Love on the Field

by Mia Allen

  “Only one of us has to die,” she told me, turning around with a new fire burning behind her grey eyes. I could tell by the way she looked that she did not mean a permanent death. She wanted me to turn her, though I didn’t know what strength I had in me to do that at the moment.

  “I am weak. I do not know if that would even work, or if I could continue to survive much longer after that. Besides, how could that get us out of here?” I had no idea what was in that mind of hers.

  “If you turn me and not him, I will not be part of the clan, he cannot order me around.” In theory, she was right, but usually, new vampires did not have their own will to resist being glamoured by an older vampire until they were at least a couple of decades. The blood lust and new senses were too strong for a young vampire.

  “You are right, but he might still be able to glamour you because you would be brand new.”

  “It’s our only way,” she told me with a new determination in her body. Rhea had transformed from a shaking, crying and broken woman to someone who was ready to fight. She was right, it was all we had. “I will kill him. If I succeed, you will go and feed and no longer be weak.”

  I nodded, not wanting to say the things that were scratching at my throat. Goodbyes weren’t something we needed right now. We needed hope. So, we exchanged blood right there on the floor in each other’s arms, and I held her as the light went from her grey eyes so that she could reawake as one of the undead.

  I was stunned as I watched her transform, becoming even more beautiful as she became one of us. I had never known such beauty from anything other than a painting of a goddess. She would be the ultimate predator, luring unsuspecting men of all races to their death with just a toss of her golden hair. Somehow, I knew to look on her now would center me, even under the influence of Lawrence’s sick seduction. She was my muse and my savior.

  Chapter 9

  ***Rhea***

  I looked in the mirror that stood in the room where Maurice and I were being kept, looking over myself in awe. Every flaw that my body had was gone. All my pain was gone. My hair was strong and vibrant, and I had two fangs that I could make protrude form my mouth at any time. I was perfect and incredibly strong. I could feel it with every fiber of my being. I was going to be able to kill Lawrence.

  I was about to turn around and tell Maurice this; tell him that I knew now I could do it, but that was when I heard the footsteps. I couldn’t believe I could hear a vampire coming.

  I got back in my little corner, trying to still appear pitiful and disheveled, though I didn’t know how well I would play that part. Maurice had gone back to his spot as well, looking weaker than ever. I could only hope I would pull off the plot in time to save my love because immortal life meant nothing without him there.

  Lawrence burst into the room, and I could tell by the scent that he had already been drinking from another human. He was drunk with blood. So, why he wanted me at that moment I had no clue. What I did know is that he was trying to push his influence on me, but it flowed around and over me as if I had an invisible barrier around me. Still, for this to work I had to pretend that it was still working.

  I stood up and came over to him, immediately disrobing. I knew that he would see that my bruises and scratches, even the bite marks were gone. But maybe he was blood drunk enough to overlook it just long enough for me to get the opening I needed.

  He began snaking his hands all over my body like always before lazily looking over to Maurice. “You are too weak to pleasure her tonight,” he barked, looking over Maurice like he was a bug he wanted to squash. I tried to ignore it and comply, but I felt anger well up in me like nothing I felt when I was a human. Emotions were so heightened, and I didn’t know how long I could wait before I struck. But I needed to have the right moment in order to make sure I succeeded. There was no room for errors here.

  Lawrence leaned down with his fangs out, ready to take more blood from me. I began kissing his collar bone and gripping his member, stroking it until I knew he would succumb to me more easily. I silently let my fangs extend, getting the feel for them before I spread my mouth wide and grabbed onto his head, forcing him still as I bit into his neck. I pulled flesh with my teeth, ripping him apart piece by piece. I didn’t want to leave any of him to heal. I ravaged his body until there was nothing left but splatter and his head. I closed my eyes and savored the flavor of his blood. It was the best thing that had ever assailed my tongue.

  I went straight to Maurice and began kissing him, giving him the blood that drenched my mouth and then letting him take some from my wrist. I needed him to make it for just a little while longer.

  I picked him up and bore some of his weight on me as we left the room. I had him lead me to where I would find the rest of the clan. We came out into a common room of sorts where dozens of vampires were feeding and joking around. But the moment I walked in there with their leader’s head, the room went dead silent.

  “I have killed your leader,” I seethed, holding his head high so they could all see the truth. “You will all either pledge your blood to me and the husband I will take, or you need to leave now.”

  Chapter 10

  ***Rhea***

  I looked over at the man I was about to join with my blood forever and felt a warmth of gratefulness come over me. We had gone all out, buying me a black lace wedding dress and him a tux with a red vest to match his hair. He had tied it back away from his beautiful face, and here we were, standing before the clan that had stayed behind to pledge their allegiance to me, ready to say our vows.

  Getting married as a vampire was different in one aspect from getting married as a human. There was no ‘til death do us part. All we had stretched in front of us was forever.

  The crowd cheered as we were pronounced husband and wife, and instead of a kiss, we each partook of each other’s life blood. When we drank from one another, it felt like we were sharing each other’s souls; something I was certain we still had even as the undead.

  “I love you,” I told him with a smile, my fangs still bared.

  “I love you even more, until the ends of the Earth and back,” he whispered into my ear, kissing just below the lobe. I felt my body respond with a burning desire. I still had not gotten to have him all to myself, and I couldn’t wait to retire to our room and make love until we got bored of it, which I was certain would be never.

  Maurice led me through the crowd and into our chambers, and I called for two of my clan members to bolt and guard the doors. Everyone had their orders and assignments, and one of those was to leave us be until we were through with each other. I didn’t know when that would be, but I knew I would have fun finding out.

  I approached Maurice with a sinister grin, turning around and moving my hair out of the way so that he could reach the zipper at my back. He grasped the zipper with perfect precision and began sliding it down as slowly as possible. I knew it had to be painful to be so controlled with his movements. He could easily get this whole thing off of me in less than a second if he wanted to. But he was doing this on purpose.

  His fingernails tickled at my skin all the way down, and I giggled happily until I was finally able to hop out of the confining dress.

  Underneath I had worn a blood red corset just for him, and he made me turn in circles so he could admire it, licking his lips at my delicious appearance.

  “Finally,” he growled, closing the small gap between up by pulling me into his arms by the small of my back. “I get to have you all to myself.” His authority was enough to make me melt into him, and he trailed his fingertips delectably down my throat, paying special attention to my hardened veins where he would be able to tap in and suck out the succulent blood that kept my body going even in death.

  “Yes,” I told him as his hand settled on my groin. “I am all yours.”

  “Say it again,” he told me with a stronger tone.

  “I’m all yours. I am your queen, your lover, your wife,” I told him. He snarled at me, and I found m
yself aching for him, wanting him to explore every inch of my new body with his.

  Maurice tore away at the corset, popping each hook with his solid fingers. I found myself completely bare in front of him, and I hissed at him playfully before running him into the wall, leaving a circular dent where his head hit. I began to remove his clothing piece by piece, savoring this moment where we would come together as husband and wife for the first time. There would be no drunken influence and no third person to get in our way.

  Finally, I got to look at his bare body with new eyes. There was no way I could keep my hands off of him now. But as I went in for a kiss, he disappeared out from under my grasp, landing on the bed with his swiftness. He wanted to play games.

  I grinned mischievously at him before chasing him, landing in a crouch on the bed. But he already flew to the window, wrapping himself up in the black curtains.

  I growled angrily at him, letting him know I was none too happy about this wild goose chase. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I was a greedy queen, and I needed him to fulfill my desires.

  Then, before I could go for him, he came at me, crashing us both down onto the bed. I could feel the springs collapsing below me, but I didn’t have a care in the world at that moment. The two of us wrestled, each of us wanting the dominant position on top before he pinned me down and plunged his hard shaft deep inside my wanting center. I gasped in ecstasy, getting all of the best sensations and none of the pain. My body was made for these moments now; ideal for sinful pleasures behind closed doors with my new forever husband.

  We continued our struggle of sorts, sometimes with me working my hips on top of his and others with him holding me down against the failing mattress. We exchanged blood over and over, mixing our essences just as we had our lives.

  My orgasms and my screams shook the whole room as I quivered to completion all night and then all morning long. I didn’t know how long we had gone without rest, but I didn’t think I needed it. I didn’t want to close my eyes and find that it had all been one amazing dream or delusion.

  But Maurice coaxed me after the millionth time into the sweetness and complete darkness of a vampire’s sleep; much like being dead. But I found that I often dreamed; dreamed of his touch and his lips, until we awoke the next night to discover each other all over again.

  THE END

  Bonus 4 of 20

  Scars of Love

  Description

  When Sally sees her stepbrother, Noel, after a long absence, she realizes how much she’s changed. The two were already close, but it was obvious the second she saw him, the feelings of adoration and something much more seemed to arouse within her. But beneath the smile on his face was the trauma of his tenure as a Navy SEAL, and soon, Sally learns of the truth. However, instead of running away, she embraces it.

  As her lustful feelings for her stepbrother grow, Sally knows that she can’t hold this back. When a night of passion finally erupts between them, Sally knows she must make a choice. Will she let her feelings for her stepbrother in? Or will she continue to hold these back in favor of protecting herself and the friendship that the two of them have, and struggled to maintain for a long time? Find out in this hot, stepbrother military romance!

  Chapter 1

  Today was the day.

  A feeling of excitement loomed through my body as I thought about what today might bring. I sat in the airport terminal, watching the flight times. My stepbrother, Noel, was coming back after about three years in the military away from us, and I immediately felt excited. The two of us hadn’t really spoken a lot lately. Mostly because of how busy his time was there and because he was engaged in combat for a long time.

  Noel and I were stepsiblings. Our parents got together when I was 10 and he was 13. Even with the three-year age difference, we were always relatively close. I imagined that was probably because we were typically left to our own devices, so I rarely got to spend time with anyone but him. But I imagined my stepbrother grew up to be a fine man.

  When he left for the military at 18, I was still only 15. I didn’t really see the point in this, mostly because he was up and leaving us for a couple of years at a time. Now he was 21 and I was 18. Time did change a person for the better, and I’ve learned to really get my shit together.

  This meant that I really didn’t have time for relationships. I never thought of one, meaning that I usually spent most of my time alone. I was always studying it seemed, and it was part of the reason why I never really got in touch with Noel. Every time I did, he was busy. At one point, it was simply phone tag between the two of us, something that we didn’t really feel like doing with one another.

  But now, now everything changed. I had some free time, I was picking him up, and I had a couple of weeks off until I had to hit the ground running. I wanted to spend time with him, to see how everything changed.

  Finally, there was a sign that the flight finally got in, and when I saw the men coming out of the terminal, I immediately stepped out. I looked high and low for him, hoping that he wouldn’t take too long.

  Then, he showed up.

  For a moment, I felt like my heart stopped. Holy crap he got hot. I began to flush, realizing I shouldn’t be having these feelings for him, but here I was, ogling him like it was nothing. He then looked at me, a bit unsure of what to say.

  “Hello Sally,” he said.

  “Hey Noel,” I replied, trying to figure out where to look. His sandy blonde hair was now short, but he still had the most gorgeous blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light. His larger frame was now toned instead of flabby like how it was before. In truth, he got pretty fucking gorgeous, and it was hard not to stare.

  “Sorry for the delay. Flight was a bit late,” he said.

  “It’s fine. It happens. Are you okay?” I asked.

  “I guess,” he told her.

  It was obvious something was wrong. He didn’t seem to want to talk about it though.

  “Well I’m sure my mom and your dad will be happy to see you. I mean, I’m off for break for another couple of weeks, so I’m excited to spend some time with you,” I said.

  “Yeah,” he replied, his face staring off into the distance.

  I wanted to ask what was wrong. I’ve never seen him like this before. Typically, Noel was always at the center of the conversation, trying his hardest to pay attention and listen to everyone. Right now, it seemed that something bothered him, and it was obvious that he wasn’t going to tell me.

  “How long are you off duty?” I asked, starting the car and heading on back home.

  “Depends. I don’t really know when I’ll be going back, but I guess I’ll have to,” he said.

  Something did happen. I mean, he was always so lively, so happy, but he seemed like a completely different person.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.

  “Nope,” he replied, shutting me up.

  “Well, that’s understandable. I’ve just been in school,” I said.

  “Must be nice. Having the family pay for your stuff like that,” he said, a bit of annoyance obvious in his voice. I scoffed, looking at him for a moment and then ahead.

  “Actually, I’m on scholarship, so I’m not paying for jack shit. It’s nice,” I said.

  “Great,” he said. He seemed so distant that I didn’t know what to do about this. The tension in the air was so thick that you could cut a knife. I decided to just let it go. Hopefully he’d open up the second we got back.

  When we got home, he got out. He grabbed his bags, but I stepped forward.

  “I’ll grab them for you,” I said.

  “No it’s fine. I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he said.

  “You don’t have to treat me like a child. I mean, I’m eighteen now,” I said.

  “Really? Wow, time has flown by fast,” he said.

  “Yeah, and you’re acting pretty distant. What’s the matter?” I asked.

  He looked at me and then sighed.

  “I hones
tly don’t want to talk about it yet. I mean, there are some things you shouldn’t really know just yet. I mean, maybe once I’m settled in I’ll tell you,” he replied.

  I wanted to respond, but then, he headed inside. It was obvious that he didn’t want to tell me, but I wanted to know the truth. I’ve never seen him act so aloof and it seemed like he’s become a different person. Did the military change him? Or did something else happen? I decided to wait until he came to me, and I hoped that he would tell me eventually.

  Chapter 2

  The second Noel came home, everything changed. My parents were both there and they immediately embraced him, holding him. He hugged them back, but he seemed to still be off kilter. I shrugged, wondering what it was that he was hiding, but I guess it could wait. We went out for dinner, and even the servers congratulated him and thanked him for his service. He said it was nothing. However, I didn’t think it was just a little thing. I mean, the military was a pretty huge ordeal, and the fact that he was just brushing this off was weird as all hell. I wanted to ask him further about it, but when we got back, he went to his room.

  I spent the next day or so working on some of the homework I was given. Thankfully, I was close enough to the college I could come home every single day, so I’d get to hang with Noel whenever. However, he still seemed to ignore me, holing himself up in his room. I wanted to find out what was eating him, what caused this madness in him. I couldn’t just sit there and watch him suffer.

  I went to the room, knocking at the door. At first, there was no sound, and then, I saw him open up. He looked haggard, like he hadn’t slept in the few days he’d been home. I smiled weakly, looking at him with a grin.

  “Hey Noel, you doing okay?” I asked.

  He paused, looking at me with a glance.

  “What are you doing here? Why do you ask?” he asked.

  “I’m just wondering. You don’t look so great,” I said.