by V L Moon
Frustrated by her refusal to listen and the unaccustomed dread lurking in his solar plexus, he reached up to grab her hands and tug them down between them. Conscious of the partygoers standing nearby, he tried to keep his voice low.
“I forbid you, rather Loz, to be out alone. In this form, you are restricted because of the image you must portray. If he learns your secret, the pressure to mate and produce an heir will increase tenfold. We must focus on the Nephilim and the safety of the enclaves. We don’t have time to play rescue the maiden.” A black cloud of foreboding fogged his vision. Sensations swamped him, fear, hunger, loneliness, betrayal, hurt, anger, all there and gone in a flash. It took a second for the fury roiling off the angel to register.
“You forbid me?” Red eyes replaced the dark chocolate. The angel was pissed and didn’t give a shit who heard. Malachi took an unconscious step backward. “Who the fuck do you think you are to forbid me anything?” Two small delicate hands gripped the front of his tuxedo jacket and nearly yanked him off his feet. “I go where I want, when I want.”
Malachi arched a brow and locked long fingers around slight wrists. “I. Am. Your. King. Loz.” He bit the words out, emphasizing each one. The red faded from her eyes and she ducked her head. Her fingers loosened from the material and she spoke in louder tone.
“My liege, I beg your forgiveness. The Elder upset me. I will do as you ask, please do not beat me.” The docile act did not fool him for a moment, but the breathy excitement on the last two words, that was all Laziel. He smothered the grin as gasps of surprise and outrage came from those closest to them.
“My darling female, you know I only use the whip when you beg me to. Now come, let’s get some champagne, we are here to celebrate.”
Glasses in hand, they watched the vampires and humans twirling and swaying from one side of the massive room to the other. The unease he’d experienced earlier throbbed back to life. Surely, the treasonous fool wouldn’t plan an attack at the ball. On the verge of voicing that question to the angel, he paused as a commotion near the entrance steps grew louder and diverted his attention. Not surprisingly, Darklon stood at the threshold arguing with the maggiordomo. With a show of fangs, Darklon wrestled the microphone from the human male’s hands and turned with a false smile full of benevolence.
“Ladies and gentleman, dignitaries of both races, it is with great pride, I introduce to you, Roman Di Sangue, my firstborn son and heir. Tonight, by majority vote, it has been decided that Roman shall be joining the esteemed ranks of the Vampire Elder counsel as Elder of the South American enclaves.”
A rousing cheer erupted from the crowd, but immediately quieted as Malachi’s flute of amber liquid shattered on the floor. Enraged, he failed to hide the vampiric qualities that perched him a rung higher on the evolutionary ladder than everyone else in the room. He glided through the crowd, making no sound. The chill of his anger cleared the way before him as humans lunged to escape his notice. Vampires froze unwilling to draw his gaze by chance. Red bathed everything, indication his eyes glowed a blood thirsty red. Fangs teased his lower lip.
The South American enclave was Mendeeto’s territory. Fear and suspicion warred in his gut. Something had happened; something he hadn’t been told about yet. He needed to leave, to contact Mendeeto. The Elder had declined attendance because he didn’t want to leave his son. Behind him, he felt the angel’s sorrow slam into him, and viciously shunted it away.
When he reached Darklon’s side, he held out a hand for the papers the Elder clutched. He didn’t need to read them. He knew who’d signed them, the ones loyal to Darklon’s camp. Electricity danced through his system. He could easily send the sheaf of white up in flames, but the gloating bastard before him would only have them signed again. A half turn allowed his eyes to sweep the gathered vampires. What the fuck was wrong with the lot of them? Could they not see the madness dancing along the edges of Darklon’s mind? Did they not wonder about Mendeeto? His gaze flicked to the son who stood stoic behind his father. Ignoring Darklon, Malachi took the arm of the new Elder and hauled him into the lobby.
“You had better pray I find you are not duplicitous in whatever has befallen Mendeeto. This appointment shall not be approved or even considered until I have full report on MY Elder’s status. If, by some chance you are to fill this slot, I hope you understand that an Elder’s responsibility is a massive one. I hope that you volunteered for the duties inherent in this position.” Malachi circled the younger Di Sangue. “You were elected to this Council without my knowledge which means you start out at a severe disadvantage. I trust very few individuals and by your actions, I distrust you immensely. A true male of substance would have made his intentions known to his King instead of sneaking in the backdoor on the coattails of his conniving, sniveling father.”
The young vampire’s eyes flared in anger.
“Do not make the mistake of underestimating me, young one. I am not the fool your father believes me to be. I tolerate him because his antics amuse me in the wee hours of the morning when I cannot sleep. His comedic relief is rapidly dwindling of late. Let’s hope, for your sake, you inherited something from your mother and are not a complete waste of my time.” Darklon gasped in outrage and Malachi swung his gaze to meet the older vampire’s sneering face. “You better pray, and pray hard, that whatever has befallen Mendeeto cannot be traced back to you. I will have your head and your heart placed on spikes outside my office if I so much as smell your taint.”
As he finished speaking, Loz appeared at his side, her long cape once again covering her dress. “Darling, I have an early meeting in the morning. Do you mind seeing me home?”
Knowing his temper wouldn’t last through the cover trip to the apartment; he pulled her hand through his arm and led her to the opposite side of the wide lobby. “I was hoping you would spend the night. I made private arrangements for the two of us.” He shoved open the door marked “Authorized Personnel Only” and ducked through to the stairwell. Down two flights of stairs, he hit the bar of another door and emerged into the cavernous central entrance to the Vatican Enclave. Free of human observation, he snatched loose the bowtie at his neck and shoved it in his pocket. The jacket came off next.
“Fucking son of a bitch.” Bile curled in his belly as he stalked through the nearly empty chambers. Loz trotted along at his side without a word. “I want to know what happened to Mendeeto. The South American enclave didn’t need a fucking Elder when I left here.”
His office door crashed open flung by his will. The computer hummed into life with a few flicked switches. Fingers flying, he called up his email. Tragic words and heartrending photographs filled the screen. Ice gushed in to smother the flames of his temper. Hollowness filled his chest. Mendeeto’s broken body filled the monitor’s face. Surrounded by dead Nephilim, the vampire’s head lay separated from his body. In the first picture his mate, Carmelishia prostrated herself over her male, her eyes turned to the camera ran red with bloody tears. The next picture broke him. The eviscerated body of the Elder’s two year old son disappeared when his fist crashed through the screen. Malachi’s roar shook the very foundations of the Vatican. The chandelier in the hallway chimed dangerously and dust rained down on the leather furniture.
“Malachi!” He spun around to see Loz, minus the cloak, standing behind him. “Remember the humans are still above us, the party isn’t over.”
“He killed an enclave to give his son a seat on my Council.” Thick with his growl and hampered by the extended fangs, his words barely made sense, but the angel understood him.
“I know. But if you attack him now, it will not serve the race. There are too many paparazzi above, too many dignitaries.”
Malachi sucked air between his teeth and moved to go around the angel.
“You are staying here Lachi. We will find release the way you always do.” Her nails bit into his hand hard enough to draw blood. She brought his arm up and sank her fangs into the flesh around the wound. The invitation in her eyes
leapt at him as she took a long draw of his blood. With great care, he worked his hand free of her grip.
“I need Laziel in my chambers.” With a slight bow, he willed himself from the office and took form in his private bedroom. Armani sailed into the corner discarded and forgotten before it hit the carpet. Drawers were yanked out and implements tossed onto the bed. Steady grumbling reached his ears and a naked Laziel stomped into the room.
“Laz get Loz, Loz get Laz, make up your fucking mind what you want vampire, I ain’t your damned private dating service.” Silver eyes gleamed dangerously, but behind the fury lurked the sorrow.
Malachi didn’t answer; he grabbed the celestial by the throat and threw Laz onto the bed. With a savage snarl, he pounced on his prey, his fangs sinking into heated flesh. He didn’t know what he bit, but he only managed a mouthful of crimson nectar before his back met the harsh concrete of the wall behind the headboard. His skull bounced jarringly off the rock. Blood pumping, he shook his head. Crimson eyes tracked Laziel. Anticipating the dash for the bathroom, Malachi lunged, catching the angel once again by the throat. They tumbled to the floor fighting for the upper hand.
A hard cock brushed Malachi’s cheek, the musky scent of Laziel’s arousal broke through for just a nanosecond. His vision cleared and the bulbous head of Laziel’s cock bobbed before him. He inhaled it. His jaw unhinged to allow the entire length inside. The thick head clogged his throat and reaching the broad base, Lachi sank his fangs into the angel’s sensitive scrotum. Hands that had been pushing him away, stroked over his ass and down his thighs before rising to lock around his cock.
“Are we fighting or fucking, vampire?” Laziel jerked viciously on Lachi’s swollen sex.
Lachi popped the celestial’s cock free of his mouth long enough for one word.
“Both.”
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CHAPTER NINE
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Highly aroused and bristling from the sexual energy brought about by adapting to another gender, Laziel’s body practically thrummed with need. Rapture unlike anything he’d ever perceived possible rushed over the surface of his flesh. Laziel’s nerves tingled from just the barest whisper of Lachi’s breath, ramping up the lust blistering through his veins. Lachi’s touch scorched flesh and the feel of his warm, wet hungry mouth devouring the thickly ridged head and length of his sex nearly sent the Laziel soaring over the edge.
Carnal moans permeated the air to blend with the decadent groans of euphoria escaping Lachi’s suckling mouth. The vampire drank deep, piercing the well of his angelic flesh again and again with the savage need to feed, and mark Laziel as his own. Laziel delighted in the carnally debauched way in which Lachi fed, yearned for it with a potency that slipped into the void of obsession. Laziel would never tire, never be sated of the desire that dwelled in his heart for this male, this vampire. Laziel coveted him, and accommodated Lachi’s need for pleasure and pain with his ability to withstand the vampire’s most immorally debauched acts of sadism while willingly feeding and bleeding for the male who’d stolen his heart.
Laziel’s back arched as Lachi struck again and tapped the rich flowing vein between his wide open thighs.
“Oh, fuck yes, Lachi. Deeper, please,” he pleaded as Lachi teased his hands up between his legs to cup the bloodied sac of angelic seed. The vampire rolled the smooth slickened globes between his fingers, and then squeezed hard as he gorged on the sweet, heady ecstasy of Laziel’s celestial blood. Lachi’s thirst combined into an all...out frenzy of lust, greed and an angered savagery that Laziel adored.
The clench of Lachi’s fist slipped up to coat Laziel’s cock with the secreted saccharinity seeping from his balls causing Laziel to cry out as Lachi tightened his grip and pumped him with avid ferocity and strength. His wings trembled at his back as his hands fisted tight, gripping the ebony darkness of the vampire’s hair. They threatened to erupt in a curtain of black satin feathers. Forcibly keeping them locked down, Laziel dragged Lachi’s blood drenched mouth up to meet his own starved mouth. The kiss wasn’t sweet; it was torrid, fast and dealt with blistering heat as fangs seared the succulent flesh of Laziel’s delving tongue.
With a swipe at his hand, Laziel loosened Lachi’s grip from the length of his shaft and shifted to place his legs over Lachi’s shoulders. He reached up and pulled the male down hard against his broad chest. Their mouths fused and stayed that way, even when Laziel grabbed at the vampire’s weeping sex and thrust it hard against the blood slickened opening of his waiting ass. “Show me how much you liked that fucking dress, vampire. Then fuck me and make sure it hurts like hell.”
The kiss broke apart. A grin of malevolent intent spread across Lachi’s handsomely chiseled face. The weight of its intensity brought Lachi’s eyes to life as they bore into Laziel, smoldering with need. With agile strength, Lachi glided his hands under Laziel’s smooth ass and lifted him clear off the floor. Laziel grinned and a deep and throaty laugh full of carnal want escaped his lips when Lachi placed him amongst the sumptuous mounds of pillows adorning the draped expanse of their four poster bed.
Keeping their bodies close, Lachi inched them up along the smooth satin sheets until Laziel’s back lay flush with the solid ebony wood headboard. He removed his hands from the angel’s ass to tug long muscular legs down around his waist. The vampire came to rest flush in between Laziel’s legs, trapping him against the headboard leaving very little room to maneuver. From the look on Lachi’s face, that was exactly what the vampire intended. Lachi sat back, the mounds of his ass resting on the back of his legs. He shuffled even closer before fisting a handful of Laziel’s waist length hair and pulling them together.
He growled, “I’ll do more than show you what I thought of that dress, and what’s more, I’ll make your punishment severe for being such a sardonic little tease. But then, you’d fucking like that, wouldn’t you, angel? You want me to hurt you and make you bleed for me as I fuck that tight ass?”
Laziel groaned as Lachi closed in and savagely explored every inch of his wanton mouth. His ass ground against Lachi’s thick shaft, making the vampire growl with impatience. And, when Lachi ploughed his fingers hard into the crevice of Laziel’s moist ass, he ground even harder, encouraging the vampire’s lustful ministrations with a whisper soft voice as he pleaded in the vampire’s native Italian tongue.
“Take me hard. Make me feel you, make me want...oh fuck, Lachi! Yes, my dark one, my beloved vampire; more I want more. Please…”
Lachi’s eyes widened as a string of accented expletives slipped from his mouth in a guttural growl. “I want to fuck you so hard, angel. God when you beg…with that beautiful mouth of yours in that way, it drives me fucking insane.”
Laziel gasped unashamedly as Lachi removed his fingers from the ring of his clenched ass. He moaned, missing the rough warmth that had filled him until Lachi’s full weight bore up and impaled Laziel with a frenzied thrust of his broad, slick shaft. “Oh cazzo, Azarian…si.”
“So tight. You’re always so God damned tight. I love this ass of yours, angel.” Lachi ground out pushing, Laziel further up against the ebony headboard. He moved his hands to use the wooden frame to its full advantage. Lachi’s spine bowed and his head reared back. He opened his mouth as the full unbridled length of his fangs descended, exposing the ferocity of the beast that lurked beneath.
“Release him, my vampire...I beg you.” Laziel pleaded again in Italian, but the words went unheard as Lachi’s swift attack took the angel’s breath away. Pain rendered him speechless as Lachi brutally entered him, thrusting himself fiercely up to the hilt of his heavy ridged cock and used his grip on the headboard to exact the punishing force that Laziel craved. Lachi’s hips pistoned. Drawing on a vampire’s ability for speed, he spread Laziel wide before him, thrashing into him at a frenzied pace before striking hard and penetrating the vein that pulsed along the column of Laziel’s throat.
The harsh sting of the bite soon turned into the hot rush of heightened pleasure.
There would be no whips, chains or devices of pain; Lachi was too far gone on the pheromones that exuded from the angel to care. Groaning with pleasure as Lachi’s mouth worried his neck; Laziel writhed hard into the vampire’s lap and rolled his hips to deepen the penetration to match each glorious pull from his neck. The room turned hazy as Laziel’s pleasure soared, but there was no escape from Lachi’s relentless assault. The vampire shifted his grip and brought his hands down under Laziel’s arms to curve up over the angel’s shoulders. He gripped hard, nails piercing flesh and retracted his fangs to invade Laziel’s mouth. Blood coated Lachi’s full lips and they shared his angelic essence between them.
With a growl, Lachi reared up onto his knees while he continued to pump into. Laziel shifted to accommodate and placed his feet on either side of Lachi’s thighs granting, his vampire the room he needed to increase the depth and speed of his plunging cock. Sweat glittered like beads of dew, coating their heated flesh and permeating the air with the sweet scent of their sex. Powerfully erotic and beguiling, Laziel knew his scent drove Lachi wild. Another frantic position change and Lachi held him aloft, cupping under his knees and slamming Laziel back against the ancient carved headboard. He rammed home his throbbing cock so hard Laziel’s spine bowed against the depth.
Still he cried out, “again, again.”
Lachi obliged, growling ferociously when his angel reached down and fisted the aching hard length of his own sex. Laziel joined in the chorus of blasphemous cursing as his thumb brushed over the highly sensitized head of his weeping cock. The tearing slit wept with seed, the perfume of which sent Lachi’s blood reeling through his veins. “Give it to me angel…give me that taste.”
Laziel sucked in air, body trembling from the onset of orgasm. He watched intently as he lifted his fingers to the vampire’s lips. Lachi took the taste of him into his mouth and licked Laziel’s essence from his fingers. The sight shot a bolt of desire straight through to the base of Laziel’s tightly fisted cock. His strokes turned feral and viciously fast as Lachi’s pounding thighs lost their rhythm. They both came amidst an orchestra of grunts, cries and warmth. Laziel’s body shook with such force that the bed moved with them as he released a thick stream of angelic seed, coating Lachi’s chest and abs. His muscles tightened when Lachi sent a wave of fire cresting up into the darkness of his slick cum filled ass. The vampire’s release sent a tornado of blistering wind around the room snuffing out the flickering candlelight and plummeting the room into a darkened void.