Princess of Seduction (Dracula's Bloodline Book 6)
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I grin at Irina in the mirror as I bend her over the table, her tits swelling as they push against the wood. She parts her lips, my cum still clinging to that pretty mouth, her eyes hungry for more of this.
“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” I press. “You like it rough.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this,” she replies seductively.
“About me using you?” I tease, hoping to anger her. But she only gives me the provocative smile of the seductress.
“Of you being so turned on by me that you come into my mouth as soon as you touch your big cock to it, and then have it all hard for me only a minute afterwards.”
My jaw tightens in defiance of the mindless way I want her, and I pull on the bundle of leather that’s strapped around her wrists.
“I’m not gonna give you cock,” I growl. “Not until you’re so hot for me that you beg me to fuck you, no matter how darkly and dirty.” With that I push two fingers inside her craving, wet, pulsing pussy, taking in air sharply at the feel of her.
I keep my eyes on the vamp’s flustered face as I push my fingers slowly inside, preparing her for my width later. But I didn’t expect her damp hot inside to feel so exquisitely delicious around my fingers, pulsing, squeezing. I watch her horny face in the mirror, her blonde hair bouncing around her head at the repeated push of my hand inside of her, her tits swelling as I press her against the table.
“Oh, yeah, punish me, Lazarus,” she cries, not minding the volume of her voice. Luckily the wind howls outside from the coming storm, covering the sounds of pleasure that now break freely from both of us.
My cock hardens painfully, screaming for her, but I have to refrain until she begs for it. Still, taking her with my hands gives me pleasure, tearing husky moans from me.
Irina doesn’t even try to hold back from expressing her imminent ecstasy. She lifts her chin, exposing her neck to me, her eyes rolling back, but I slow down the rhythm when I feel her clench around my fingers, announcing that she’s close.
“Aw,” she protests, pushing herself against my hand as if to pull me back in. “Please, I need your cock inside of me,” she breathes, her cheeks alight as the first raindrops hit the windowpane, shadows in the form of tears trickling down her face. Her reflection in the mirror seems to be crying with desire and, even though I know it’s a mirage, my whole body reacts to it.
I can’t resist her plea, but I’ll be sure to make her feel me so deep she’ll never forget me. I rip my shirt open because I want to bend over her right after I push my cock inside, feeling her skin against mine, but she hisses with pleasure at the sight of me behind her in the mirror. The sound of that and the look on her face sends desire spreading through my veins like wildfire.
I steady my cock and push the wide crest between the glistening folds of Irina’s pussy.
“I’ll be damned,” I growl as I push inside. It’s been years since my last time with a woman. Even though vampires do generally sport a strong libido, my interest is hard to arouse. As a professor at the university female students chase me, so I guess I’m spoiled for choice that way, but this vamp right here is more than I can handle. I want her so badly the veins swell in my neck.
The deeper I push inside her the more she pushes back to meet me, her tight but slick pussy greedy for me, sucking me in, pulsing, needy. Her fine eyebrows scrunch as she takes in my width, and I know that her pleasure borders on pain. I want to fuck her until she screams my name and begs me to let her cum and then stop, because she can’t take the size of me anymore.
Keeping a hand on the leather bind around her wrists, I slip the thumb of my other hand between her fine, smooth buttocks, and push it inside her pucker. She jolts forward, but I tug on the leather belt, causing her to slide back to meet my cock and my thumb.
“You’re gonna feel me deep and hard.” I pull my cock out and want to plunge in hard, but then I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. A brute using a woman so sexy she should be forbidden. Fuck, I’m taking her like she’s a sex slave. Ever since the night started all I’ve done was think and act like a sexual predator, and now I feel dangerously entitled to take her.
In a moment of lucidity I remember Irina is old and smart, and she just let me fall prey to my primal instincts. She was never at my whims, and I was never the one calling the shots. Right now, she’s only getting what she always wanted, it’s all over her face.
I want to pull out, intending to stop, but it’s too late. I’m completely in her power, and this time I have no doubt she’s using her pheromones on me. I keep pumping, and working her pucker with my thumb, just enough to stimulate her and make her feel me deep and wide. Her toned, lean arms stretch and tense as she comes, closing her eyes, opening her pretty plump mouth and calling out my name.
Pleasure crawls all over my skin, and I lose a moan, even though I was determined not to show the vamp what she’s doing to me. Luckily the rain patters hard against the windowpane, drowning the sounds I make, but I’m sure it can’t fool Irina’s superior vampire senses. I bend over her, putting my chest on her back, my lids falling heavy at the sensation of her our skin touching.
I have to hide my true reason for doing this, namely to feel her close, to become part of her. I bring my wrist to her mouth.
“Here. Your payment.” This will help her become powerful beyond measure, and I can see in the blurry reflection of her eyes that she’s looking forward to it. My skin breaks with a cracking sound under Irina’s fangs that part the cords in my wrist and sink deep.
I clench my jaw as the pain surges along with the blood that spills by the sides of her mouth that’s now locked on the wound she’s just inflicted. It makes a delicious cocktail with the pleasure that her pussy gives me as it clenches and sucks on my cock.
I’ve never felt like this before, and I’m completely out of control. I grab her hip with my free hand, pull my cock out and plunge in real hard, causing the table to break under us.
Irina and I land on the floor, me fucking her from behind like a madman, thrusting with all I got as she drinks my blood. She lets out delicious sounds that spike my pleasure until I empty myself inside her, my feelings pouring out. I pull her up and lead her to the vanity table, watching her reflection close, and meeting her eyes as her mouth is still fixed on my wrist. I’ll be damned. She’s so beautiful.
Irina
I OPEN MY EYES AND look at his reflection in the mirror, his linen shirt open to reveal a broad, finely muscled chest with hair in the right places. God, I love those tattooed forearms emerging from under the sleeves of his shirt that are rolled up to his elbows, and the way his fine sinews move under his skin. He pushes his wrist into my mouth, as if provoking me to take as much as I can.
But for all the bliss of this moment there is one thing that spoils it. I used my pheromones on him at the moment when I felt he was having second thoughts. I did it in order to keep him doing what he was doing because it felt so fucking good. And I craved his blood, my nostrils were flaring at the scent of it.
The young vampire who hates me just released his cum inside of me while I drank his blood. I remember how I turned him years ago, admiring what he has become. I love how those dark locks frame his head, painting the picture of a young, gorgeous poet. Only he’s not mine. He’ll never be mine, and he’ll never have anything but hate for me.
But his blood, his essence, has been created explicitly for me. It flows down my throat like honey, coursing through my body, filling all my cells. A feeling of lightness rises in my stomach, spreading to the rest of my body and giving me the sensation that I’m so light I could fly. A sort of happiness comes with it, but I’m not sure, since I never felt happy before, not in my vampire existence, and much less before.
Lazarus eases out of me, our blurry eyes meeting in the mirror. He stands there for a moment, but then his eyelids fall heavy, he tilts, and he hits the floor.
I jump over to help him—I must have drunk too much. Da
mn it, I never thought about the effect this would have on him. I try to pick him up, thinking maybe his blood made me even stronger than before, but it’s not the case. Lazarus’ body seems to be made of lead, all I can do is drag him to the bed. Without a second thought I bite my own wrist and take it to his mouth, but he pushes it down.
“Never,” he rasps, and it goes like a dagger through my chest. He’s just taken me with a passion that he couldn’t control, but he still doesn’t have anything but hate for me. He won’t even take my blood.
“You need to feed,” I insist. “You lost a lot of blood, you need to regain your strength.”
“Not yours.”
“Fine, not mine.”
CHAPTER III
Lazarus
The first sunrays must be touching the curtains, because my cheeks start to burn. I grab a pillow and cover my face, but then a shadow places itself between me and the windows.
“How are you feeling?” It’s Irina’s low, slightly husky voice. I scrunch my eyelids, keeping them shut, determined not to open them until she’s gone.
“Dirty.”
“I see.”
I’d be lying to say I can’t hear the hurt in her voice. But it’s better this way. I can’t tell her it’s me that I feel ashamed and disgusted with. For having taken advantage of her need for me the way I did. For becoming the monster that I became yesterday and treating her badly.
“I got you blood from the blood bank.”
That tears me from my thoughts. I sit up, my eyes falling on the bags of blood that she put on the bed. One of them is empty. I wipe my mouth with a finger, and discover there’s blood on it.
“What the hell—”
“I administered it to you while you were out. You were too weak to do it yourself.”
“Administered?”
“Basically held your jaw open and poured it down your throat.”
She stands up from the bed, the mattress springing back up flat.
“How are you feeling?” I croak as I reach for a bag of blood. From under my eyebrows I watch her strip of her dark clothing that she must have worn for the blood bank, and slip back into yesterday’s latex red dress. The one I relieved her of and then.... My cock twitches.
“I feel...” She stops, thinking. “Very light. And somehow I have no instinctive fear of sunlight or silver anymore.”
I remember Herald Gruff and the establishment.
“Shit, you’re late, aren’t you.”
“Relax, I used specific hormones on Herald. He’ll be asleep for another few hours.”
“But the sun is already rising.”
“We’re in Berlin, remember? The sun rises here before it does back in Transylvania. It’s only six in the morning.”
“But the goons? If they didn’t hear anything in that cabin all night, maybe they barged in.”
“Herald instructed them specifically not to do that. They expect he held me at the point of a silver knife and had his way with me, threatening that he would send for them if I dared refuse or hurt him.”
I don’t want to display my weakness in front of Irina, but I feel drained, and the thirst is killing me. I open a bag of blood and drink greedily.
“I’m going back to the establishment and entering the same way I came out.”
What if someone sees you, but I can’t stop feeding to say it. She continues as if she heard my thoughts.
“If everything went right last night, they won’t have anything on me, even if I get caught.”
I lower the bag, blood on my parted lips. “Did you... Did you just read my mind?”
She faces me and smiles, now fully dressed. “We can sense each other’s thoughts. It’s normal, between vampires and their Grails, I heard. The connection is weak at first, but if we continue living our lives close to each other, it will grow stronger.”
“That means what? That you can see inside my head?”
“I think it’s only when you direct your thoughts at me with a question, like you did just now. It happened a few times while you were unconscious, too.”
“What questions did I direct at you then?” Don’t think about her rubbing her pussy in your face, just don’t. Fuck.
“Things about my own transformation into a vampire. I guess your subconscious mind was trying to bond in some way with the creature it gave its essence to—your blood.”
“My blood is not my essence.” It comes out angrier than I intended, which prompts Irina to grab her pumps and make for the door like something just burned her.
“I’ll be in touch then.”
“Wait a minute.” I jump from the bed, but I become dizzy and tilt to the side, steadying myself against what remains of the wardrobe. “You can’t go in there alone again. Hell, we don’t even know for sure whether it worked, if you’re really immune against sunlight and silver.”
She smiles, her hand already on the doorknob. “Yes, I do.”
I stare at her and then around the room, babbling, not getting one coherent sentence out. Irina walks over, and when she’s finally standing in front of me, I see it—the kindness behind the make-up. She reaches up and touches my cheek, brushing away a lock of hair, her touch so light I could swear there’s love in it.
“Last night was special to me, Lazarus, I want you to know that.” She licks her plump lips that are now drawn over with red lipstick, as if she’s not sure how to say this, but she goes for it. “And I would like to think it was special to you, too, even if not in the same way it was for me.”
I stare fascinated into those eyes full of longing, and for a moment the woman facing me is a teenager hungry for affection. Or maybe a child. One that hasn’t seen kindness in a long time. A flash burns through my head, hurting me like a strike of lightning—revealing a vision of Irina as a child, sitting dirty and in rags on broken stairs in some third world town, a dog at her naked feet. A big hand fists in her hair and jerks her up, causing the child to whimper and grab the fist on her head, begging her attacker to leave her alone.
Pain shoots through my core. I reach out to stop her, ask her about this, but it’s too late. She’s gone, the door closing behind her.
The connection between us stretches until it rips apart.
Irina
HERALD GRUFF IS STILL sound asleep when I slip through the ventilation hole. I tiptoe around a bit, not knowing what to do with myself. Herald isn’t a stupid man. He had no intention of falling asleep and giving me time alone with my own mind, I used my pheromones combined with a concentration of other chemicals to put him to sleep, and he’ll know it.
I move furniture around, do something with the window to make it look like I tried to escape that way during the night, then pull the curtains tight so that not even the slightest bit of sunlight makes it through. Then I drop on my butt in a corner, feeling the pleasant soreness that Lazarus has left inside me.
The thought of him soothes me in a way that nothing ever did before. What happened last night plays through my head and ripples through my body. The way he took me, vigorously, with a passion that only darkness can awaken. He drove that huge cock inside of me with burning desire. Now he’s ashamed of himself, feeling dirty for having done the most intimate thing in the world with the only person he hates. And it’s my fault. Even though I didn’t use my power of seduction on him from the start, I did do it at the point when I felt he wanted to stop, so it’s all on me.
Herald snores, chokes on it and coughs hard, which shakes his chest and wakes him up. He rubs his puffy drooping eyes and looks around, his eyes adjusting to the shade and finding me in the corner where I’m bracing my knees, only my eyes visible as I stare at him like a hiding child. A grin stretches across his face.
“I’m sorry, I must have dozed off,” he mocks. I don’t reply, and he gets heavily out of bed. “I see you tried to get out,” he says, pointing to the window. “Why not try the door?”
“How stupid do you think I am, to run straight into those creatures’ arms?”
“I don’t care what they are as long as they know how to kill me.” The lightness buzzes all over my body, reminding me of my newly gained immunity against silver and sunlight, but that’s the ace in my sleeve. I keep the mask of fear on, making it look like I’m completely in his hands.
“What’s gonna happen to me now?” I plead like a damsel in distress, still staring at him over my knees like my life depends on him. He likes it, I can see it in the way he stares down on me.
“Now I’m gonna take you to the big people, love. Sadly, I’m not the one who decides what to do with you.” He goes to the bathroom, turning on the water. He gets back soon, after washing his face. He really needs a shower but, as a vampire, you don’t care about these things, you’re not very particular about your meal as long as it’s human. Human is always delicious, nutritious, and my nostrils flare at the scent of his blood because I’m thirsty as hell. I only realize it now because of the adrenaline.
In all the heat of last night I forgot to feed. Lazarus’ blood fed my cells and changed them, upgrading them, making me an improved version of myself, but the upgrading only makes me hungrier than ever.
I should have taken a few bags of blood for myself from the blood bank, but then again, we only take as much as we need, because people depend on that blood for transfusions.
I think of Lazarus, taking strength from the thought of him. It puts butterflies in my stomach, but they collapse again painfully when I remember that I’m locked in his hate zone. What I wouldn’t do for the friend zone at least. That way he wouldn’t feel as dirty and sick at having been intimate with me. I can still taste both his cum and his blood in my mouth, and that’s what gives me strength to go through with this. It’s not the power that he put in my veins by giving me his blood, but the physical intimacy that I’d been craving for so long.