by Lena Moore
Jadis’s fist clenched then unclenched as her teeth ground together. She was going to detonate. Draven jolted upward and sat down next to her, placing his arm around her shoulder and squeezed.
“Don’t let them win, Jadis. You are a fucking badass, and you deserve more than that cunt Gwent could ever give you. I’ve always hated that weasel. As for Jada, she will get hers, I promise,” he ground out. “I feel like I’m missing something though, like there is a puzzle piece out of place. There is something more sinister operating in the shadows, I’m just not sure what. Oh, and speaking of shadows, I had a run in with some demons last night.”
“You what? What the fuck happened, and how the fuck are you here instead of tearing apart New Orleans like the last time the darkness crawled up your ass.”
“Aliyah. She pulled me out.”
“What? How?”
“You know what happens to me when the darkness strangles me from the inside out. I was out of control, Jadis. I fucked up, too. I had Aliyah around the throat. She talked me down, more like gasped me down,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fuck, I could have killed her, J.”
“But you didn’t. What did the demons want?”
“Aliyah. This voice, it came out of nowhere. He knew all about me, and also Aliyah. He said that she can’t hide from him, that the darkness is in her blood, that he will always be able to find her. What the fuck does that even mean?”
Jadis moved out from under Draven’s embrace. “Remember when I entered her mind? How Aliyah and I flew apart? I sensed something dark, but I was unable to find the source. Maybe it was how diminished my magic was at the time, or perhaps that something didn’t want us to know what it was.”
“Fuck, this shit is doing my head in. How am I to protect her if I don’t know what the fuck I’m protecting her from? Thank the Goddess you put a cloaking and protection spell on these spaces down here, otherwise we’d be royally fucked. Like up the ass with a cactus and no lube,” he groaned.
Jadis laughed. “We will work this out, and we will get to the bottom of this crap with my sister. For now, you need to focus on keeping Aliyah safe, alright? There is something really special about her.”
“Don’t I know it. If you need me, don’t hesitate to call me, ok?”
“Ok, now piss off.” She chuckled.
Draven walked the short distance to his lair, his mind spinning with possible outcomes. He imagined if the demons had managed to distract him long enough without him noticing, Aliyah may have been taken. The bile churned in his guts. He needed to figure out what the fuck was going on in New Orleans, because his existence suddenly sounded futile without Aliyah in it.
He opened the door to his place with his mind swimming and her scent almost knocked him off his feet.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Snowflake,” he growled.
Chapter Fourteen
~ Aliyah ~
Aliyah lay on Draven’s couch in a white dress with her legs spread, manipulating her clit. She had sensed he was returning and wanted to give him a show. She was hot, needy and hungry. And she thought that this was the best way to get his attention, because Lord knew she couldn’t voice the words she needed to say to him.
Draven walked through the door. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Snowflake.” His growl reverberated throughout the lair. “I fucking told you that next orgasm was mine. Do you like playing with fire, girl?”
Aliyah couldn’t work out whether she felt turned on or belittled by his comment. Until she looked down and saw his raging hard on.
Her head fell back and she moaned, dipping a digit between her slick heat. Aliyah’s hand was yanked from her pussy.
“What did I just fucking say? That orgasm is mine!” he roared.
Aliyah pouted up at him and thrust her hips toward Draven. He towered over her on the couch, his dreadlocks fanning out around his chiseled cheek bones and hard jaw. He had one leg propped between her thighs, the other on the floor holding his weight. His hand encompassed both of Aliyah’s wrists, holding them above her head, his fangs at full length revealing just how turned on he really was. He dragged his knee closer to her opening, applying a little pressure.
“You want to cum?” he inhaled. “Your plump pussy is weeping, sugar.”
Aliyah whimpered, the words locked in her throat.
“You’re going to need to use your words,” he leered before sliding a digit through her honeyed folds. He toyed with her pussy lips, avoiding the Holy Grail, the one place she felt needed his rough touch.
She peered down at Draven’s track pants hindering his massive cock. Aliyah wanted to reach out to touch him but her hands were still restrained. Instead, she pleaded with her eyes.
“Uh uh, I don’t fucking think so, baby. You’re going to need to use that pretty little sassy mouth I hunger for so damn much. Tell me what you want,” he urged.
Her face felt hot and she knew she was blushing something fierce. How could she utter those words to him? Draven looked down on her, his face kicked up at the sides from the depraved smile he wore. He was enjoying this. The fucker.
He resumed toying with her, sliding his skillful hand through the seam of her pussy. Pushing her lips apart, he thrust two fingers inside of her. Aliyah’s mouth parted, she cried out from the invasion. His fingers stretched her as he scissored them slightly inside her clenching walls. She felt so full with his digits embedded inside of her, but she wanted more. Aliyah needed his big fat cock seesawing into her hard and fast, bringing her to the precipice of euphoria, a thin line between bliss and insanity. Because that’s the way this big fucker made her feel all the time.
He hooked his fingers and massaged her g-spot. Aliyah moaned something incoherent even to her own ears. Draven’s body shook above her. His silent laughter raking through his body, she scowled up at him. Fuck, maybe this wasn’t the best idea you’ve ever had, Parker.
Aliyah’s plan was backfiring on her. She’d wanted to seduce the fucking and feeding out of him. Instead, she failed to realise that Draven was always the one in control; he took the reins and made that sleigh his bitch. That realisation excited her, frustrated her, and scared the piss out of her. She was Aliyah Selene Parker. She didn’t need no man to be a dictator of her own future. Yeah, right, really looks like it.
Her hips jutted upward into Draven’s finger fucking onslaught. He pushed her tummy down into the couch so she couldn’t chase the orgasm she so desperately needed.
Aliyah was close to climax. She convinced herself if she could somehow fool Draven into thinking she wasn’t ready to explode, he wouldn’t notice and she could shatter then suck his fingers dry. Aliyah slowed her breathing and attempted to stay as still as possible.
Draven’s touch turned ruthless. His fingers stroking every inch of her walls and just as she was about to splinter, he withdrew his fingers on a growl.
“What the fuck, asshole!” she screeched.
“You think you can play me, little girl? Think I won’t feel your needy little cunt clutching around my fingers? Aliyah, baby, I know your body better than you ever will. I can play your body like the fine-tuned instrument it is, and I don’t need a conductor to navigate my movements. I own you, Snowflake, you just need to accept it,” he deadpanned.
“I am not your fucking property!”
Aliyah was now teetering between angry as fuck and horny as hell. She didn’t know whether she was coming or going and somehow Draven always managed to do that to her.
“It’s cute that you think you have a choice,” he jeered. “Enlighten me, Snowflake. Do you feel my blood pulsing through your veins? Do you still feel the way my cock felt buried deep inside of you? How my fangs felt drinking from you? And tell me this: am I the only thing you fantasize about when you play with your tight little hole?” he crooned.
Aliyah’s pussy dripped like a damn faucet just from his words alone, but she was too angry to give him what he wanted, or so she told herself.
/> He cupped her snatch, causing her to jump. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll leave you alone. However, if you admit that you crave me just as much as I do you, then I’ll give your hungry pussy the release it needs and more,” he growled. “I won’t ask you again, Aliyah. I will walk out of here, leaving your pussy aching and wanting. You can rub one out, but I guarantee that it will never satiate the throbbing between those delicious thighs. What we have goes far beyond physical and you know it.”
Aliyah felt hot. The whole room crackled with electricity and their combined energy. It was enough to make her heady. She was such a stubborn shit. Regardless, she knew Draven was right. Even if she told him to fuck off, which the egotistical side of her wanted to, Aliyah knew the orgasm she’d give herself would never shine a torch on the way Draven lit her body.
She closed her eyes, breathed out and internally gave herself a pep talk: you need this, and he’s the only one that can dull that unrelenting ache. Let’s be honest here, Parker, there’s no one else you’d rather have pummel your brains out anyway. So much for the pep talk.
Aliyah’s jaw clenched as she opened her eyes. Draven’s amethyst and ruby red eyes were watching her intently, waiting for her to deliver the blow.
“You’re a cocky bastard, Shrek. I wish I could tell you that you’re wrong and to get the fuck off me.” She sighed. “I can’t because you’re right.” Aliyah thought she’d take a page from his book and feed him his own medicine. “Let’s not get hasty about who possesses whom, though. You know the way my pussy sheafs your beautiful dick as you barrel into me relentlessly has your mind spiralling just like mine. The way my walls grip down on your shaft as I shatter around you, Draven. You need this just as much as me. So, I think even if you wanted to you couldn’t walk away from me either. Now fuck me like you hate me or get the fuck off me.”
“You’re a fucking brat, and I know you know this,” he groaned. “First things first, I’m going to feed on that hungry little kitty of yours. Don’t fucking move, Aliyah, otherwise you won’t be cumming.”
Draven didn’t waste any time. He ripped her white dress in half and took her nipple in his mouth, releasing it with a pop as he tugged on the hoop. Aliyah chanted his name and some inconsequential shit. She watched under heavy lidded eyes whilst his fangs left a bloodied trail as they scraped along her torso before latching down and sucking on her belly some. Her hips bowed off the bed as he travelled lower until Draven reached her saturated pussy. He dipped at least two fingers in and moaned, “So fucking wet. You’re so ready for me, Snowflake.”
Aliyah felt Draven slide his tongue up the seam of her pussy before drawing a circle around her swollen clit. She cried out and threaded her hands through his thick dreadlocks, pushing his head harder into her snatch. Aliyah barely heard his chuckles whilst he licked her. She thrusted her hips into Draven’s mouth as his tongue fucked her hole fiercely, his fingers stroking that tight bundle of nerves deep inside her canal.
“Oh fuuuc—Dra—Fuck yessss, that feels so fuuucckiing good,” she crowed.
Aliyah looked down and saw his mismatched irises’ on her, fucking her soul just as he did her body. And she thought to herself for the second time that she was well and truly screwed.
Reaching up, he pinched her nipple then removed his mouth from between her legs. “Cum for me now, Aliyah!” And just as the storm barrelled in, Draven bit into her femoral artery and drank from her.
Draven’s moans amplified her orgasm. With his fingers still pumping into her, she screamed out his name over and over, her body shuddering and convulsing around his fingers. The room was swimming with colours: bright reds, oranges and yellows. Aliyah didn’t get the chance to catch her breath before Draven slammed into her. He anchored her legs over his shoulder and pummelled into her like a madman possessed on the highway to hell. Aliyah’s body still reared from the orgasm he’d just gifted her with, but that didn’t stop her core from clenching unexpectedly, ready for the next one. Aliyah’s violet hues never left Draven’s. She watched him underneath her heavy lashes, his jaw ticking and the vein in his neck pulsating. She was mesmerized and hungry.
“You’re hungry?” his voice came out gravelly.
She nodded once.
“Use your fucking words, Aliyah!” he boomed.
“Yes, I’m hungry.”
The pang in her pussy throbbed painfully. And something told Aliyah she wouldn’t be able to climax until she tasted him.
“Good girl.” Draven offered her his wrist.
Aliyah’s fangs elongated and closed down on his radial artery.
“Fuck, Snowflake.”
He hissed as she moaned, feeling the blood leak from her mouth.
Draven reached down and squeezed her clit together with his index and thumb. Aliyah’s mouth snapped open, releasing his wrist as the orgasm travelled down her spine and fisted her from within. She locked back on to his wrist and the drunken carousel feeling overtook her once more. She felt Draven smash into her unremittingly, her tits jiggling and almost slapping her in the face with the fierceness of his thrusts. He stilled and his body shuddered as her pussy pulsed down around his throbbing cock, milking him for all its worth.
“Fuck,” Draven’s forehead rested on hers, their sticky blood and sweat mingling together as they both came down from the euphoria they’d just experienced.
Draven climbed off of her slowly and padded to his bathroom. Aliyah didn’t move a muscle because everything hurt from how hard he’d fucked her. When he walked out he smirked while holding a bowl of water and a washcloth.
“I take it from that lopsided grin and that cloudy look in your gorgeous eyes I did something right,” he chortled.
“Mmmhhmm,” was all Aliyah managed to say.
Draven’s body vibrated as he leaned down between her legs. The laughter dissipated. She took in his form; something wasn’t right.
“What’s the matter?”
Draven seemed restless and fresh sweat dotted the top of his brow. “Nothing. Let me get you cleaned up,” he clipped.
He washed her gently between her legs, the white washcloth turned pink from the mixed blood and semen before he rinsed it out and stood up.
“I need a shower. I’ll come find you later.”
With that he walked off, slamming his door. The room shook in its wake, mourning the loss of his presence just as she already did.
She grabbed the throw rug from the couch and covered herself up. Before she drifted off to sleep she couldn’t help asking herself if she’d done something wrong.
~ Draven ~
What the fuck just happened? I fed from her femoral artery and didn’t even realise that I was doing it. Draven masticated over what just transpired between Aliyah and himself. What they had was an electric, mind blowing, magnetic off the chart connection. He’d never experienced anything like this, not even with Delilah. Maybe that’s what made this whole thing bittersweet. It took Draven feeding from her femoral artery to trigger the memories of Delilah, his sweet Deedee.
Draven and Delilah had been together for twenty three years. They were madly in love and happy. Draven was one hundred years old when he fell for his bombshell, Deedee. Delilah was a pure vampire, and although Draven had mixed blood, his was still the more powerful of the two. Her blood was sweeter than any fruit he’d ever tasted, and she was stunning. She stood six foot tall, dark curly hair hung resting on her shoulder blades, and the most intense, vibrant, purple eyes you’d ever seen.
“Dravey baby, where you at?” Delilah hollered down the hallway.
“I’m coming, woman, what do you need?” he said as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. The vein thrummed beneath his lips causing his dick to jump in his pants, he grinded his length into her back.
“Stop it.” She swatted him. “We have things to settle for the wedding. Remember, it’s tomorrow?”
How could he forget this damn wedding. It was doing his head in. He really didn’t give a fuck about having the who
le shabam. He just wanted to be able to call her his, Mrs. Delilah Sangue. It has a ring to it, he mused.
Draven pushed off her and groaned, “Yes ma’am.”
“Pick one of these colours.”
“Why?”
“Just pick one! Damn it, Draven, why must you be so difficult?” she huffed.
He chuckled under his breath. “The dark red, why?”
“It’s for our bedroom.”
“You know I don’t care about that shit, whatever you want, do it. If you’re happy, I’m happy.” He wriggled his eyebrows at her.
“Seriously Draven, must you always be thinking of getting your hands in my damn panties?” She tried to hide her smile.
“You love it, baby. Don’t play hard to get, you know that turns me on.”
“Fuck off,” she giggled. “Now go to Dolph’s like we planned. You’re not supposed to see me before the wedding.”
Dolph was Draven’s best friend. He was part werewolf, part vampire, and his best man. He knew better than to question her, so instead he shook his head, kissed her pouty lips then slapped her ass and walked off.
Little did he realise that would be their last kiss goodbye.
Draven snapped out of his stroll down memory lane before it sucked him in deeper. He couldn’t comprehend the guilt he harboured. It’s not like he’d been unfaithful to Delilah, and she had been dead over two hundred years. Draven tried to convince himself that he wasn’t the cause of her death, but deep down he would forever blame himself for her demise. If he didn’t have a soul sucking, vindictive demon for a mother, then perhaps Delilah would still be here today.
He felt a sense of grievance in his statement, but it wasn’t for Delilah, it was for Aliyah. If Deedee was here today, would he have met and fell for Aliyah? Or would she have slipped right through his possessive fingers? He didn’t want to anticipate a life without her. Aliyah was his, whether she realised it or not. That stubborn girl had his nuts in a twist. Why the fuck won’t she just admit she wants to be with me? Draven knew he would never take no for an answer with her. Kaltemis didn’t bring them together for shits and giggles, surely. His world toppled on its axis when he first sensed her. When he finally laid eyes on her, all the stars in the universe aligned. Damn, he sounded like a pussy.