The gift of me.
That was why.
Lucius had said some beautiful things to me in the past but I was startled with the knowledge that the most beautiful of all would come from his Demon.
But now, I felt my body being shifted forward and Lucius’ gentle voice was at my back as he said,
“Time to let me in, pet.” So, I shifted forward with his help and then once he too was sat in the bath, he guided me by the shoulders until my back was flush with his chest. Then he playfully tugged at my wet top and teased,
“Bathing whilst dressed, how very old fashioned of you.” I would have chuckled had my mind not been weighted down by all the emotions I clearly didn’t know how to process.
“Hey…” Lucius called now turning me to face him and the second he looked down at my face he knew something wasn’t right.
“Sweetheart…” Yep and this was all it took! Just hearing this sweet endearment was all that was needed before I opened the gates and let my own Demons out.
“I am so sorry!” I shouted and threw my arms around him as the tears started to flow.
“Amelia, why…why are you sorry, sweetheart?” he asked, his tone worried and above all sincere.
“I swear I didn’t try and steal it this time, I don’t even know how it happened! One minute we were watching Indy kick ass in that temple and then I was in bed with you. I don’t even know how I got it, or where from! And then I was on the rooftop garden from my dream…but I swear, I swear to you, Lucius, I wasn’t trying to run, I wasn’t trying to run from you…I promise you!” I said in a rush and he just silently let me until it was clear I had said enough. Then he pulled the back of my head to his chest and held me there before he told me tenderly,
“I know that, sweetheart. None of this was your fault, I know this…” He said this last part in a whispered promise before telling me,
“But I have to confess, that hearing it from you warms my heart.” I then pulled back and he let me look up at him before he used both thumbs to wipe away my irrational tears. One hand in particular now back to being covered in leather.
“I love you,” I told him making him take a moment to close his eyes before he demanded in a strained voice,
“Say it again.” So, I crawled further up his bare chest, kissing my way up his skin from where he had been holding my head and said more firmly this time,
“I love you.”
“Again,” was yet again his firm command.
“I love you,” I said this time with a smile in my tone as I reached his neck, kissing my way to his jaw.
“Again,” he gritted out and this time I reached up over his lips when I whispered,
“I love you, Vampire.”
Then he crushed his mouth to mine with a possessive hand at the back of my head, holding me captured to his lips. Our kiss was one of pure desperation this time, as the only time we broke our connection was when my top was dragged up over my head. This before being tossed back in the water with a slap. At the same time my hands were busy freeing my legs and once they were, I sat astride Lucius with the aid of his hands gripping my hips. This meant that we both lowered me down after I first took hold of his hard length in my hand, lining him up at my entrance.
“You’re fucking mine!” he growled, swiftly impaling me down on his cock. The reaction to this was simultaneous as we both sounded out our pleasure at the connection. His on a hissed curse and mine letting my head fall back to groan at the ceiling. Then I started to move my hips, something his hands on my ass encouraged with each lift as I took him inside me over and over again. My cries of pleasure growing louder and louder the more my orgasm built. Because like this, he was so deep, oh so deliciously deep it was almost too hard to take. But even this thought ended in driving my lust to maddening depths, as I wanted to be used by him. The thought of belonging to him, his plaything, his lover, his pretty doll he called Goddess, all of it I fucking loved! And because he knew it, knew this dirty side to my lust, he added to it by nodding down to my breasts before demanding,
“Offer yourself to me,” he all but snarled and again the order only managed to sink me further into his sinful domination of my body. Enough that I did so without making him even wait a second for it. Now reaching down to cup my breast with both hands and like he said, I offered it to his waiting teeth.
I felt the sting instantly as he started biting it, rolling it in between his teeth and just before it got too much to bear he would soothe the sting with a roll of his tongue. This before sucking me in deep. This combination continued as did my riding on his cock, which unsurprisingly meant it wasn’t long before I was throwing my head back and coming over his shaft. My core contracting around him as I lived and breathed through the waves of pleasure that assaulted me.
Gods, it was nothing short of glorious!
But then Lucius hadn’t yet finished with me and cared little for the mess we were making in his bathroom as small waves crashed over the end of the bath, splashing onto the floor. No, now with my body near spent of energy, I was left with nothing but pleasure and the need to hold on. Lucius then tore his mouth from my nipple before snagging me at the back of my neck, to yank me hard to his lips, first for a demanding kiss and then for something more. He then fisted my hair and tugged my head to one side roughly, telling me on a growl,
“I fucking love this soul I own!” Then his fangs emerged, no longer slow and in a show of strength but one of desperation for his next meal…me. His head disappeared into my neck as he buried his fangs there, and I was crying out at the rush of sexual energy the act forced me to endure. He sucked harder and harder all the while still pumping his cock into me, but before long, even this it wasn’t enough, for he still wanted more.
I knew this when he grabbed my ass with both hands and stood, walking me now through the water towards the wall at the far end. Then he pushed us both through the waterfall until we were both against the wall. And now being firmly trapped between his solid frame and against the smooth rock at my back he was free to power into me with greater speed. This time he removed his fangs from my neck and pushed my breast up as far as it would go so he could get his feast from somewhere else. He then sank his fangs around my nipple, and started sucking harder at what blood he could get.
The rain of water over his shoulder, along with the feel of his cock stroking my every nerve that mattered and powerful pain at my nipple, Gods, but it was intoxicating! To the point I nearly feared what was coming, for I knew it would be almost too much to bear. It felt as if it had the power to tear me apart and break me beyond repair.
But then his roar came in the form of a demand,
“You will come! Come for me…COME FOR YOUR MASTER!” his demonic bellowing was enough to allow myself to get past my fears and let go completely. I did this to the deafening sound of his own powerful release and this time when I screamed my own, I did it with his name coming from my lips,
“LUCIUS!” And at this I came and came and continued on and on, until I didn’t think it would ever stop. It was like a continuous motion and the only thing keeping it going was Lucius and his control over me and my body. It was only when all motion stopped and I felt myself relax in his hold to the point I would have drowned had he not been holding me, for I had no strength.
This was when we both knew that he had taken too much from me, but I didn’t care. Not after what I had just experienced. The fucking Heaven of it all! And not when I felt his hand soothe back my hair after first bringing us back through the waterfall.
“Gods, I love you, Amelia,” he whispered down to me and then without even having the strength to open my eyes, I felt his wrist for the second time tonight being pressed to my lips,
“Now drink, my love.” I did as I was told, but to be honest, I had little choice when I felt his thumb pull down at my chin making my mouth open so he could fill it with his lifeblood dripping straight past my lips. I drank him down, swallowing as he fed me his blood, doing so now to make me stro
nger. And all the while praising me for being his good girl. For drinking down his blood like he wanted me to.
And suddenly through the haze, that was when it hit me. What the witch had meant.
Why my blood had affected her.
Because it wasn’t just my blood was it?
No, it was the…
Blood of Kings.
Chapter 27
Blood of Kings
A little time later and I was being placed down on the sofa wrapped in a fluffy black bathrobe by Lucius. He originally wanted to put me in bed. But after a little shake of my head, telling him without words that I wasn’t ready for that, he understood. Especially as I knew what was coming. He didn’t say it, but I knew just from the hard lines of his jaw that he was about to tell me something he didn’t want to.
So, I beat him to it, making it easier on him.
“It’s okay, I know you have to go.” His gaze softened and he lowered to one knee before me, reminding me of his demon earlier. Both of which were a powerful sight to behold, for a powerful being like Lucius, well he didn’t kneel for just anyone.
“Tell me that you want me to stay and I will,” he said fervently bringing his forehead to mine, holding himself there for long seconds.
“You need to go and be king,” I whispered back knowing it was true. His people needed to know what had just happened. Orders needed to be given and demands needed to be made.
After all, Lucius was King, and I knew this. A role that, unlike many foolishly believed, wasn’t an easy one. Your freedom came secondary to your people and your needs were often left behind in the shadows of others. I had seen this too many times before when growing up. But I had also learned from it the strength that a good soulmate could provide. Even in just a knowing nod granted from my mum, that said so much. It said, ‘go on and be king, we will still be here, loving you as you are.’ Which helped soothe the soul of any guilt that I knew my dad had, more often than not, felt to his core.
So right now, it was what Lucius needed. And after all, he had put me before all others by giving me what I needed first…his care. That in itself I knew was huge, so this was the very least that I could do in return. Even though I knew that with only a word from me and he would have stayed.
So, I let him rise to his feet without a word of protest and I watched as he was about to pick up the damn box from the table. One that he intended to take back to wherever it had been before I had unknowingly stolen it. This was when I stopped him.
“I would like to examine it again, if you don’t mind.” He raised a brow at me in question, so I told him,
“The witch, she said something, and I know it’s probably nothing, but I just wanted to be sure I hadn’t missed anything.” Lucius looked unsure at first, making me ask,
“Can anyone get to me in here?” And it was a valid question as the witch had been powerful enough to make me take the damn box to her and right under Lucius’ nose, which I know must have been a blow to his ego.
“No, I have taken precautions against it happening again, as for anyone getting in here, it is impossible,” he said sounding certain and rightly so, annoyed at it being able to happen at all.
“Then it should be okay…right?”
“Alright, I will leave it for the moment, but only for you to examine…yes, Amelia?” I nodded knowing what he was secretly saying, behave and don’t get into trouble. And really could I blame him?
“I won’t be long and have stationed my people at all exits that surround this part of the castle, they won’t enter unless you permit them to…okay?” he told me in a serious tone.
“Okay, so scream if I’m in trouble and then shout, ‘welcome in’…got it,” I teased.
“Amelia.” He hummed my name in soft reprimand and I said,
“Aww come on, if I don’t make jokes then I will cry and if memory serves me right, I already did the girly crying thing already.” At this Lucius gave me a gentle smile before coming back to me, granting me a kiss goodbye on the top of my head.
“Go on, honey, I will be fine, I promise. Now go and be your kick ass king self.” Now at this he really grinned, and he tipped my head back so I was looking up at him. Then he caressed the backs of his fingers down my cheek and told me,
“You will make a fierce and glorious queen, Amelia…” Then his hand trailed away, and I was left to watch his back as he walked away. Then I watched as he released his wings, this time with his angel on glorious display. For now the demonic skin stretched between taloned fingers was replaced by the burnt sunset colours of the phoenix coating every one of his feathers.
But just before launching himself up to into the air he looked back over at me and finished that sentence, shocking me now to my core with…
“My queen…when I soon make you my wife.”
I don’t know how long it was I sat there for, still staring at the place he had been standing when he told me that he intended to soon make me his wife, but it felt like an age ago. Had he been serious? I mean, in a relationship it surely wasn’t a usual thing for the man to joke about that type of thing…was it?
“Oh, Gods, Fae, what are you even thinking!” I said scolding myself aloud. For starters, this was Lucius we were talking about, so I think it was safe to say that all normal relationship rules went up in a puff of smoke and sucked out the window.
But marry me?
Did this mean what he had said at the side of the road had been real?
“Okay, time to focus here Fae, starting with the box that is constantly trying to get you killed, kidnapped or most definitely injured,” I said talking to myself as I often did when I was alone.
So, with this in mind, I picked up the box and like I always did, ran through all the obvious text carved there and all the text that whoever had made it had tried to keep hidden. It was like a network of information you couldn’t really see but knew was there. All of it interlocking and telling a story, but only when read in the right order and well in this case, there was what looked like a million ways to tell it!
Or more like in our case, a warning needing to be told.
It spoke of what lay inside having the power to destroy all Vampire life, that much had been clear enough to read. But with that also came a million questions. Like what did it mean, was there some kind of weapon inside or was it like the ark in Indiana Jones that basically killed everyone who looked at it?
(Conveniently, so Indy didn’t have to)
But most importantly, what was it that the witch had spoken of, about blood. She had said that blood had to be paid to all of us and I wondered now if she had been referring to Lucius. Maybe to the blood he gifted when making one of his turned. Did she believe his blood was owed? Owed to who, to all he had turned?
But wait, that wasn’t right, for what had been the actual words she had used…
That blood will be owed to us all.
Not all of us. So, what if she hadn’t been referring to Lucius at all, but what if she had been referring to the box or more like what the box could give them.
Had we all gotten this wrong?
What if the box didn’t take the life of Vampires but in fact was the only other power on Earth that could gift it as Lucius did? Gods, but that would mean that anyone who had the box also had the power to build an army of rogue vampires!
But then what was the proof, other than the twisted words of a desperate witch? A witch who had reacted that way to my blood. Now why had she done that? And what had she called it?
“The blood of Kings.” I repeated on a whisper as a sudden and crazy thought came to mind and before I could stop myself, I snatched the box and ran to the kitchen.
“Oh, this is bad, this is bad…” I muttered as I wrenched open the drawer and was now faced with a blade in every size. So, I tried not to think of Lucius’ warning for me to be good and grabbed a large kitchen knife, holding it steady.
“Not a good idea, Fae…most definitely not a good idea,” I said before closing my eyes
and suddenly slicing into my palm, gritting my teeth against the pain as air was sucked through them. This before I could chicken out or convince myself further on just how bad of an idea this was.
“The Blood of Kings,” I said again, and then without pause I grabbed the box, coating it in my blood and holding on as it started to shake in my hold as it had done earlier.
So, this time I said again, only more forcefully,
“Open for the Blood of Kings!”
And this time…
It opened.
To be continued…
Book4
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