Branded (An Otherworlders Series Novel Book 1)

by Lena Moore

Aliyah’s lips felt raw but she wasn’t about to stop kissing him; he was breathing life into her after all these years of feeling dead. Metallic laced with chocolate and whiskey spanned her palate. Draven’s blood. She pulled back as the room spun. Aliyah needed more of his life-force. She nicked his bottom full lip. The crimson liquid trickling out and Aliyah was momentarily captivated by it. Her tongue poked out between her full pouty lips and tentatively ran along Draven’s pierced lip. “Draven grunted, “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or felt, Snowflake. You can drink from me if you want. My lip will heal in a moment.”

  “We heal?” she breathed.

  “Yes, baby. And quickly.”

  Draven fell back on a bed with his arms enveloping her. Aliyah pushed up from him and looked around, revealing they were now in Draven’s room.

  “How do I make my fangs go back in? I’m worried I’ll hurt you.”

  Draven chuckled. “Believe me, you are hurting me and you’ve barely touched me.” He ground his concrete erection into her core, causing her to moan. “As a new vampire, you will have little control over your fangs initially. Your senses, emotions and thoughts are enhanced, especially during the transitional stage. If you focus all your energy you might be able to retract your canines.”

  Aliyah listened but wasn’t really focusing on Draven’s words. She’d never felt particularly brazen or debauched, however he ignited something deep inside her. Sure, it might be the transitional stage of her vampirism, but something told her it wasn’t. It was all him.

  Draven was impenetrably hard beneath her and Aliyah wanted to taste him, to savour him.

  Her canines grazed down his neck then along his chest right down to his pelvic bone, leaving behind a small trail of trickling blood before she lapped it all up.

  Draven shuddered, moans and gasps escaping from him as she moved down his body. “Fuck, Aliyah. What are you doing to me?” he said through clenched teeth.

  His eyes never once wavered from hers. Without breaking eye contact, she undid his jeans, palming him brutally through his briefs before releasing his cock from his underwear.

  Finally, Aliyah’s eyes left Draven’s, drifting down until she was met with his thick, long, veiny, beautiful cock. Her violet hues popped wide when she saw the metal bar in the top of his cock. He hissed, but didn’t say a word. Aliyah didn’t think dicks were pretty things. Draven’s just altered her perception. This thing needed its own fucking zip code it was that big.

  Aliyah’s mouth must have been hanging wide open because she felt the rumble rippling down Draven’s body.

  “Don’t worry, Snowflake, he’s happy to see you as well.”

  She slapped him on his abdomen. “Shut up, you cocky bastard.”

  His baritone laughter grew louder and she knew just how to shut him up.

  How the fuck am I going to fit that in my pussy, let alone my mouth?

  Summoning all of her energy, she focused on her canines and felt them retract. It hurt a little, but not as much as when they first elongated.

  With her fangs away, Aliyah was now comfortable to do what she’d been itching to do. Her tongue danced over the head of his cock and around the apadravya piercing. Already a small bead of pre-cum had formed. The laughter ceased and a hiss left his mouth instead. Aliyah drank him in from under hooded eyes, the taste of his pre-cum was a little salty and musky. She was hooked.

  Swirling around the tip, her teeth clinked with the metal balls of Draven’s piercing. She gripped his shaft tightly with one hand before her tongue floated down his length and back up. His hips jolted, leaving the mattress, and she smiled as much as she could with a mouthful of cock. Slowly her hand slid up and down his length while she focused her mouthy attack on the head. Draven’s head fell back on to the pillow his hand threading through her wavy locks. Aliyah moved down from the head to his balls. She drew one into her mouth and released it with a pop. She continued sucking on his sack like that for a couple of minutes while she stroked his length at a molasses pace.

  Aliyah felt empowered by how she was undoubtedly making Draven feel. His hips gyrated into her mouth and his grip on her hair increased.

  Removing her hand, she took as much of his cock into her mouth as possible until she gagged.

  “Holy fuck, Aliyah. You give head like a fucking champion. I’ve never been this turned on in all my life,” he confessed.

  His disclosure arced her on. Draven had to be at least nine inches in length and she didn’t even want to think about the girth. Aliyah wrapped her small hand around the base of his cock, squeezing hard as she pumped up and down. Her head bobbed up and down as she took him as far as she could. Even with her hand occupying the bottom of his shaft, the head of his dick still hit the back of her throat with room to spare. She was heady by the sensation of his silky length in her mouth and hands; he was going to break her, Aliyah knew it.

  She saw his abs contracting and stopped sucking but kept thrusting her hand up and down. “Fuck my mouth, Draven,” she moaned.

  Draven’s growl resonated right down to her dripping slit. He wound her hair around his fists and drove his cock so hard down her throat that she gagged again, making tears fall down her face. Amethyst and ruby red to violet hues, they maintained eye contact.

  Aliyah saw his jaw tighten as Draven ground out, “I’m cumming. Swallow every last fucking drop.”

  She tried to nod and failed as the hot cum hit the back of her throat. Draven held her head in place while he emptied out his thick load into her mouth. Aliyah curved her tongue around his shaft and drank up every droplet of his orgasm.

  He removed his hands from her hair and ripped her up his body. His mouth found hers in a frenzied kiss. Aliyah noticed that Draven was still hard as granite underneath her.

  “Fuck, I want to taste you so bad, but I need to feel you sheathed around my cock.”

  He snatched the pathetic excuse for panties from her pussy and slipped two fingers into her saturated centre.

  “Fuck me,” he hissed. “Your cunt is going to milk me dry, you’re so fucking tight. Let me feel you shattering around me, Snowflake,” he demanded

  He removed his fingers then thrusted into her in one motion, causing Aliyah to cry out in both pleasure and pain. His teeth were clenched, his fangs visible as he watched her through heavy lidded eyes. Draven pushed her back and lifted her skirt so he could play with her engorged clit. Aliyah already felt like she was going to explode and he hadn’t even moved yet, but she could feel his cock throbbing inside of her.

  Draven hitched Aliyah up slightly before slamming her back down. It was almost unbearable how full she felt, how she somehow needed more, ached for more of him.

  Slapping his hands away, Aliyah placed hers on his chest and rocked her hips back and forward. Draven’s moan bounced off his dark purple walls.

  His thumb found its way back down to her clit. He circled around her swollen nub and she detonated around his length. The orgasm seared her entire body from the inside out, with her vision phasing in and out as she screamed his name. Aliyah was certain the whole of New Orleans would hear her cry.

  “You’re going to be the death of me, Aliyah.”

  She smirked, “Not if I have anything to do with it.”

  Aliyah felt her gums tingled as her canines pushed through once more. The pain was tolerable this time, unlike the last. Her body was still quaking after the orgasm and her instincts begged her to sink her teeth into Draven’s creamy skin.

  “Do it. I can smell your desire. You lust and need to feed. I want to feel you take from me, I want to be the first man you feed from; fuck, I want to be the last man you ever touch again. Let your instincts guide you, baby.”

  With his cock still embedded deep within her, Aliyah leaned down, her canines scraping across his jugular vein before sinking deep into his neck. Draven moaned, his hand on her lumber holding her firmly in place as he started fucking her again, faster and faster. His blood was intense. It tasted like a drug she would n
ever have enough. Aliyah suckled, pulling on his neck, his blood dribbled down her chin. A kaleidoscope of colours ricocheted behind her retinas, with the impending orgasm violating her body. It was the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced until Draven’s teeth sank into her jugular. Her body soared once more, higher than before. Aliyah’s voice strained against her vocal cords as she screamed out Draven’s name over and over.

  Draven pulled back and groaned, “Such a needy cunt. I could live inside your vice grip pussy. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he roared before submerging his fangs back into her neck.

  Aliyah didn’t think it was humanly possible but she felt the familiar tingle in her core again as Draven thrust vigorously into her. She shattered around him once more, milking his massive length. Draven bellowed out his release. Over and over he cried out, Snowflake, until his voice was barely recognisable.

  They both lay there breathing heavily. Aliyah’s chest was sticky against Draven’s, the mixture of blood and sweat mingling between them.

  Aliyah knew she was fucked, and not just physically. She’d never experienced anything even remotely as intense or salacious until Draven. In the space of four days, her life had completely capsized. But, for the first time in her whole exisentence, Aliyah felt like it was right.

  “Slam the door then fuck me with it, Snowflake, that was—fuck—that was incredible,” he breathed.

  “Speak for yourself, good looking. You need a fucking zip code for that thing.” Aliyah felt his cock jerk inside of her and she shook her head.

  Draven laughed loudly. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Now go shower before my cock resurrects itself in your petty little cunt.”

  Aliyah giggled and hopped off him. Cum dribbled down her thigh and she’d realised they hadn’t used protection.

  “Wait, can vampires get pregnant?” she said, worried.

  “Yes. But only once a year. Don’t worry, you’re not shedding. I would be able to smell it if you were.”

  Aliyah released the breath she was holding and smirked.

  “What are you thinking, little one?”

  She simpered, then her fingers slid through the semen leaking down her thigh before bringing it to her lips and sucking their mixed arousals from her digits.

  Draven’s voice came out like gravel. “Run, Snowflake, before I throw you back on the bed and devour that pretty little pussy.”

  Chapter Eleven

  ~ Draven ~

  Holy shit, what was that?

  Ruminating, Draven, paced the kitchen after the most mind-blowing sex and feeding he’d ever encountered. Aliyah was still in the shower so he decided to make some dinner for the both of them and leave her to wash herself in peace, and avoid taking her against the tiled walls.

  He couldn’t focus on the task at hand; all he could visualise was Aliyah’s flush face with her canines elongated. Her body was a work of fucking art and Draven knew he would never tire of her. His thoughts kept circling back to what all of this meant. There had to be a greater plan at play here. There was no way Kaltemis would send Draven his perfect other half now if there wasn’t a reason. Shit, after 327 years on this earth, why now? More to the point, why Aliyah? That’s when the dubious ruminations set in. What if this was Nerferity’s work? What if this was all a malicious trick? Then what? Draven had to get his head back in the game, because doubting Kaltemis was how he ended up in that mess a century ago.

  He clenched his fists a couple of times and shook the questions out of his mind. Draven thought back to the last couple of weeks and how human blood wasn’t nourishing him any longer. That was when he realised his veins were no longer searing hot. Perhaps Aliyah’s blood was the remedy, he mused

  While he was cooking, he sensed the negative energy pulsating around the Quarter, more so than normal, which left an uneasy sensation in the pit of his belly. His mother was out there. Fucking Efah, why is she slinking around now? And what am I going to do with Jada and Gwent? She would definitely start sniffing around here when she realised Jadis was nowhere to be found.

  He was pulled from his inner dialogue by the fragrant scent that was undeniably Aliyah. The sweet chocolaty, vanilla and cinnamon aroma wafted around him as she strolled into the kitchen with a lopsided grin still on her face. Sitting down on the high back stool, she placed her elbows on the granite counter and looked up at him with her eyes twinkling.

  Draven chuckled under his breath. “Feel better, Snowflake?”

  “Much better. Thank you, Shrek. What’s cooking, good looking?”

  He shook his head at the cheesy line. “Homemade chicken parmigiana, chips and salad.”

  She moaned and he heard her stomach grumble. “You keep doing that and I’ll be eating you for dinner.”

  A pink tinge shadowed her face at his unashamed admission. She looked away, humming something under her breath.

  Draven left her to her thoughts and returned to his. He knew he would need to teach her the basics to feeding, which meant educating her on her transotic and watching her feed on a mortal. Internally, he fumed. The mere thought of her placing those lips on someone else made his veins want to erupt in—what was that—jealousy? The fuck? Draven had never been jealous in all his life, not even with Delilah. That wasn’t a good sign at all.

  “What are you thinking about, Shrek? You’ve got a massive scowl on your face,” she said matter of fact.

  Draven forced a smile. “Nothing, Snowflake. I was just wondering if I should take you out and teach you how to use your magic to feed on a mortal, or whether to stay in for the night and work on this Jada shit. Is there something you wanted to do?” Draven secretly hoped for the latter.

  “Hmm, no, not really. I think you should work on Jadis’s case. Oh, except I was curious about feeding? When will I need to next?”

  “You’ll be alright for the next couple of days at least. I usually feed daily. However, I can go without for a while if need be.”

  “Oh ok. Shrek?”

  “Hmm?”

  “How long have you been a vampire?”

  Oh fuck, the question he’d been avoiding. “Can we revisit this soon? When I’m thinking straight, because I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”

  Something flickered in Aliyah’s eyes. Choosing to ignore it for the time being, he waited for her reply. You’re a weak bastard, Draven Savage Sangue.

  He offered her a smile before turning away, sitting down at the table and pulling out his laptop. He booted it up and heard Aliyah’s stool scrape against the floor as she left the kitchen. Draven hoped she wasn’t annoyed at him for deflecting from her question.

  He stared into the nothingness; his mind wasn’t on the prize. The motherfucker zigzagged like a damn obstacle course.

  In Draven’s line of work, he needed to be extra cautious; because frankly he didn’t know what nut-jobs he would be dealing with. For that exact reason, Draven always had his VPN hidden, that way he was untraceable. He’d managed to find a way onto Midnight Mayhem’s mailing list and private web page recently, so he thought the best place to begin would be there.

  Scrolling through the web page, he noticed the club was renowned for swingers, BDSM frequenters, and a place for fangers, aka mortals that willingly offered their blood to supernatural beings. And of course other extreme fetishes for people to fuck around with. The upstairs organisation housed many different rooms to cater for their guests, as they were referred. If Draven hadn’t been knee deep in shit, he’d have definitely given the club a crack.

  A notification bubble popped up on the bottom of the screen, signalling he had a new email. Ironically, the email was from Midnight Mayhem.

  Late Notice to all you freaks of The Quarter:

  Myself and the lovely crew over at Midnight Mayhem were feeling a little deviant tonight. We’ve decided to host a masquerade party—starring YOU! Yes you reading this email. All beings invited—excluding mortals.

  What you need to do;

  1. Wear something sinfully seducing
or dashingly depraved.

  2. A mask is a necessity, without one you won’t be allowed access.

  3. Bring this email.

  4. Be ready for some down and dirty, nasty, but salacious experiences.

  Doors open at nine pm.

  The crew at Midnight Mayhem xx

  Draven jumped up from the chair, causing it to scrape against the concrete floor.

  “Aliyah! Where are you?”

  “Huh? I’m in my room, why?”

  Draven moved around the room until he stood at her door. “Can I come in?”

  “It’s your fucking house, dickhead.”

  He shook his head and opened the door. “Still feel like staying in? Or you want to come undercover with me?” Part of him knew he should probably keep her shielded, but the other half of him wanted to show her what it felt like to live as a vampire.

  “What do you have in mind?”

  “The club that I’ve seen Jada and Gwent at, well, it’s hosting a masquerade party. I have to warn you though, it’s basically a fuck fest. Shit, maybe you should stay with Jadis instead.”

  “Oh no, you don’t get to do that.”

  “Do what?”

  “Tell me what the fuck do. Plus, it will be an interesting experience for me, and maybe for you too if you’re lucky.” She winked.

  She fucking winked at him. He felt his pants becoming uncomfortably tight at the thought of fucking her in front of people in the club. Draven always had an exhibitionist streak, and it seemed that maybe his Snowflake wasn’t so pure.

  “Fuck. Don’t look at me like that. Have you got anything to wear? I quote what the email said: something sinfully seducing or dashingly depraved.”

  She doubled over laughing, “Honestly? That’s what it said?”

  “Yep, Snowflake, I shit you not.”

  Aliyah grinned. “Go get dressed, sexy ass. I’ll meet you in thirty minutes.” She shooed him out of her room.

  Draven walked to his room to get ready, aching to see what she had in store for him.

  Twenty-three minutes and forty-seven seconds later, he walked out of his room in tight leather pants and an open leather vest showcasing his magnificent ink and hard body. Surely that was dashingly depraved, right? He’d waxed his dreads and wore his usual skull rings and leather band around his wrist. That’s all they were getting out of him.