by Wyatt, Dani
Knowing I’m the only one that will ever have this with her turns my grimace to a devious smile, and a gush of fresh warmth flows down my cock, easing my way as I retreat an inch only to buck forward, pumping more of me inside her, relentlessly opening her to what is about to happen.
She loosens up as I work in and out, her own liquid pleasure slicking my path as our bodies move and flow together. Her hard nipples rasp against my chest, the painful twist in her lips giving way to a ravenous kiss as I start to test how deep I can go inside her tiny body.
“God, you feel so good,” I choke out. “It’s mine forever. You’re mine forever.”
I bring my face down to suck a hard, pink nipple into my mouth as her hips rise up and take more of me. Riding her harder and harder still, I devour one side then the other as her hands move to my lower back, pulling me deeper until I’m buried to the balls, exploring every inch of her with my cock and knowing very soon, it will be my cum that seeks out the parts my dick can’t reach, binding her to me for all time.
The sensation is beyond anything I could have imagined. Her virgin walls taking my virgin cock has me on the edge of blacking out, it feels so fucking good. Warm, soft, wet...but those are just the physical sensations.
It’s what I’m feeling in other places. My heart. My soul. I’m giving them to her right now. They are no longer mine.
She was made for me, and I for her, and not a day will pass from now until eternity that I won’t be coating her, either inside or out, with my cum.
Her face shows she’s still struggling to accommodate all of what I’m giving her, but I know soon enough she will feel as good as I do.
“It hurts. It’s so big.” She groans the words, but her body betrays her, hips lurching upward as I draw back against the vise of her opening, still insanely tight, and I know it will take time before I can slide into her without discomfort.
But as I break her in, she softens, and we move with each other, her eyes filling with lust as her lips start to beg me for relief, matching my own need like a constricting band around my chest.
I pump faster, faster, until she’s screaming my name and swearing like a drunken sailor, her hands pulling my ass forward as her head thrashes on the pillow, twisting impossibly, whipping back and forth. A second later, her walls pulse around my swollen cock and she arches upward, her ankles locking below my ass as she cums, her walls pulsing, trying to suck out the seed that is ready to spill into her.
“You saved this sweet pussy for me. You kept it safe, just for me. Now it’s my job to protect it. To protect you. And this cock belongs to you now. It’s your job to take care of it. When it needs you, you’ll be there, won’t you, Seleme? You’ll never deny me. I’ve waited for you my entire life, and now I can’t live without you. I won't.”
“Yes,” she moans as I hold her tight, thrusting deep, my own release building to a point of no return. Her eyes meet mine and her walls tighten, release, tighten again. “I want it,” she cries. “I want you to cum inside of me. I need it.”
The dreams of taking her raw and unprotected come true. My hot seed leaves me in searing jets as I roar and release everything I’ve been holding back since the moment I saw her for the first time.
As she clings to me, I hold her tight and fill her small body completely, and she lets out a moan of contentment while my balls spurt hot cum deep into her ripe womb.
And suddenly, I realize I’ve never known true happiness. True joy. I want to freeze this moment and live in it forever, her heart beating against mine, our bodies as close as two people can be, her virgin blood spilled on the sheets below us.
Eternity could never be long enough for me. I’ll never get enough of her.
Eleven
Seleme
“IT’S NOT UP FOR NEGOTIATION.” Maxim’s dark eyes leave no room for retort.
Terror grips my throat, knowing what I’m about to do will put us all in danger but realizing there’s no possible way I can go through with the marriage.
Not after what Maxim and I just did.
What we shared.
I swallow hard, the ache between my legs reminding me with every move what I’ve done. Maxim’s seed soaks my underwear, my outer clothing torn to rags so I wear his white dress shirt, my torn skirt held up by his belt, as we head down the stairs toward the front door on our way to the mansion, where we’ll try to explain to my parents and the Messinas that there will be no wedding tonight. Come what may, I will be with Maxim. I’m bound to him. I feel it, down deep in my soul.
And I will do whatever it takes to protect my family from harm, but I won’t marry as expected.
I feel my power building. Should I try to explain to Maxim that the woman he loves may, after midnight tonight, become a bloodthirsty vampire unable to control her bloodlust?
Uh, yeah, that’s sort of only fair.
That thought knots my belly, because what if he can’t handle that part of me? What if I can’t handle that part of me? What if, after all this, he is repulsed by what I am?
What if I kill him to satisfy my thirst?
I thought of telling him after we’d made love for the third time and some oxygen returned to my brain.
But I just couldn’t. How can I? What are the right words?
My heart thunders in my chest, the anxiety building, not just because I’m about to refuse to give myself to Alberto Messina and bring the wrath of the most militant vampire clan down upon my whole family, but because even if we survive I could very well lose Maxim simply because of who I am.
What I am.
A hot flush covers me as I think of all the ways Maxim touched me, and I know that whatever happens in the next few minutes, it was worth it. It’s more than just the physical pleasure, intense as it was. I bonded with him tonight in ways I never imagined. The very idea of giving myself to someone else now is a knife to my heart. It’s impossible to contemplate.
Feelings I didn’t know were possible exploded from me as we made love, and I am not the same woman that came through his door less than ninety minutes ago.
“Let’s go.”
Maxim thinks we are just going to talk to my father. After telling him I knew about his record, he insisted on going home with me and setting things straight. If that was the only issue, I know he could make my father see sense. The honesty that pulses under Maxim’s skin is impossible to ignore. If only that was all.
I feel both more alive and more afraid for the future than I’ve ever been as we step into the outside air which I know is near freezing, but I no longer feel the chill as he ushers me to his car, opening the door and buckling me in making me giggle under my breath.
Whatever happens in the next few minutes, it’s going to change everything. The need for a seatbelt fading and part of me wants to rail against the pointlessness for such a short journey, but at the same time I feel a warmth of security from Maxim’s protectiveness. Knowing he cares about my safety makes me feel loved. I wonder if that will change when he knows...
“Ready, baby?” His face is next to mine, and I turn and give him a quick kiss never realizing how having someone call me that could make me feel so...precious.
“As ready as I can be.”
He smiles and closes the door, oblivious to the depth of my statement. The dash reads 11:45 P.M., and in another world I would be giving myself to a stranger for all of eternity right now, trading my own happiness for the security of the Messina family's continued protection.
Instead, I’m putting us all in harm’s way for my own selfish desires.
As we glide down the driveway and stop at the gate to my family’s estate, Maxim rolls his window down and punches in the code, and the heavy iron swings away.
I stare, and he looks over at me, tipping his head. “I was prepared to do what was necessary to get to you, Seleme. Forgive me, but I had Dimitri text me the security code to your gate. It was on my phone when I checked it before we left. I was coming for you tonight, one way or the other.”<
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I reach out and rest my hand on his arm. “Maxim...” The words catch in my throat, but I force them forward. “I don’t care about that. There’s something you need to know.”
As he eases the sedan forward, I see the candlelight inside the mansion warming the windows with a soft blue glow, a color used in vampire society to welcome honored guests and promise safety.
They’re here.
It’s happening.
I can’t let him walk into an ambush.
“I didn’t tell you everything.”
He looks over, and the tension knots inside of me.
“Really?” His brow tightens. “There’s more than you just marrying someone before midnight?”
“Yes. Something that might change everything. Will change me, and it frightens me to think how you might react. But you deserve to know before we go inside.”
Maxim parks and turns off the engine, then turns to look me squarely in the eye. “I want to know everything about you, Seleme. But nothing is going to change the way I feel. I never want you to think you can’t tell me anything.”
A chill rips through me as he reaches for my hand, and the scent of him changes. It’s his blood I smell now, and my mouth begins to water. The truth I see in his eyes gives me some comfort, but in the next thirty seconds, that all could change.
I’m salivating. A low growl vibrates inside me.
“I’m not like the other girls,” I say, willing him to understand the reality behind the vague words. “I’m not like most people.”
He nods, arching an eyebrow. “Clearly. Tell me something I don’t know.”
My mind scrambles, trying to find the words that will make it all okay, but finally I decide they don’t exist, and the truth spills out.
“I’m a vampire.”
Those three words hang in the air between us, and they would sound ridiculous if not for the tears brimming in my eyes. I can hear Maxim’s heart rate increase as his eyes narrow and he takes a moment to absorb the meaning.
The truth of what I’m telling him.
His silence urges me on. “After tonight, I’ll turn completely. My mother is...I mean she was human, when I was conceived. She was turned afterwards, and at that point she gained all of the vampire strengths. Their glamor, their power, their slower ageing. My father...my father was born a vampire, almost eight hundred years ago. At midnight tonight, I’m not just supposed get married. That’s a part of it, but it’s more. It was to be a union of two families as I come of age and become everything I’m supposed to be. This marriage was the price to be paid for protection, for all of us, past, present and future. You see, there was a prophecy a long time ago, and I’m a part of it. A lot of other vampire families want me dead. They think I’ll be too powerful once I’m a full vampire. I can feel myself changing already. The human in me is weakening, and my vampire is taking control.” I do my best to control the quiver in my voice, but the sincerity is there. There isn’t a hint of humor, and I let out a long breath, relieved to have the truth out of me. “I’m a vampire. This isn’t a joke.”
Maxim looks at the house then back to me. “I shouldn’t believe you, but I do. Explains some things, too.”
“You believe me?” My incredulous reply makes him smile.
“Before tonight, before I fucked you, I told you, you made me believe in things I never did before. I meant that shit.” He chuckles, then finishes, “I didn’t mean it literally at the time, or I didn’t think I did, but I guess you called me on it, and the cards are right there on the table. I gotta say, I have about a thousand questions, but I do believe you. None of that changes us, Seleme. You’re mine — bloodsucker or not, you belong to me now. I know that more than I know anything.”
I blink back tears, my arms closing around my middle feeling the warmth leaving my body. “I know you were watching me, but you should know I was watching you, too. In a different way. From the day you moved in, I felt you. I didn’t know what it meant at the time. I thought it was just the changes that were happening inside of me, but now I know. I love you.”
The three words slip out, and the silence inside the car is so loud I’m sure I’ve just ruined everything.
“I love you too, Seleme. I have since the moment I saw you. I didn’t believe in love.” He lets out another laugh, deep and full of irony. “Or vampires. But now I believe in both. I may be mortal, but you make me feel I’m going to live forever.”
Before I can answer, the car is surrounded by white doves. Nearly twenty swirl and fly around as the car and we both watch then look at each other.
Maxim finally speaks. “What the fuck was that?”
I shake my head. “I’m not sure. My world is strange, but I don’t know what the doves are about. We’ve been finding them dead on the front doorstep, now this.”
They fly in a circle around the car then seem to flutter in place for a moment before disappearing into the sky leaving us wide eyed and shaking our heads.
“Those aren’t doves.” Maxim finally speaks. “They’re love birds.”
I shrug. “I’m sorry I don’t know what it means. I’ll ask my friend Anna when I see her, she might know...”
Maxim clears his throat then asks. “Tell me about this other family, what I need to know.”
“This other family, the Messinas, they are strong. Compared to them, my father is nothing. They could crush him without a second thought. They won’t be happy about what we’re going to tell them, and part of me wishes we could just run away together right now and never face them. But if I don’t go in, and midnight comes and goes, I don’t know what they will do to my mother and father.”
“Well, what does ‘not happy’ mean, exactly?”
“I’m not sure. They’re powerful and scary. Imagine every evil vampire stereotype you’ve ever heard, and then add on an extra layer of sinister and you’ll be somewhere close. It's like...paying the mob to keep your bar or business safe. They are the protectors, but they are also the threat.”
“Okay. I can’t say I know exactly how to approach this, but we’re going to try to be civilized and see what happens. In the end, you’re leaving with me, that’s all I know. Come what may.”
He reaches over and cups my cheek, and it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to jump into his lap and cling to him like a child. He seems so calm in the face of such absurdity, and I want to borrow just a fraction of that confidence.
“Now, let’s go inside. We’ve got business to tend to.”
The chill chases me as we approach the front door and it opens on its own, drawing a humorless chuckle from Maxim.
“Yeah, there are some strange things in my world.”
“I’ll adjust,” he says, his eyes darting around the foyer as he closes the door behind us.
“You’re late.” My father wanders over from his study. “Your clothes are a mess. And you’ve brought a guest.”
He eyes Maxim, then me, with wide eyes, running his tongue across his teeth, his sharp incisors more pronounced than usual. He’s losing some control, which is a sign not only of how much he needs to feed, but of how nervous he’s feeling right now.
“Sir.” Maxim steps forward, placing himself in front of me as he extends his hand, but my father only eyes him icily. “Seleme’s told me what she was going to do here tonight. And, just so everyone is clear straight up, it’s not happening.”
I hold my breath as my father silently regards Maxim, then I catch the sound of others as my mother, Alberto, his father, Michael, and two other Messinas step out from the study. Despite his confidence, I sense Maxim recoil from the sight of them, their long, gaunt faces like paper in the blue candlelight.
“What’s this?” Michael glides forward as my mother tries to step back, but one of the two Messina bodyguards has his hand at the back of her neck, and there is fear in her eyes.
“Nothing,” my father snaps, his eyes not leaving Maxim. “Our guest is leaving.”
Michael glances at the gra
ndfather clock on the opposite wall of the foyer, an exact replica of the one in my dollhouse upstairs. “Are you sure? Because I could swear this seems like a problem.” It is only a few minutes before midnight, and the tension in the room is stifling.
He’s older than my father, though there’s not much between them. But the Messinas pride themselves on having never bred with humans in living memory. Their blood is purer than many vampires, and it shows not only in the predatory essence that seems to surround them, and their terrifying physical strength, but also in their faces. Gaunt they may be, but eerily young. Michael could pass for early thirties, easily. In a lot of ways, he looks younger than Maxim.
“No,” my father answers. “No problem. Seleme is here.”
“Yes, actually,” Maxim barks back. “Sorry, but there is a problem if you think Seleme is here to do what you planned. Plans have changed.”
Michael narrows his eyes as he looks to my father. “You assured me things were in place.”
“They are.”
“No, they are not.” Maxim’s patience is thinning. I have no idea if he realizes how much danger he’s in. “We’re here to do a couple simple things. First, I’m afraid I have to let you know...” He scans my father, Michael, my mother and then Alberto before his gaze quickly passes over the two bodyguards. “Seleme won’t be getting married tonight. Sorry. Also, she’s sleeping in my bed from now on. I want things civil. She just dropped a little nugget of information about all of you before we came inside. Gotta say, I’m still processing it, but it doesn’t change what is and is not going to happen.” He looks at Alberto. “I’m guessing since you’re the pretty one of the bunch, you must be the intended groom. Sorry, dude. I really am. I feel your loss. I get it. But she’s mine, and that’s not going to change.”
Michael smiles and looks from my father to my mother, then to me, stepping forward even as Maxim places himself between us.
“Back off.” Maxim’s snarl elicits nothing but a broader smile from Michael as he turns to Alberto and nods.
I hear my mother yelp and glance over to see the guard’s hand slip around her neck, a long silver knife held at the base.