Raymond sat next to him. “What better place indeed? I shall find someone for us.”
Jonathan watched him leave and smiled. “I think I can like this place.”
Raymond returned with a woman for him and fed her the blood wine. He stroked her body bringing it to full bloom as her blood almost boiled with her want for him. Grabbing her breasts he wondered what Kenya’s a large full breast would feel like as they overflowed his grasp. He shook his head trying to stay in the moment. He could smell her want for him as he flipped her over taking her from the back.
That night he fed from several women, gorging himself like he never had with sex and blood. Each one he use in a different way, anally with one, he had one pleasure him orally before taking her, and one he spanked the whole time he took her, but nothing filled him. Something was missing.
He returned to Gothiem many nights in a row with Raymond, feeding, searching, and trying to find something. He was at a loss to what it was. Soon he grew tired of the whole scene and accepted Richard’s offer to start bringing women back to the apartment for him, but that left him feeling empty as well.
***
One evening he stood at the window looking out over Central Park when Richard returned from returning the women they had just fed from.
“This is not the first time I’ve seen you looking so melancholy, Jonathan. After a feeding you are usually much more energetic, but not here lately. What’s wrong?”
He sighed. “I don’t know, Richard. I’ve come to like this city of yours. I miss the warmth of Miami, but New York as an appeal all its own. I will miss it when I have to go to L.A.
He chuckled. “I think L.A. has a night life that is similar to New York’s, you will have no problem finding that true. Lord Nikolas wants you in L.A. to run your own coven. It is a great honor to be asked to do so.”
“Yes, an honor. It is an honor that I will have no one to share it or anything else with it would seem.”
He chuckled. “Ahh, and now we come to the problem. You have been here for nine months and you are no closer to finding a wife than we you arrived, huh?”
He left the window shaking his head and sat next to his friend throwing his head back.
“Not even your friend Kenya?”
Jonathan smiled at the mention of her name then chuckled. “Richard I haven’t even seen Kenya since that day at Club Rapture three weeks ago.”
“Does that mean you don’t want to see her?”
“No, it’s not that, but, well, Kenya and I are friends, Richard. That’s all.”
“And yet you smile at the mention of her name.”
He looked at him. “Kenya isn’t my type, Richard.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. She must not be attractive in your eyes.”
He put his head back again. “No, it’s not that. She’s very beautiful. In fact, she was more beautiful each time I saw her.”
“Oh, well, she must not share the same sexual appetites as you do. I know how important that is to you. It would definitely hinder a relationship with you.”
He leaned forward on his knees. “No, actually we have that in common as well. She was extremely attractive in her dominatrix outfit.” He smiled at the memory.
“Oh, then it must be that she’s a sheep. You definitely need a strong willed woman not someone docile and prim.”
“No, she’s very strong, a warrior in her own way.” He chuckled. “The first time I--” He stopped suddenly and looked at Richard. “Have been that blind, Richard?”
Richard chuckled. “Sometime what we really want is right in our face and we still can’t see it. You miss her and it‘s her that you want. Go get her.”
He leaned back on the couch and laughed. “Richard that might be easier said than done. I haven’t seen or called Kenya in three weeks, trying to talk to her is going to be a problem. She‘s going to be very angry and she is indeed a warrior; I have seen her in action. I’d hate for her to attack me,” he said with a chuckle.
Richard chuckled, too. “Yes, I’m sure. This may be the time for you to dig deep into your training to find the power of persuasion to ease her anger and win the woman you love.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, it would seem so. Thank you, Richard.”
Jonathan called Kenya and she reluctantly agreed to let him come to her apartment.
“Well, well, well, look who decided to come a callin’” Kenya said as swung open the door.
“I know, but before I say anything I owe you an apology.”
She stared at him for a moment with her lips twisted than turned on her heels leaving the door open for him to enter. “Ha! You better believe it, buster.”
He closed the door behind him and followed her into the living room. As she sat on the couch he looked at her with new eyes. She was beautiful and even more beautiful than usual today. She was sexy and seductive in her anger and again she looked different than when he last saw her. This time her makeup was very subtle with her lips being a bright wine color. Their lusciousness called to him, he wanted to reach out take her face in his hands and kiss them hungrily, but he knew they must talk first. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail again except this time it was so long it rested on her breast as she sat. He took a deep breath and sat next to her.
“Let me explain, Kenya.”
She wrapped her arms around her large breast and twisted her lips again. “Mmm hmm, go ahead, Johnny, explain.”
“I apologize for not calling you. My friend Raymond took me to a club called Gothiem and, well, I got stuck. It was very enjoyable, but I thought about you the whole time. I missed you.”
“You didn’t come here to tell me that crap, Johnny, and if you did you’ve wasted you time. Spit it out. If you’ve got something to say than say it. What’s really going on here?”
“Ok, Kenya, the truth. I came to New York to find a wife. I was here for eight months before I met anyone worthwhile and then I met you. Since meeting you I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you for my wife.”
“Really? Why would I want to be your wife, Johnny? You ditched me as soon as your boy Raymond came on the scene and showed you something new. Is that how it will be with us? As soon as someone comes on the scene with something new you’ll jump up and take off with them and kick me to the curb again? Call me crazy, but that’s not what I’m looking for, Johnny. Is that what you’re offering? Because you can take that offer and shove it up your--”
“Whoa, whoa, wait!” he said interrupting her before her anger hit full tilt. “No, that’s not what I meant. I wouldn’t do that.”
She calmed down and sat back again. “Mmm hmm, well, that’s good because I need more stability than that.”
They both sat staring at each other for a while before Kenya broke the silence.
“Look, Johnny, let me explain something to you. I’m a loner, I always have been. I live by myself. I don’t have any real friends to speak of and no family. When I marry my husband will be everything to me. He will be my friend, my lover and my family. I need to know that he will only be with me, only love me, only make love to me and be my best friend. Can you offer me all of that because I’m not settling for anything less. If you can’t, than we don’t have anything to talk about.”
Jonathan nodded. “I understand. I can give you all that, Kenya.” He moved closer to her and touched her face. “I can offer all you want and so much more,” he added touched her lips with their first kiss.
She smiled. “That was nice, Johnny. What else can you add to that?”
“I can give you eternal life.”
Her smile vanished. “Say what?”
He chuckled. “I can give you eternal life.”
“And how are you supposed to do that?”
“I’m a creature of the night. It is within my power to do so.”
“Hold it.” She put her hand backing him up. “What are you saying? You’re not, like, a real vampire? Are you?”
He nodded. “Yes, I am.”
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sp; “No way.”
“You don’t believe me?”
She laughed. “Nope.”
“If I prove it to you will you be my wife?” he asked with a sly grin
She laughed harder. “You know what, Johnny, you’re on. Go ahead and prove it to me.” Suddenly she grabbed her neck with both hands smiling. “Wait a minute, you’re not about to bite me, are you?”
He chuckled again. “No, well, not yet, anyway. We have to go somewhere for you to have proof.”
She grabbed her purse and her whip. “So, where to?”
He helped her into her coat. “We’re going to Gothiem.
Chapter Four
After a while they arrived at Gothiem. As they approached the door Jonathan called Raymond who met them there and he made the introductions.
“Kenya, this is the friend I spoke of, Raymond.”
She shook his head smiling. “Ahh yes, Raymond, my competition for your time.”
Raymond laughed. “Yes, the beautiful brown princess from Club Rapture. I see she has fire as well. Come, let‘s go to the back room.”
They followed him to the back of the club as he picked up two women along the way and a bottle of blood wine. They settled on the couch and Raymond poured the wine passing a glass to each woman.
“She won’t need any, Raymond,” Jonathan said taking the glass he passed to Kenya.
Raymond looked between Kenya and Jonathan and took the glass from him with a knowing nod.
“Why won’t I need any, Johnny? I could use a drink, too.”
“The blood wine is only given to those we intend to feed off of. It stops them from changing, heals their wounds and erases their memory of being fed on.”
“So, why not just give me the wine and feed off me?”
“I can’t do that. It’s forbidden to give the one you want for your wife the blood wine. It’s against our clan laws.”
“Laws?”
He chuckled. “Yes, Kenya, every society has rules and laws.”
She watched the other two women drink the wine. It took effect quickly as they let Raymond touch and kiss on them.
“What are the rules when it comes to a wife?”
“When you have chosen the one you want to be your wife, you can not use the blood wine to make her yours. She must give herself to you willing, come to you on her own.”
She nodded and turned to Raymond again. He had one of the girls on the floor in front of him with her face in his lap sucking his already hard lance while the other leaned toward him as he drank from her neck.
She turned back to Jonathan. “So, this blood wine of yours, it kinda works like a date drug, huh,” she asked in a teasing tone.
Jonathan laughed. “Yeah, something like that.”
Her smile vanished as she took a deep breath. “Remember when we first met, I told you I didn’t have a man because not many men can handle all this. Do you remember that conversation?”
He nodded.
“Do you understand what I was saying to you? Do you understand what you’re asking me now? What you’re getting yourself into by asking me what you’re asking me?”
“I do, Kenya, and I will be everything that you need and all you could ever want.” He moved close to her and kissed her softly. She accepted his kiss and melted into his embrace. When he released her, she looked at him quizzically and smiled.
“So, you’re really a vampire, huh?”
He returned her smile. “Yeah, I really am.”
“And I will be, too?”
“Yes, it will be as I said earlier. You will have eternal life. You will never age. You will always be as you are now.”
“Hmm, you sure you don’t want me to lose a couple pounds first before you lock me in place as is?” she asked with a giggle.
He chuckled and gave her another kiss. “Yes, I’m sure. I love you just the way you are.
“Good, because I wasn’t about to do all that.”
He laughed.
“Will it hurt?”
He grinned at her. “Only if you want it to.”
She chuckled. “Maybe not this time.”
Raymond stood to leave the room, leaving the women on the other end of the couch drained.
“Will I have to drink blood from women, too?”
“Only if you want to. I have been told Caroline drinks from men and women, whoever catches her eye, but yes. You must drink blood to survive, you must feed.”
She nodded. “Can I drink your blood?”
That sly grin was back in place. “You can, but only for fun, not for substance. We will share the same blood, so it will not quench your thirst for a feeding. We have to feed from humans.”
She thought over all he had said to her and turned to him with a genuine smile. “Ok, Johnny, do your thing. I trust you and I will be your wife.”
He returned her smile. “Excellent.”
He leaned forward and kissed her again then turned over abruptly. She leaned forward onto the couch with a small grin on her lips as he lifted her skirt over her wide hips. He smiled as he removed the tiny thong material and hurriedly pulled off his clothes. Rubbing her large round cheeks he sank into her with no resistance at all as they both sighed and the pleasure of it. Sliding in and out of her hot, wet canal seemed to feel better and better the more he did so.
He moved into a primal rhythm that she matched move for move. As the sensations built inside her she began bucking against him. He could feel her core squeezing his lance deliciously and milking him, seeking his very essence. It pushed him into a frenzied fervor. He grabbed her shoulders trying to shove as much of himself inside as he could, but she was up for it, meeting each trust with one of her own.
“Yes, Johnny! Do it now! Do it now!” she screamed as her release came upon her.
Jonathan grabbed hold of her ponytail and wrapped it around his hand pulling her into his lap as he sat on his haunches. Bringing her head back to him, he was drowning in the smell of her. The sight of her jugular throbbing with the blood that kept them from being one enticed him. He sank his teeth deep into it and drank the blood of life from her tasting the mix of pheromones and lust within it as she came.
She moved slower and slower in his lap as he drained every drop from her body until she stopped completely. Holding her limp body in place her released her and bit his wrist letting his own blood flow freely.
“Now drink, my warrior wife, so that we can become one,” he whispered as he placed his wrist to her mouth and let the blood pool into it.
The blood filled her mouth and slowly her hand moved to hold it there as she drank heavily. Having her fill she dropped his wrist and began moving again in his lap.
Jonathan released his hold on her and pushed her back over. “Now, my wife, I will give you orgasms as you’ve never had.”
She sat back up. “No.”
He stopped moving. “What?”
She slid herself off him and turned to face him smiling ear to ear. “No, my sweet, Johnny, allow me.”
She pushed him back and he lay back willing on his back and she quickly mounted him reinserting him inside her warm wet core. His stunned look quickly disappeared as his stared into her eyes and saw a new, but familiar fire burning there. He watched her snatching at her shirt, unable to remove it fast enough. Helping her pull it off, he captured one, then the other of her large lovely breasts as they bounced freely over him. He caressed and kissed each one as his warrior rode him hard and fast bringing him sensations he had never felt before.
He smiled. Everything he was told, everything he had heard it was all true.
This was incredible. Being with his wife was nothing like with a human. It was beyond incredible and yet they say it will get better than this. Was there anything better than this, what he was feeling now? As his mind went through all the questions his body moved to answer to his question. Suddenly his limbs locked in place and he exploded inside her, nothing short of what spontaneous combustion would be like. At the same time K
enya continued to grind him harder but as he exploded inside her it set forth a powerful orgasm within her own body that made her collapse on top of him when it was over.
After catching her breath she leaned up and chuckled. “Damn, Johnny, that was incredible. Will it always be like that between us?”
“It is said that it gets better with a mate of your own blood.”
“Better, huh? Well, I can get with that.”
He chuckled too. “I’m glad. Are you ok? How do you feel?”
“I feel great. So, now what do we do?”
“Anything you want, the world is our oyster.”
She smiled. “I want to see why you got stuck here for so long. Let’s go play with the natives.” She backed up and sat on the couch.
He laughed and stood up. “As you wish, my warrior wife.”
The End
Dana Littlejohn born and raised in Brooklyn, NY, but now calls Indianapolis, IN her home for over 10 years. Her love for writing started as a young girl in junior high school where she used to write an ongoing story in weekly installments to entertain her friends as they passed in around the lunchroom. She put her love for writing on hold to do the right thing by her family. In 2003 with encouragement from her husband, she picked up her pen again and has no intention on putting it down. To date she has written 3 full length novels, 7 novellas, 11 short stories and has had her stories in 2 anthologies. Keep an eye out for what she has coming next.
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Available at Red Rose Publishing:
The Dioni Chronicles:
Book I-Mikhail’s Hunt (available now)
Book II-Jonathan’s bite of The Apple (available now)
Book III-Sebastian’s Surrender (coming soon)
Hot Chocolate on a cold day (available now)
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