VAMPIRE: PARANORMAL: Out For Blood (Vampire Alpha Shapeshifter Romance) (New Adult Paranormal Fantasy Short Stories)

by Powers, Miranda

  “What are you doing here?” A voice growled and boomed in the cavernous room.

  I turned to see Damiano in the doorway. He looked angry and dark. I stepped backward in fear of his presence.

  “I…I was looking for you…I,” I couldn’t get a full sentence out. He started walking toward me slowly as though I was prey and he was a predator stalking me. I forced myself to pull myself together.

  “You invited me here last night. You were going to paint me,” I managed to get out.

  The look of anger left his face and one of sorrow replaced it. I moved closer to him. As I got closer my body began to respond to him once more. He had that affect on me, and it was both intoxicating and unnerving. I placed my hands on his chest. It was strong and rock hard. He looked down at me. His blue eyes reflected the firelight like glass. His mouth opened slightly and his pink full lips called out to me begging for me to kiss them. I looked up at him under my lashes trying to hold back my fear and let the lust take over me.

  Damiano grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands from his chest. He stepped away from me and picked up the sheet on the floor.

  Damiano pulled me close to him. He pulled me harder against him and kissed my mouth. I melted against him. With one kiss I was in complete surrender. I stopped thinking of questions and was completely consumed by lust. I felt wet instantly, and I moaned as he explored my mouth with his tongue. He cupped my breasts with his hands and kissed me more aggressively. His entire body pushed against mine and he had backed me onto the wall. I was his now. I was his prisoner. I could feel his hard cock against me as he rubbed it up and down along my body. Then one hand moved from my breast and slid down my belly softly touching me. I nearly fell to the floor but he wrapped his other hand so tightly around my waist that he held me up. His mouth traced kisses down my chin to my neck and he groaned as he licked it. A part of me wanted to stiffen in fear. Now that I thought those thoughts having his mouth on my neck filled me with a seductive type of fear that could only be described as a mix of adrenaline and lust. I should be running away but I did not fear him. In fact I felt safe with him.

  CHAPTER TWO

  He picked me up in his arms, cradling me like a baby. We went out of the room into the darkness. I could not see a thing. I placed my lips on his neck and kissed and licked. I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to. I needed contact with him at all times. He went down a dark stairwell that went lower and lower spiraling down to some unseen cavernous drop in the floor. Finally he stopped and pushed open a large wooden door. Inside there was a fire burning bright and a large canopy bed with heavy curtains. The curtains were dark in the faint light of the fire. Maybe they were black, but I couldn’t tell. They were very heavy unlike any material I had ever seen. I looked around the round room and noticed that we must be in the basement as there were no windows at all. He had climbed down the spiral of stairs for a long time so we must be very deep under the house. He laid me gently on the bed and hovered over me staring into my face. My eyes grew wide with disbelief and then it faded. I smiled at him. He smiled back at me and then leaned in and kissed me. He trailed kisses slowly on my lips, down my neck, over my chest, running softly over my belly, down my thighs all the way to my feet. He pulled off my boots one by one. He unbuttoned my dress and grabbed it and pulled it off of me.

  “Open just a little,” he pulled my thighs open just a little. He lowered his head onto my clit and sucked softly on it while looking up at me with those unusually blue eyes. The top of his pink lip was flush against my skin and moved with every suckling move. I reached down and grabbed onto his thick locks of black hair and arched my back. I moved with him and pushed harder against his face. The shivers that went through my body were strong and I felt like they were shaking the bed. I sat up trying to handle what I was feeling but it was too sensitive. I laid back down again thinking that would make the extreme pleasure bearable but I couldn’t get the right position to hold on to myself. It was useless, I was going to cum and I was going to explode. With that I yelled out. I didn’t yell, “I’m cumming, or Oh! Yes!” I simply yelled. It was a mix between a scream of terror and a yell of pleasure. I had no control over my body or my voice. Damiano did not stop so I pleaded with him, “Please stop. It’s too much. I can’t handle it.” This didn’t discourage him. If anything I think he grinned a little and continued sucking my clit. Then within seconds I was exploding again, and then again, and then again. This happened within a matter of minutes. I didn’t know my body could do this. I was thrilled and scared. I felt like I was drunk or on some sort of drug. Finally he stopped. I was glad he stopped. He stood up on the edge of the bed while I lay below him writhing on the sheets with ecstasy. I felt like a wild banshee under a spell of lust, but I didn’t care. I looked at him as he took of his shirt. His taught skin glimmered in the firelight. He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them off. His cock was rock hard and stood straight at attention past his belly button. It was perfect and I immediately had the urge to put it in my mouth. Damiano reached down and pulled my sweater and off of my body. Now I too was completely naked, and I was hungry for him.

  He climbed into bed with me and kissed the tops of my nipples. He licked them in circular motion and then massaged them with his hands.

  It was unbelievable. This was not like me. I was giving myself to this stranger, no I was pleading with him to take me. I didn’t know who I was anymore.

  The look in his eyes changed. He went somewhere and left the present. He went primal and animal like. He positioned his body between my thighs and placed the tip of his cock inside me gently. He looked up at me and his eyes locked with mine as I spread my legs open wider to let him in. Damiano pushed himself inside me sliding effortlessly and slowly inside my drenching wet pussy. I grabbed a hold of the sheets tightly in my fist. He felt so good inside of me it was more than the basic feeling of sex. It was as if his entire aura and energy were entering me. It filled me with vibrations like a low humming was going through my body. My breathing got heavier as Damiano moved in and out of me. I looked at him and examined his face. It was hard and stern as though he was forcing himself to control his movements.

  “Don’t hold back. It’s okay. I want you. I want you.”

  He stopped and stared at me, his eyes growing wide. Then he moved in and out of me slowly. Then it got faster. Soon he was pumping in and out of me so fast he was almost a blur to me. I clawed at the sheets trying to not fly off the bed. My body was filled with pleasures I never knew existed. I yelled out in ecstasy, but I never yelled stop. His movements made me weak and I almost fainted a few times, but it felt so good I forced myself to stay with it. “I’m cumm…” I didn’t get the words out. An orgasmic scream left my body as I exploded all over him. Then I blacked out. I had fainted.

  CHAPTER THREE

  The next morning I woke up in my bed. I was in my nightgown and covered in a blanket. I stretched out and woke up with a smile. I was in the best mood of my life. I giggled a little and felt like I had just slept for days on end. I was well rested and felt like I was on top of the world. I looked at the clock. It was eight in the morning. It was time to start another day. I would go shopping, maybe get coffee and breakfast at the café with my aunt.

  Then I remembered what had happened the night before. I sat up quickly in bed. It all hit me like a ton of bricks as the disorientation of sleep wore off of me. I gasped as it all came back to me. A vision of Damiano flooded my mind.

  I jumped out of bed and ran to my mirror. I looked at myself. I didn’t look different now that I had lost my innocence. I stripped off my nightgown and looked at my naked body in the mirror. I didn’t see anything. I checked the backs of my knees and every inch of me. I checked my toes and picked up my hair and looked at the back of my neck in the mirror. I saw nothing. I seemed to be okay. There were no love marks and I didn’t feel any different other than extreme euphoria, but I assumed that was from the sex. However, things had changed forever. My life had changed forever. With th
at one vision I had in my mind of Damiano, I now knew that one thing was clear, I had fainted. Then I realized why he I had fainted. He had whispered in my ear that he was a Prince. Damiano was a Prince and he came to this town to work on his art and live in peace. Then he had to go back to Milan in a few weeks and do his princely duties again. I had not imagined it. I heard what I heard and it was real. I needed to see him. I wanted to ask all the questions and know everything I could. I don’t know why he would trust me with such information.

  I grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around me. I replayed everything in my head again. All the paintings I saw in that room. I remembered how he had taken me.

  This was real. What had I gotten myself mixed up in? I knew nothing about. What was more terrifying was that he owned me. I would do anything he asked. I just needed to be near him. It was all so complicated.

  I drank espresso coffee to wake myself up and keep me alert. I didn’t bother with food. I had no appetite to begin with. What weighed heavy on my heart was that Damiano was a prince, which meant we could never really be together and I was completely in love with him. I was addicted to him. I thought about him the whole day.

  That night I went to sleep thinking about him. He was occupying my thoughts and I fell asleep thinking about all the questions I had.

  A few hours later I was awaken by a shutter of my bed. I opened my eyes to find Damiano on top of me.

  “Damiano? Is that really you? Am I dreaming?”

  “You’re not dreaming. I climbed into your window.”

  His mouth covered mine and his kiss was long and deep. My whole body shuddered in relief that he was here. I longed for him for so long that his presence appeased my anxiety and gave me sweet release. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up from the bed to be as close to him as I possibly could. With one hand he tore the blankets off and exposed my naked body to the cold air. My nipples were hard and they brushed against his chest making me tingle with delight. He placed his mouth on my neck and a rush of panic shot through me. I didn’t know how I felt about it. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me on purpose. His lips were soft against my neck and he kissed and licked me. He moved down to my chest and I was relieved. His mouth traced down my chest and over the mounds of my breasts. He moaned when he took my taught nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. I arched up in response. I wrapped my arms around him and hung on to him. I never wanted him to leave me.

  I exhaled a sigh of comfort. I loved being this close to him. It made me feel strong and happy. He brushed my hair out of my face.

  “My sweet Emerald. I’ve missed your face.”

  “You can’t imagine how I’ve longed for you Damiano. It was almost unbearable. It’s been a chaotic mess in my head.”

  He tried to quiet me down.

  His brow furrowed and a look of sadness came over his blue eyes. “It happened I made love to you like the man that I am. I have never been with a woman like you. I let go. I really let go. We can never really be together, I have to marry a princess. We should not do it anymore.”

  My heart dropped to my stomach. The thought of never having sex with him again was the most depressing thought I could think of. I became anxious and filled with anxiety.

  Damiano decided he could not be intimate with me again. I was devastated.

  Two days went by and Damiano stayed away from me. Nothing else had changed in me other than I felt depressed to not have his love. It was absolute torture for me. I went on outings with my aunt and uncle as usual, but felt very bored by all of it.

  A week went by and everything was fine, until it wasn’t. One morning I woke up feeling awful. I was drained of energy and felt like I had the flu. I pulled the drapes and stayed in bed all day. Then I had morning sickness. That night Damiano came to me. He took one look at me and fright filled his eyes.

  “Damiano? What? What is it? You’re starting to scare me. Say something.”

  Damiano put his arms around me and held me tightly. Then he looked at me with sadness in his eyes and said, “I think I know why you have been feeling the way you do. You said you were sick this morning?”

  “Yes, I was sick. My stomach felt uneasy. I’ve been suddenly tired.”

  “My dear Emerald. I think you might be carrying my child.”

  My eyes grew wide with fear and my heart raced so loud I could hear it. “A child?”

  I turned to him with fear in my eyes and collapsed into his arms. I couldn’t believe it. Could it be true? How did I not know?

  “Listen to me. You’re going to be fine. You’re just going to be a little weak is all. We will figure this out together. I just need to think.” He approached my window ready to climb out.

  “No! Don’t leave. Please don’t leave.” I was panicking. The thought of never seeing him again made my stomach turn. I couldn’t be with out him in my life.

  He pushed me against the wall. His hands wrapped around my wrists. He pinned my arms against the wall up over my head and pushed his body onto mine. I let out a moan. The adrenaline from fear raging through my body was turning into lust. Damiano licked my neck and my heart pounded in my chest. I could feel his hard cock against my body as he rubbed up and down against me. If I was danger of having a ruined reputation from a unwed pregnancy, I wanted to make the most of every second I had left and enjoy this sensual experience. Damiano pulled off my clothes in a flash. I didn’t know what was happening. We were in danger and here he was ready to make love to me. I stood there naked. My arms were still above my head against the wall as he pinned me there. I arched my back and my breasts heaved up and down protruding from my body. I didn’t know what affect the news of my pregnancy had on his senses. I really didn’t know, but I was completely hypnotized. All these thoughts went briefly through my mind and I was shocked at how calm I felt over losing my social life and reputation in the name of lust.

  I heard the zip of his pants and in seconds he picked me up wrapping my legs around him and he was inside me. He pumped in and out of me hard and fast. It was more like he was satiated a thirst than if he was doing it out of pleasure. His hands were on my tiny waist and he controlled the movement of my entire body as he bobbed me up and down on top of him. My breasts bounced up and down with every movement as he pounded me onto him.

  Damiano put his lips on my neck slightly parted and licked a little. I was frightened and turned on all in the same sensual terrifying moment. In seconds I was climaxing. It was a climax controlled by the mental stimulation of fright and adrenaline with some of the erotic stimulation mixed in. I yelled out and grabbed onto his neck burying my fingertips into his skin. I felt the wetness run out of me and onto him and down my thigh. Damiano tilted his head back and a look of him bracing himself came over his face. Then with a loud grunt he released himself. He still moved in and out slower and slower absorbing every last sensitive feeling and tingling. His body leaned against mine and still held me in the air pinned between his body and the wall. He rested his head on my shoulder and I let all of my weight relax onto him. We stayed like this for a while enjoying the after glow of our explosive orgasms until reality hit us again.

  Damiano picked me up by my waist and pulled himself out of me. Then he set me gently on the floor.

  “Get dressed. We need to leave here immediately,” he was cold in his response. “Pack some clothes for traveling by sea.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “Sea?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he went into action and threw my clothes at me that were on the floor. Then he started packing for me. I went after him.

  “Wait, slow down. I don’t understand what is happening. Where are you taking me?”

  “There’s no time. We must go now.”

  “No, I’m not moving until you tell me. I can’t just leave here. I have my aunt and uncle here.”

  “We will run away together where we can live together and raise our child. If I stay here, my father the king will come look for me. He will send you away and take me back home to rul
e. I know him.”

  I had to make a fast decision. I could stay here and raise this bastard child on my own in the ridicule of society. Or I could go live with my prince in some far off land where he would pretend not to be a prince.

  “I will go.” I grabbed my stuff. Then we snuck out of the townhouse and we were off to his place. When I walked in I almost forgot what a stark contrast his place was to mine. His place was like from another time period and it was very dark.

  “Lock the door behind me. I’m just going out to grab a few things, and I will be back in a few minutes, but I don’t want to take any chances. Don’t open this door unless you hear my voice. If you hear any other noises do not open it.”

  “Yes, I understand.”

  His words had me on edge. He walked out and I locked the large bolt on the door. I sat on the bed and fidgeted the whole time I wanted to get comfortable and take my clothes off but I left everything on, even my boots. I knew I needed to be ready for anything and any time.

  An hour later Damiano was at the door, “Emerald it’s me Damiano. You can open the lock.”

  I opened the door and he came in. I hugged him tightly. He closed the door and locked it behind us.

  “What were you doing?”

  “Locking up and getting all our travel in order. I don’t want to take any chances.”

  “Now will you tell me what’s going on?”

  Damiano sat on the bed and looked exhausted.

  “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you but I was struggling with whether I should or if it would make a difference.”

  “Okay, I’m listening,” I sat on the edge of the bed and listened as he told me a very long story. It was a princess that he is betrothed too and is suppose to marry upon his return. I listened and cried. His father is so strict that he does not allow his sons to marry ladies of the court, they must be princesses, which made my case hopeless. His father had a man here in Assisi that looked after the prince and news of him fleeing would be out in a few hours. So we had to go now.