by Ivy Banks
“Please, don’t be sorry. With my father gone, I felt dead inside already. Now I feel…complete. I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.”
“Yes, your body now has a different constitution. The changes take some getting used to, but soon you’ll adapt. You no longer need to eat food. You’ll need less sleep. Your senses will be on hyperdrive.”
“I definitely feel something on hyperdrive,” Lily said, biting her lower lip and pulling Beckett under the covers, shocking them both as she nipped his lips with her new fangs.
Beckett chucked. “You’ll have to get used to those, too. They pop out when you’re hungry or horny.”
“Both of those sensations apply to me.”
“Well, let me satisfy one craving at a time,” said Beckett as he threw the blankets off the bed.
Beckett hovered over her, using his forearms to prevent himself from crushing her. He pulled her up, rather forcefully, toward his solid frame. An arm wrapped around her lower back, then a large hand cupped under her bare ass, sliding her to the edge of the bed. There, she wrapped both of her legs around his body and used her toes to push his now unbuttoned pants down, exposing his waiting manhood.
In smooth, fluid motions, she moved her hips up against his body, coming in contact with his erection. She teased him by sliding his engorged cock through her folds, but not allowing entrance. Juices poured from her slit, providing lubricant to glide up down his length. Wickedly, she allowed just the tip of his wanting penis into her essence before pulling it back out. She watched his eyes yearn as she tormented him, building up his pleasure.
After a few more strokes, he couldn’t wait any longer. He thrust into her wetness with one hard push, making her cry out in ecstasy. With surprising force, she shoved him back, straddling him as she forced him to the floor. Beckett grabbed the bedsheets he had thrown aside earlier in both of his hands while she expertly rode him, calling out his name in uninhibited passion.
She rocked on his hardness, feeling him fill her deeper than she had ever been filled. Moaning with pleasure, he bucked up against her, urging Lily along at a quicker pace, and she happily obliged.
Holding onto each other’s gazes, their movements became faster and harder until Lily began to tremble. Beckett encircled her heaving breast, squeezing them roughly and plunging into her from underneath, encouraging her nectar to flow over him. A low, long groan passed Lily’s mouth as she went over the edge.
Closing her eyes, she continued to move in a rhythmic motion as she felt Beckett spill into her. He gave one more quick, rapid thrust before Lily collapsed on top of him, both of them panting and satisfied.
She rested her head on his chest, encircling his exposed nipple with her finger.
“You’re ready again?” he asked with surprise, but pleasantly hopeful.
“Soon enough, Beckett. I’m starving.”
“Oh yes, we have to satiate that other craving, don’t we?”
“You did so well with the first craving, that I don’t have any doubt you’ll come through for the second,” she said playfully. Then the reality of her knew situation slowly began to sink in. “But, Beckett—” She couldn’t finish her sentence.
“Yes.”
“I’m…” she trailed off, not sure how to word it. “I’m scared. I don’t want to kill anybody. And I’m not sure I can drink blood.”
“We don’t always have to kill people, darling,” he said in his sweet Irish brogue.
Beckett left and quickly returned with a clear plastic pouch holding bright red liquid. The metallic smell made Lily lick her lips with hunger. Beckett ripped open the bag with his teeth, and held it to Lily’s lips. Immediately, Lily let the warm liquid pour down her throat. She was shocked at how her taste buds reacted to the intense flavor.
“It tastes…” Lily couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
“Delicious?” asked Beckett.
Lily smiled. “Yes, delicious.”
She looked at him adoringly, taking in his handsome features and giving nature. After a moment, a look of concern slowly spread across her face.
“What’s wrong, love?”
“What now?” she asked, thinking about the entire world which had just come crashing down around her. “Where do we go from here?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I don’t know what to do next. What does a vampire do?”
“Well, I think my hitman days are over for now,” he smirked with an adorable laugh. “We have a few details to work out, but I think we should concentrate on having some fun.”
Lily beamed at him. “You know Beckett, when you first met me, you told me that I would regret it. But, I don’t. I think you’re perhaps the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
With that, Beckett brushed her blonde hair back from her face and kissed Lily with renewed passion, sealing their fresh start and bright future.
THE END
Private Lesson
Why travel to Europe when you can have an Italian tryst in bed tonight…?
Royal Vampire Kingdom Prologue
Many eons ago, the first vampire came into existence when a great warrior named Atticus was given the gift of immortality from an almighty warlock. But with the gift of eternal life came great responsibility. As Atticus developed a thirst for blood, he knew he had to leverage his powers wisely.
Over time, immortality became lonely, and Atticus embarked on a quest to form his own family. Choosing his “children” based on strength of character, fortitude and the ability to navigate an ever changing world for millennia upon millennia, Atticus created a clan that would be able to rule over all other vampires, creating order and hierarchy among them.
The Vampire King gave sixteen worthy humans the gift of everlasting life. The chosen soon became the fifteen princes and sole princess of the vampire world. Together they became the Hanover family.
From these original sixteen individuals, all vampires in the world were created. Though vampires now cover the Earth as rampantly as man and beast, the original Hanover clan remains the most powerful among them.
This is the story of Nico Hanover.
Chapter 1
Delphine was finishing up her semester abroad in Rome, which was a dream come true. The tapestry of sights and bustling sounds made her senses come alive. The rich, flavorful pastas and freshly baked bread tantalized her taste buds on a daily basis. The scenery provided a perfect backdrop for romance, even though the only romantic encounters she had experienced while in Italy were one-night stands with admittedly gorgeous men that she didn’t care to see again.
The thing she enjoyed the most about Rome was the art. The paintings and sculptures provided an insight into the history of Italy, and it excited her knowing that many of the Renaissance masters created some of their masterpieces in the very places she visited.
Her caramel blonde tresses blew in the wind as she walked to the large brick building on campus where she would attend her last art history class. Although she planned on staying in Rome another two days, attending her last class in Italy gave her a sense of finality. She would be going back home to Colorado and her great Italian adventure would come to an end.
Delphine stopped to take in her surroundings. She wanted to implant a long-lasting memory in her head. She studied the scenery and breathed in the heady, intoxicating air deeply. The past four months had been nothing short of magical.
Although she had made many friends, she would miss one person in particular—her art history professor. Doctor Hanover, or Nico, as he preferred to be called, was mesmerizing. His shiny black hair was cut neatly, which framed his chiseled Italian face. Dark lashes surrounded his complex chocolate eyes. His god-like looks made Delphine believe he should be in paintings, not simply speak about them. In fact, he bore a strong resemblance to a painting of a medieval prince that hung in the Galleria Borghese.
He’s probably a long-lost descendant of the prince, she thought. Royal blood makes him even sexier, i
f that’s even possible.
In addition to his good looks, Nico could also bring art to life. He spoke of the artists as if he knew them, and spoke in such a distinguished way that Delphine often forgot how young he was for a tenured professor, not appearing a day over thirty years old.
On the first day of class, his penetrating gaze captured her heart and she hadn’t stopped thinking about him since. When he called on her to answer a question, she constantly found herself fumbling over her words and, as if on cue, her palms always started to sweat. Still, that didn’t stop her from trying to find any reason possible to swing by his office after hours or to stay after class for additional information on the day’s lecture.
At night, she often fantasized about Nico having his way with her, of wantonly ripping her clothes off without any inhibitions. Much to her dismay, he always remained professional. She never caught him checking out her body, and he never talked about anything personal. He was the professor. She was the student.
It was the last day of the semester and Nico had decided not to prepare a lecture. The final test had already been administered and he felt that asking the students to come to class was really more of a formality than anything else. He had been planning to make attendance optional, but he didn’t want to risk missing out on his last opportunity to see Delphine.
When she walked into class on the first day, his senses heightened. Her honeyed hair, green eyes, and taut body were a constant distraction to him in class. When the weather warmed up in late spring, Delphine started wearing short sundresses, which exposed her long, perfectly toned legs. Nico consciously had to avert his gaze from her in order not to stare.
When she spoke, she seemed nervous and Nico could almost hear her heart rate increase. Delphine was attracted to him, which he knew, and it took every ounce of willpower not to act on his instincts. He wanted to feel the softness of her skin on his and take in the scent of her body.
I really want to know how she tastes.
The thought shocked him. Even though he was a vampire, very few people knew his true nature. His bite could kill, but it could also be intensely erotic during sex. He had to control himself in the bedroom, and not take too much blood. It was a skill which he had perfected over time, but one that he didn’t often use in an effort to avoid exposing his secret side.
Delphine smelled so sweet though, he was not sure he could resist drinking every last drop. For that reason, he forced himself to remain professional.
When class ended on the final day, Delphine took her time gathering her belongings, and checked her phone four different times. It was obvious she wanted to be the last one to leave the lecture hall.
Just leave if you know what’s good for you, Delphine. It’s getting harder and harder to resist you. He wanted to say this out loud, but clenched his jaw to avoid speaking his thoughts.
“You ready to go, Delphine? I have to lock up the classroom,” he said with an air of coldness in his voice.
Twisting her flaxen curls, Delphine bit down on her lower lip.
God, I want to fuck her.
Nico could tell she wanted to say something, but Delphine remained quiet as if trying to collect her thoughts before she spoke.
“Yes?” Nico asked, trying to hurry the conversation along so he could leave.
“Umm… a few of us are getting together at Bar Passione tonight if you want to join us. Since it’s the last day of the semester and a lot of us are returning home, it’s kind of like a farewell party.”
Nico smiled. Oh, she wants to fuck me, too.
“Maybe. Thanks for the invite.”
Delphine nodded and quickly looked down to the ground, obviously embarrassed. She gave a half-hearted wave as she scurried out the door.
I will have her and I will taste her, Nico decided as he watched her go, finally forfeiting his resolve to behave.
At Bar Passione, Delphine sipped her second glass of Chianti, hoping it would give her liquid courage if Nico decided to show up. It was almost midnight, and although she enjoyed her friends’ company, Delphine was disappointed that Nico was nowhere to be seen.
Feeling a little tipsy, she kissed her friends on their cheeks and said their goodbyes. It was time to call it a night.
I guess I’ll be going home alone.
As she reached for the handle to exit the bar, another patron pushed the door open.
It was Nico.
Delphine didn’t even try to hide her excitement as her lips shot upwards into a beaming smile. “You came!”
Without hesitation, and without saying a word, Nico grabbed her hand, and pulled her across the bar toward the back and into a supply closet, closing the door behind them.
He slammed his lips against hers, entwining his fingers in the back of her hair, before briefly pulling away. “This is what you wanted, right?”
She bit down on her lower lip. “Is it that obvious?”
Nico grabbed her small waist and pulled her close, kissing her fervently once more. The air left Delphine’s lungs, and her heart thumped so loudly, she was sure the whole bar could hear it above the music
Nico pulled away once more, and cupped her cheek with his hand as he looked into her green eyes. “I have wanted to do that since the moment you walked into my class.”
His words swelled in her chest, giving her the courage she’d been holding back from him. “Is that all you wanted to do?” she asked, shedding all her inhibitions.
A devilish grin signified he wanted more, and he let out a low, deep growl to let her know the answer was yes. He kissed her again, claiming her with his passionate embrace. Delphine felt her legs go weak as his strong arms held her up.
Nico ran his hands down the length of her body until reaching her rear. He hiked her up and propped her on the edge of a low metal shelving unit. Slowly, his hands moved down to her mid-thigh until he found the hem of her flowing skirt. Pushing up her skirt, Nico allowed himself access to the heat between her legs.
Worried that someone would walk in, she began to protest, but before she could utter a sound, he was bent down on his knees with his hot mouth sending waves of pleasure over her clit. Nico’s tongue applied pressure to her pink pearl, making her sigh. She leaned back against the wall and placed her hands behind her for support, arching her back gracefully. Curving her hips upwards, she gave Nico better access to the cleanly-shaven area between her legs.
His kisses moved down to her inner thighs, making her beg for more.
“Stop teasing me, Nico,” she whispered, unable to focus with her core throbbing with anticipation.
Delphine went rigid, her entire body writhed with unfettered desire. Her eyes squeezed shut as he licked and kissed his way back up to her slit, his steamy breath teasing her unrelentingly.
“Take me, Nico,” she whispered urgently between her heavy pants.
Nico tugged at his pants, revealing his large, throbbing masculinity. Delphine gasped as he lifted her with a strong, swift movement, and turned her around, pressing her against the opposite wall before he pushed into her.
Bracing her legs with his forearms, he plunged deeper inside of her, filling her with long, hard thrusts. She bucked her hips up against his, meeting his movements in a rhythmic motion.
Delphine tried to suppress her cries of pleasure, but she couldn’t resist, she moaned loudly as he moved in and out of her, over and over. His breath was hot against her neck, and he buried himself within her deeper, making her almost dizzy with the number of intoxicating sensations hitting her at once.
The danger of being discovered and the knowledge that she was supposed to be off limits to him brought Delphine close to her climax.
Nico smiled at her wickedly, knowing that he could satisfy her like no man had before. She breathed deeper, drawing nearer to the precipice of release.
“Nico!” she screamed in unconstrained ecstasy.
As she let the undulating waves of pleasure come over her, she felt Nico’s teeth against her neck, piercin
g her skin.
At first, she was terrified, not knowing what had happened, but then a second surge of pleasure coursed from her core, emanating like a sexual tidal wave throughout her body. Shattering around him, Delphine wrapped her hands around his neck and held on tight, pursing her lips and trying to grab a breath as her body pulsed around him. Nico was there with her, fully enmeshed, burying his face into her neck, as his entire body shook.
After taking a few deep breaths, basking in their carnal desire, Nico released her legs and gently allowed her feet to reach the ground.
What was that? It was like an orgasm on adrenaline.
Though it was dark, with the only light coming from the crack under the door, when Delphine looked up at Nico, she swore she saw a trace of blood staining his lower lip.
“Did you bite me?” Delphine asked in disbelief.
Terror overtook her body as she saw two prominent fangs glisten against the trickle of light that illuminated the closet.
She pushed his chest backwards, but he held his ground.
“What are you?” she said with a shaking voice.
“Exactly what you think I am.”
“A vampire?”
A small nod confirmed her suspicions. The room swirled around her, as blackness closed in from every direction.
Nico managed to reach out and catch her as Delphine fainted.
Chapter 2
Delphine’s eyes slowly fluttered open, thinking she was waking from a dream. The bed seemed unfamiliar, with its luxurious duvet covering her. The bed was much larger than the one she slept in at her rented flat, and it was so comfortable that it felt like a cloud.
A hand brushed up against her shoulder, and she turned her head to find Nico sitting next to her.