A Mate for Lazarus

by Charlene Hartnady

  “I’m a vampire, sweetheart.” His voice was deep and barely understandable between grunts. “I asked if you had stamina. I hope you do.”

  She couldn’t answer. Not when things were feeling too much, too sensitive, too over the top. “I can’t!” A shriek.

  “You will,” he growled.

  Chapter 12

  Lazarus could quite easily stay where he was for the rest of his life. Buried to the hilt in the tiniest, feistiest human female there ever was.

  She was his.

  It was a done fucking deal as far as he was concerned.

  Done.

  He’d never felt this squeezed, his balls were sitting in his throat and had been since he flipped her over. His flesh slapped against hers. His hard grunts and her whimpers filled the room. The bed rocked.

  “Jesus…oh…oh…” His vocal little human dug her nails deeper into his back. “I can’t…oh god…oh…I can’t…” Contrary to her words, she clung tighter, her legs gripped him harder. Her pussy strangled the fucking life out of his dick. She was so damned wet.

  “I fucking love your pussy,” he growled. The wet suction noises almost had him coming. Lazarus squeezed his eyes shut. He continued to fuck her hard and deep, maintaining an even unhurried rhythm.

  He knew his female also enjoyed a softer more tender touch. He kissed her neck, sliding a hand between them so that he could gently caress her clit in soft, tender strokes.

  Alexandra made a throaty, growly noise. “Oh yes…oh Jesus yes…I’m going to…” She groaned and he felt her pussy walls flutter. “Yes!” A louder shriek. “Oh hell yes…that’s it…that’s it…” She clamped down on him and he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming.

  He was making a horrible groaning noise. It sounded agonized because he needed to come so badly it fucking hurt.

  It was only as she began to come down, her pussy fluttering instead of clamping, that he gripped her shoulders. He picked up the pace once again, roaring as he felt his seed spill into her in hard spurts.

  Finally.

  At long fucking last, he buried his head into her neck and sank his fangs into her flesh. Not too hard, not too deep. She was a human. Not yet mated. Yet. He couldn’t wait until that day came.

  Alexandra sucked in a ragged breath, her body tensed beneath him. He knew that her eyes would be wide. She made a desperate whimper. Then he sucked. She let out what could easily have been misinterpreted as a hysterical shriek. Her harsh grip turned into a clawing session. Thank fuck for advanced healing.

  Her pussy clamped him so hard that it did fucking hurt but it was the best kind of pain. Her decadent essence filled his mouth. Warm and delicious. Addictive. Like tasting a sliver of heaven.

  Lazarus moaned as he swallowed. Her pussy released him just a smidgen and she sucked in a ragged breath but he didn’t give her a chance to regroup. This was serious business. He sucked again, harder this time. Her scream came out louder. Her whole body came up flush against him as her back bowed. Her velvet sheath squeezed him, ringing every last bit of seed from him in hard spurts that had his eyes rolling back. He swallowed. One more long, hard drink. She was feisty and strong. She could take it.

  Lazarus wanted her breathless, voiceless, legless. He didn’t want her to remember anything before this moment. He wanted to be sure that she would not be able to imagine a future without him in it.

  Alexandra fought him but she also pulled him closer. Wanting the pleasure but not sure how to handle the sensory overload. He only hoped and prayed that she would drink from him one day. The sooner the better.

  He retracted his fangs and licked at her neck while still moving with infinite slowness and infinite care. Alexandra fell back onto the bed. There were two small fang marks on her neck. They would heal soon enough.

  Her eyes were so hooded that they seemed closed. Her hair was plastered to her brow. Her mouth was gaping as she tried to catch her breath.

  Good.

  Lazarus stopped moving but stayed inside of her, he didn’t want to break away just yet. He swept the hair from her face, noting with satisfaction how deeply flushed her skin was. Her chest heaved. Her eyes fell completely shut.

  ****

  An hour later…

  Lazarus felt Alexandra stiffen against him. Her breathing went from calm and rhythmic to erratic and shallow. Her heart rate picked up. He pulled her more firmly against his side. The room was dark.

  “You fucked me unconscious…seriously?” Her voice was still thick with sleep. It held a rough edge. From the screaming, he had to suppress a smile.

  He made a sound of acknowledgement and kissed her neck.

  “Oh my god and you drank from me.” She giggled. “That sure was something.” A soft purr as she remembered the moment. Her first taste of true ecstasy.

  Alexandra raised herself onto an elbow. Her hair was a mess, wild curls about her face, even standing up at the top. She’d never looked more beautiful.

  “I’m going to do it again soon.” He kept his eyes on hers.

  She shook her head. “I don’t think humans were made to come that hard. You might just kill me but what a way to go.”

  “I went easy on you.”

  “You. Did. Not.” Her eyes bugged out of her skull.

  “I did. We will take it slow.” He smiled.

  She allowed herself to fall back on the pillow and huffed out a breath. “I never thought I would say this but we might just have to. My vagina feels pretty darned tender.”

  “We can’t have that. I will need to kiss it better for you.” He moved down her body, stopping at her plump breasts. They were amazing and so soft. Her areolas were wide and such a light shade of pink that they almost faded into the rest of her breast. Her nipples were a soft ruby and ripe as fuck. It was like they continually begged for him to suck on them.

  She giggled as he took one into his mouth, twirling the bud with his tongue.

  “That tickles.” She giggled some more as she dug her fingers into his scalp.

  Her stomach made a growling noise. He even felt the vibration against him. “Mmmmm…” Lazarus pulled away and raised his brows. “Someone needs to eat.”

  She stroked his hair. “I’m starving. Aside from missing both breakfast and lunch…I didn’t end up touching the sandwich you made me…that was some workout.”

  “Up.” He pulled the cover to the side. “Go eat.”

  She stood up, giving a big stretch. His eyes were drawn to her breasts…fuck…and then down to the soft fur between her legs…double fuck. His dick throbbed. Lazarus grabbed a pillow and covered himself. “Maybe you should get dressed.”

  She smirked knowingly. “Now why would I do that?” She pretended to stretch her hamstrings, giving him the perfect view of her still glistening pussy.

  Lazarus groaned. “Don’t tease, Alexandra. It’s not very nice. Didn’t your mother teach you better manners?”

  “Hey.” She turned. “That’s my line.”

  “Besides, you need to eat and rest a bit more. I’m going to have you again soon.”

  Her gaze turned heated. She licked her lips and nodded. She pulled a shirt out of her closet and pulled it over her head. It barely made it past her ass and her tight little nipples made sharp little points appear against the fabric. It was sexy as fuck.

  Lazarus pushed down harder on the pillow. Get a grip!

  She removed the silver lid and moaned. “It smells delicious.” Grabbing the plate and utensils, she sat down on the edge of the bed with the plate balanced on her lap.

  Even something as simple as watching her eat was a joy. Alexandra scooped up a forkful of lasagna and put it into her mouth.

  His mouth pulled into a grin as he watched her put an even bigger mouthful between her lips. She had to cover her mouth while she chewed because it was so full. Her cheeks bulged. She made these amazing sounds of rapture.

  Her eyes finally focused on him. They widened. She chewed quicker. Trying to clear her mouth. After swallowing, she h
eld the plate out to him. “Here.” She chopped a piece off with her fork. “Have some.”

  Lazarus shook his head. The last thing he wanted to have touch his lips was food. Nothing compared to the decadence of her blood. Nothing.

  “Not hungry?” She grinned. Her cheeks flushed as she obviously remembered how he’d drank from her.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever consume food again. Not after tasting your blood, Alexandra. I could live quite happily drinking from you and only you…pretty much for the rest of my life. I wouldn’t need anything else or anyone else.”

  Her cheeks flushed further and she began to play with her food. Moving it around on her plate.

  Fuck! He needed to stop saying things like that. This was moving far too quickly for a human. “I didn’t mean to say that…I…”

  “You haven’t scared me.” She chuckled. It was a deep throaty sound. “You said that you weren’t at all romantic or charming, well”—she paused—“for a vulgar, dirty talking vampire, I think you’re pretty romantic and there is definitely charm there.”

  He had to roll his eyes. “And I’m a cuddly fucking teddy bear.”

  “You’re never going to let me live that one down are you?”

  “I might let you make it up to me.” He eyed her half-finished plate of food. “Just as soon as you finish eating.”

  She grinned, looking up at him from under her lashes. “You’re going to wear me out.”

  “That’s the plan…eat your food, Alexandra.”

  Her eyes glinted as she piled her fork full. “That sounds to me like a challenge. You do realize that your cock will be worn down by the time I’m done with it. It will be about half the size and half the width…pretty much normal sized.” She laughed.

  He had to laugh too. “Let’s hope fucking not.”

  She pulled a face. “In hindsight, that wouldn’t be the best plan. I really like your gargantuan cock just the way it is.”

  “I wouldn’t mind if you tried to wear it down and...” He paused. “I’m glad you like my cock just the way it is. I’m kind of partial to it myself.”

  She laughed. “I might just die trying to wear that baby down.” With a hand to her belly, she pulled a face. “I need to pop to the toilet. My bladder is about to burst.” She put her plate down on the table and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Lazarus looked around her room. It was neat and tidy, the only thing out of place was what looked like a notepad open on her desk. A pen lay next to it. There were also some loose papers spread out around the pad.

  Lazarus couldn’t help himself. Surely if it lay open she wouldn’t mind if he took just a little peek. He removed the pillow from his still engorged cock, climbed out of bed and made his way over.

  Just one quick glance.

  His eyes widened as he began to read. Shit! What the hell was she thinking? Not a fuck! His heart raced.

  “What do you think you’re doing? That’s private.” Alexandra sounded panicked.

  When he turned, her hands were white knuckled on the door.

  “You’re right…it is private. You have no right to be writing these things.” He picked up the notepad. “What is this, Alexandra?”

  She shrugged. “You can see what it is.”

  Lazarus shook his head. “It’s a story…about us. About The Program. Fuck! What do you plan on doing with this? What the hell? I trusted you. Do you plan on using the information I gave you as well?” He tried to keep his voice even. Lazarus put down the notepad because he could feel it crumpling in his grip.

  She swallowed hard. Then she looked down at her feet for a few beats before her eyes locked back with his. “It’s exactly what it looks like. I’m a journalist…that is what I do. It’s what I was born to do. I need you to try and understand that.”

  “Is that why you are here?”

  “I told you I wasn’t going to lie and that I do want to be able to tell that story. I feel strongly that the world deserves to know. I think it would help your cause. Did you really read that? Because if you did, you’ll know that what I’m saying is true?”

  He felt everything in him soften and forced himself to take a few deep breaths. “It is not the story itself. Although I didn’t finish reading it, I can see that the story is good…it depicts us in a fair light. Our struggles, our hopes, our dreams…it shows that even though we are vampires that we have a human side…don’t you dare repeat that or write that down.” He sucked in a lungful of air. “My kings will never allow for it to be published. You are wasting your time…” He felt his blood run cold. “Wait a minute…you didn’t plan on publishing that regardless? Did you? That’s not what this is about is it?” He gestured between them. It would fucking kill him. Destroy him. Bring him to his knees.

  She shook her head and moved to stand in front of him. “No. I promise you that the story will never see the light of day unless I get permission. I’m going to try and get permission though and I want you to back me.”

  What the hell was he supposed to say to that?

  He was second in command of the elite team, part of the Royal guard, yet this tiny human in front of him was his future mate. “Do you agree to let this go if the kings refuse?”

  He could see the drive written in her eyes, could see the sheer determination. This was important to her.

  “I will help you. We can speak with them…together, but you need to let this go if it doesn’t work out. Promise me that you will not go behind my back?” He picked up the notepad. “If this got out…” Everything in him tensed. His heart clenched painfully in his chest. “You would be asked to leave.” Lazarus cupped her jaw and ran a finger across the full expanse of her bottom lip. “You are important to me, Alexandra. I have a feeling that you might be everything to me and I hope to be able to have the chance to become everything to you.”

  Her lower lip quivered. Her eyes glistened. Alexandra nodded.

  “I’m not moving too fast am I?”

  She shook her head and smiled. “I’m glad you understand. I’m glad you’re going to help me and I’m glad about the other stuff too.” She threw her arms around his neck and pushed herself against him. Lazarus picked her up and carried her to the bed.

  Chapter 13

  The next day…

  They went at it like wild animals all night long. Or at least it had felt like all night. They had sex after he found the notebook.

  Later, Lazarus had woken her up during the night. Technically, his tongue inside her vagina had woken her up. It was sinful and pure torture what he could do with his mouth.

  The guy was an expert at holding back his orgasm. It was something she had never experienced before. She could actually feel him shaking from the sheer effort and could hear it in his voice when he finally let loose and let himself go.

  He had bitten her again. Multiple-scream-the-walls-down orgasms had resulted. At least she had been expecting the spine tingling pleasure this time round. Someone had screamed for them to shut up. There was banging on the wall. None of it mattered. She found that she didn’t care, at least not in that moment.

  In the cold hard light of day, she felt like hiding. Her muscles were sore. She hurt in places she didn’t even know existed. Her vagina was tender. Walking like a cowboy was a new saying in her vocabulary.

  Lazarus had left just before the sun rose. He kissed her goodbye and told her that he would meet her at the event later.

  The event.

  She had no reason to feel nervous and yet, she was feeling sweaty with clammy palms. Her tongue felt like it was plastered to the roof of her mouth. Her lips felt dry.

  “Hey.” Sarah arrived minutes behind her.

  The guys were all at the front of the large room and both Zane and Brant were in attendance, as was Griffin. By looking at the guy no one would ever say that he was dead just yesterday.

  “Hi.” Alex smiled at Sarah.

  “Don’t look so nervous…you’re pale.”

  “You mean more pale than
normal?” Alex smiled and this time it was for real.

  “Well…” Sarah sighed. “My bags are all packed, but I really am okay with going home. There is of course a small part of me that wishes that things had been different.” She shrugged. “What can you do? It is the way it is.” Then she narrowed her eyes at Alex. “You missed breakfast. I heard that someone was making a ton of noise last night.”

  Alex lifted her hands. “Who me? No way. You heard wrong.”

  “I don’t think so. One of the ladies is right next door to you…” Sarah sniggered. “She said that aside from the screaming and the grunting, that there was a headboard hitting against the wall repeatedly. I think she may or may not have used the word marathon.”

  Alex felt her cheeks heat.

  “So the two of you are getting along?” Sarah grinned.

  She nodded. “It’s all going way too fast for my liking.”

  “That’s how they are though. Vampires know when they have found the one. Sometimes even immediately. It happened that way between Jenna and Gideon. The moment he caught her scent for the first time, he was tickets.” Then her eyes widened like maybe she’d said something she shouldn’t have. “I saw Jenna this morning.”

  “How is Gideon?”

  “What do you know about the whole thing?” Sarah asked.

  “Not much, just that he was injured. When Lazarus arrived at my room last night he was covered in blood.”

  Sarah nodded. “Lazarus is a hero. A real hero. Did he tell you that he stuck his fingers in Gideon’s wound so that he could clamp the artery shut and stop the bleeding?”

  “Really?” Alex could believe it.

  “Jenna was completely hysterical. Gideon lost consciousness and was pretty much bleeding out. As you know, silver is poisonous to vampires so if he had died then he may very well have stayed dead.” Her eyes were wide and she spoke using elaborate hand gestures. “Lazarus didn’t hesitate, just stuck his fingers in there, held on for dear life and Gideon is going to be okay. He still has to gain consciousness. Jenna is beside herself with worry.” The other female sucked in a deep breath. “According to the healers it could be another day or two at least before he comes around. You see he hasn’t been—”