Wicked Lord: Part One
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Fanton stood in the dark shadows of the room over the sleeping form of Beth. Her insolent brother sat guard outside the door. The fool completely ignored the courtyard doors. Fanton was not smiling, though; something was different about his little Beth, and he didn't like it. She lay on her back with the covers twisted about her waist, leaving only a thin night rail to cover her tits. He wondered how she could manage to endure the pain laying on her back in her sleep.
Yet the rise and fall of her large tits distracted his hand. He cupped one, feeling the fat globe. He was hungry, so famished that he felt weak from the loss. Sweet delectable Beth. His other hand reached for the mound of her other tit.
Beth saw the wildness in Trinity's gaze. He hungered for her with cravings that made her moan and undulate her body in sensuous invitations. She saw his tangled long, blond hair, deep penetrating eyes, and his hard jaw. He was so handsome … so masculine, he made her breath quiver with longing as she raised her breasts to his touch. He was harsh with need, twisting her nipples and making her cry out as she felt his hot breath against the column of her throat.
"What foulness has tainted my virgin!"
It was a snarled voice she feared beyond all else. Beth's eyelids flew open and she was staggered, as she'd thought she'd been awake with her eyes open and her fingers reaching for Trinity.
"Fanton!" she gasped, and before she could move, he leapt to straddle her body on the bed. He tugged her wrist to his mouth and she bucked her body beneath him trying to force him off her as she tried to jerk her wrist away from him. His irises flashed red, and she reacted to his attack crying, "No! No!"
"Why aren't you mesmerized to my will?" he demanded with harsh and wet hissing sounds around his teeth, which had extended into two long lances past his lips,
Beth tugged her arm with all her might. "Let me go!" she cried, wondering why she didn't scream.
A terrible sting penetrated her wrist. Now her mind screamed in terror, as Fanton hissed horrible vibrations against her wrist with his mouth. His entire body recoiled — one second he was on top of her, and the next he was halfway across the room.
"Foulness," he growled gutturally, like a beast.
She didn't wait to understand what he meant. Terror sent her running from the bed. Fanton was a vampire! Was she in a nightmare she couldn't awaken from? She pushed through the drapes to find the glass doors open to the courtyard. On bare feet, she stumbled past them, out onto the cold, damp tiles of the patio.
The word, "Bitch," whooshed through the air from behind her, back in the room, as she fled forward into the foggy night.
The long braid of her hair began to unravel as she cast her frightened gaze repeatedly over her shoulder. Was he following her? She couldn't tell, and it reminded her too much of the terrifying chase in the woods she'd endured just the night before. Her nightgown was not a garment to be wearing in the curling fog. It became damp and clung to her body as her bare feet ran onto the grass beyond the courtyard.
"Trinity!" she cried, terror-stricken that Fanton would attack her at any moment. That he would bite her again. However, she was still too weak and her lungs burned as her legs grew heavy. Fanton would catch her!
Fanton snarled as though he were a rabid wolf shaking his head at tasting some putrid meat. His spittle sprayed across the room with his gyrating head as his spine fell against the wall. He'd never tasted blood so polluted before that it made his insides twitch and shudder.
Something was happening to him. It was more than a bad reaction from blood. The same blood that used to be the sweetest virgin's blood. Then he saw it. One flash of memory. Blond hair, gore everywhere, and four vampires feeding.
Vampire's blood? He looked wildly about, clutching his throat. He'd tasted another vampire's blood. A much older vampire than he was. What would it do to him? His gut began to lurch in spasms just as knocking sounded on the door beside him.
"Beth, I heard sounds, are you all right?" Adam's voice called beyond the door.
Fanton hissed. He'd been ravenous, and he still was, beyond the cramps in his belly. Maybe fresh blood would lessen the abnormal reaction. His hand clamped over the lifting door latch, stopping its motion.
"Beth!" Adam's voice called.
Fanton could hear the blood pounding in Adam's veins. He'd never sucked the boy's blood … just the sister’s. Men made him feel inadequate, somehow. Women he could dominate. Nevertheless, his stepsister was rancid now and he would need a new source of fresh blood close to him. It made him feel more secure, having it close. He unclasped his hand from the door lever letting it lift as he ignored the strange tendrils in his chest and belly gnawing at him.
"Beth!" Adam exclaimed, throwing the door wide, and then rushing into the room.
"Adam," Fanton snarled, making Adam whirl to face him.
"What are you doing in here?" Adam demanded as he stalked up to him.
Closer, Fanton thought, come closer. Fanton whipped his arm forward, grasping Adam by the back of his neck, so surprising him he didn't think to resist. At first. Then it was too late as Fanton's hungry breath belched outward, crawling over Adam's startled face and Fanton's gaze delved into the depths of Adam's startled stare. A sigh released from Adam's lips, and then the stiffness in his neck melted away.
He really is handsome, Fanton thought, watching Adam's eyelids lower with a seductive tilt. Fanton caught Adam's half-slumping body with an arm braced across his back as his other hand pushed his chin to the side revealing the strong column of Adam's neck.
The first bite was crisp and raw as it surged into him. Virgin's blood. Fanton's eyes widened with relish as Adam's hands fisted in his hair and he moaned with compelling sounds. Fanton embraced Adam more, deepening the bite and draw of his lips. He was surprised to find his cock was hard as pretty, pretty Adam's neck arched to his feeding.
To be continued ...
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