckle my jeans, grabbing my erection and pulling it out for her to see.

  I can tell that she’s trying hard to keep her furious eyes on my face, but she can’t help but drop them to my cock. My lips pull in a smug grin. I’ve had doubts about myself in my human life, and I’ve taken many of them into my vampire existence, but this I’ve always known—I’m big.

  “It might be a challenge to take me in at first, or so experience has taught me. How do you prefer your cocks, by the way? Big, or easier to handle?”

  I expect her to lash out at me, and it’s partly what I want. But Irina keeps her eyes down to my shaft while I’m stroking it slowly. It grows even bigger and harder under her gaze, hunger glinting in her irises. She licks her plump lips, staring down as if she can’t look away.

  “All right,” she says. “I offered to suck you off years ago, I might as well do it now.”

  She lifts her gaze, slowly pushing the latex red dress off her shoulders.

  “How do you want me,” she says provocatively, as if she’s daring me to use her like I professed I would. The dress falls at her feet, revealing those round, mouthwatering breasts that would raise even a dead man’s cock, firm in a red lace push-up bra.

  Her eyes lock on mine as she reaches behind herself and unclasps the bra, then slips out of her panties. I squeeze my cock harder as I stare at her standing in her naked perfection in front of me, only a pair of black mid-thigh net stockings that she wasn’t wearing when she danced for Herald still covering her toned legs.

  Fuck me, the way that sweet pink pussy glistens. The sight of my engorged cock was enough to turn her on, or was it the dirty talk? I stroke myself harder, faster, staring at her nakedness like I own her. I’m gonna feel like shit in the morning for giving in to these desires, but right now I’m losing control of the dark beast emerging from the depths of my psyche. It growls and demands to have this woman. To bend her to its will.

  I remember her offer from years ago, and imagine what it would have felt like to slip into the passenger seat, to whip my cock out, grab her by the back of her neck and push her face into my lap. Then bending her over the hood, driving my cock inside her glistening, perfectly shaved pink pussy.

  “On your knees,” I command, my face burning. I’m so horny I think my cock is gonna blow up. She does as told, slowly, looking up at me with so much provocation in those seductress blue eyes that I want to teach her a lesson. The idea alone turns me on.

  “Open your mouth, but don’t go down on my cock. Wait until I push it in your mouth.”

  I’m gonna take her shamelessly, own her like I’m her master. I step close to her mouth, looking down at those perky, round tits. I’m gonna make them quiver as I fuck her mouth deep and hard.

  But what I do first is reach to the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of that rich hair and touching the tip of my cock to that plump rosy mouth. She stares up at me, her eyelids fluttering the moment the wide crest of my cock touches her soft lower lip. I lose a growl and furrow my brows as my cum pours out. It’s been too long, and having this wicked woman on her knees in front of me, my hand fisted in her hair, it’s too much to bear. To humiliate her, I push my cock into her mouth and fill it with my cum.

  “Here’s a foretaste of your drug,” I hiss through my teeth as I push in and out of her mouth, her eyes tearing at how big I am. I fill her mouth, my cum beading at the cor
ners. She makes to put her hands on my thighs and steady herself against my hold on her hair, but I get a wicked idea.

  “No, don’t touch me.” I empty myself in her mouth. “That’s it, swallow it all, vamp.”

  Her eyelids hood her eyes, and she loses a muffled moan against my shaft. I’ll be damned, the cat vamp likes this. I watch her tits shake as I push in and out, keeping her in place with a firm hand on her head. I expect to see some kind of unease when I pull out, but what she does is smile widely as if she’s having the time of her life.

  “That’s it, Lazarus, take me like you own me.”

  I thought cumming into her mouth would ease the tension in my balls, but the desire for this woman only grows stronger, burning out of control.

  “Stay there,” I say gruffly, and head over to my still unopened suitcase by the splintered wardrobe, my cock still sticking out of my fly, glistening in the moonlight from the wetness of Irina’s mouth.

  I unzip the suitcase and sift through neatly folded clothes until I get to the belts, all the while holding the sexy vamp’s gaze. The vamp who turned me into one of her own twenty years ago, with the actual intention of sucking me dry and leaving me for dead. The vamp whose mouth I fucked like a demon just a minute ago, and for whom my cock engorges to full size again only seconds after I’ve cum down her throat.

  I grab a leather belt and come back to my feet, winding it around my fists and tugging, causing it to make a snapping sound.

  “What are you gonna do with that?” The vamp provokes in a sexy voice that’s full of desire. She wants me as much as I want her. God, I want this woman, I crave her in a dark, dirty, forbidden, bad way.

  I walk to her, watching her chest rise and fall as she looks up at me in expectation. I get behind her and tie her wrists together with the belt, all my senses spiked to pick up the rush of blood in her veins. I help her up and lead her across the room, lifting the round table in stride and planting it in front of the mirror at the vanity table. Normal mirrors don’t reflect vampires, but Radek, the Prince of Midnight and master of mirrors, gave us a solution for mirrors to ensure that creatures like him can’t transport themselves to where we are by using powers such as his. The solution solidifies the glass in such a way that light works differently on it, and it reflects vampires, even though only blurry.

 

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