Prince of the Damned
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“Now cut yourself with your claw,” she says. I slow down, not sure I heard her right. I look into her swirling black eyes, her skin white as milk. She’s in full demoness form, too.
“Cut right here.” She touches my rib under my chest, and compels me to do it, running her power through my body.
I slash the skin with my claw, dark blood swelling out thickly.
“Ah,” she sighs, as if mesmerized. She grabs my waist and sticks out her tongue, licking the blood off the cut and looking up into my eyes provokingly.
This is it. There is no turning back. She’s taken my blood before, but things were different then, she was different. Now, in full demoness form, the blood of the King of Vampires will surely have a wicked effect on her.
She leans back, offering me her white neck, her jugular pulsing invitingly. For Christ’s sakes, I won’t be able to hold back. I try to, but she runs her power through me again and, since she’s had my blood, she’s already becoming stronger.
Before I know it, my fangs pierce the white skin on her neck, right into her carotid.
By God and all demons! My eyes roll back when the taste of her blood hits my tongue. The taste isn’t fleshy at all, but fruity and full.
I drink, slamming harder and harder into her. The sensation is exquisite. I swear to God I could keep feeling like this for an eternity, it’s exactly the sensation I’ve been searching for. Taking blood and pleasure from the woman I love with a force so wild it shuts my brain down completely.
Then something else happens. Something that makes my pupils become feral-like slits in the mirror—Ruxandra sinks her fangs into my throat. She is becoming a vampire and, judging by her moans of pleasure and how her body undulates under me, her full, leather-strapped thighs clenching around my hips like I’m her prey, I know she’s enjoying it big time.
I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation and the love.
We feed from each other and make love to each other at the same time, our heads into the curve of each other’s necks, the entire hotel resounding with our sounds of pleasure.
The Wicked
IN THE LUXURIOUS HOTEL suite opposite from the happy couple’s, the Wicked glares at himself in the mirror. Vlad Dracula and his demoness wife groan like beasts as they claim each other’s bodies. The Wicked grimaces, sinking his claws into his own hands, full of hatred.
The rabid vampire Gruia and his witch mistress Victoria failed their mission, while the Red Diaz vampires now bow to Lord Dracula as their king. If anything, the bastard now expanded his area of influence even more, as opposed to losing everything and killing himself, as the Wicked had planned.
But the Wicked always knew better than to go against Dracula with only plan A. Of course there is a plan B.
There’s a knock on the door, and he grins at himself in the mirror. His new target is here, someone close to Dracula’s softening heart, who’ll be his ticket into Dracula’s organization. As the Wicked stares at himself in the mirror, his face begins transforming into what it needs it to be in order to captivate.
The die is cast.
“Come in,” he invites.
THE END
Enjoyed Vlad and Rux’s story? Wonderful! Because there will be more!
To be continued with Tristan’s story in
The Forbidden Prince
(Coming Soon! 23rd of April 2019)
This was book four of the Dracula’s Bloodline series. Enjoy the first three books here, until the next one is ready for you:
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Prince of Midnight
Prince of Obsession
Prince of Blood
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