by Claire Marta
Even through her wretchedness, her hips tilt in an instinctive response to ease the ache I know it invokes. The throbbing constant neediness between her legs.
Placing my palms flat on the chilled surface of the wall, I cage her in, drinking in the sight of her total desolation. “I’m the heart of darkness, Emma. This is my world. The one you wanted to be part of. Welcome to damnation.”
Emma’s bottom lip quivers. “I didn’t want this.”
“Too late now. There is no turning back.”
Metallic, the strong tang of blood drifts into my nostrils. I know my beloved has smelled it too, from the transformation from grief to alertness that transitions over her features.
“Do you feel the hunger? Does it burn your throat? Shred you apart with its need?”
She nods, pupils dilating with a demand of something I know she will not be able to control. An emptiness that will eat away at her until it becomes an endless torture.
Pushing off the wall, I stalk toward Charles, still hanging in his chains. “The only way to appease it is to feed.”
Clutching his short brown locks, I force his head back, exposing the muscles of his corded neck.
He whimpers pathetically with an elevation of primal fear. All courage dried up with his logic and self-control.
I run my nose along Charles’ throat. His musky scent is strong with a hint of aftershave. What pumps in his veins beneath, I know is something that will satisfy my love. The urge to bite down is almost overwhelming. But this tender morsel is not meant for me.
“Emma.” Stepping back, I offer her my hand. “Dragostea mea, it is time for you to take your place at my side.”
“No. Vladimir please, you can still let us go. We won’t tell anyone what you are. I promise.” Trembling, she backs away only to be stopped from fleeing by Sara.
I’ve already sentenced her. She will forsake the warmth and light of the sun. Death will not touch her.
“This woe is fucking me attitude doesn’t suit you. Now obey me.” Compulsion thrums from my every word.
Blue eyes dull as Emma’s will is taken over. I feel not one ounce of guilt. Whatever vow I made to myself not to coerce her was null and void the second I learned of her bloodline.
“She’s lovely, Master.” Sara marvels, brushing the length of the entranced woman’s hair over one shoulder.
“She must drink to become one of us fully.” Stroking my fingertips down the length of my beloved’s arm, I link my fingers with hers.
Tugging her forward, I position her to my liking. Standing before her ex-lover, her pert breasts beneath the blouse she’s wearing rub his bare chest.
He watches her with a searching look. A stream of distorted sound erupting from behind his gag, he twists in distress.
Gently cradling the back of her skull with my hand, I urge Emma forward until she’s inches before the trembling male. “Charles betrayed you. He doesn’t deserve your tears or love. All he is now is food.”
Clutching his shoulders, she pulls herself closer.
I know she can hear the drumming of his frightened heart. A thudding that will call to her.
Nuzzling the soft flesh of his neck, she parts her lips, grazing her teeth along his skin.
“That’s it. You’re hungry. Listen to your instincts. Give in to them like I know you want to,” I encourage.
Her pink tongue darts out, tasting his pulse throbbing in the vein. Mouth trembling, she nips and sucks, not yet breaking through to the sustenance beneath. Emma’s eyelashes flutter down as she closes her eyes. I sense the predatory nature shifting into place. Rising and washing away rational thought.
Charles’ breathing is ragged with excitement. Cock thickening between his legs, he rubs himself suggestively against her.
Emma strikes in response. Newly formed fangs extending, she sinks them into his yielding flesh without indecision or reluctance. His scream of pain morphs to pleasure. Small hands creeping up, her fingers tangle with mine in her victim’s hair.
She’s ravenous. A newborn vampire with a vivacious appetite.
“Drink. Take what you need and grow strong.” Other hand moving, I rest it on the nape of her neck and caress. In the throes of blood-lust, she’s even more beautiful than I’ve ever imagined.
Emma continues her suction, draining him of his vital essence. She’s beyond reason. What drives her now are predatory urges.
Charles sags in his bindings. The rosy color of his skin leaches away, leaving him paste white, lips tinged blue.
Hearing the last straining beats of his failing heart, I tug her free before it ceases.
Crimson smears her chin and cheeks. When she looks up at me, her eyes sparkle with a renewed vigor that steals my breath.
“Vladimir.” Emma’s whisper is soft and breathy. “I love you.”
Plundering her mouth with my own, I taste the blood of her dead lover. There’s no resistance. No more hesitation. This woman surrenders everything to me. It’s the sweetest submission.
Triumph races through my veins along with the heady fresh plasma. She loves me. A monster. With everything I have shown her, all the horrors and depravity she had beheld, Emma’s adoration is a true gift.
“I need to have you now,” I tell her, breaking away from the heated kiss.
Sara, who’s been watching in silence, moves to aid me. With eagerness, we strip Emma of her clothes and underwear. My love watches us with a passion filled gaze.
Undressing quickly, I scoop her up, lowering her to the stone floor.
“Make love to me,” she begs, arms beckoning me to join her.
Crawling between her open thighs, I can already smell the sweet aroma of her need. Finger skimming to her pussy, her wetness drips onto my hand. I imprint the moment to memory. Savor the victory and all that is to come.
Trailing my touch to her arse, I cup and massage, spreading her wider.
“Join me in immortality, Beloved of my heart.” Thrusting forward with my hips, I claim her in one hard, fierce thrust.
Emma cries out. Arching into me, she loses herself in the rhythm of my violent fucking. I show her no clemency. Driving into her over and over, knowing this is to be our destiny.
I growl with every movement, her pussy tightening around me the harder I go.
She succumbs to pleasure first. Falling into ecstasy, she screams my name.
Sara grasps her wrists. Holding Emma’s arms down above her head, she keeps her pinned.
She knows what comes next. Our prey is blissfully unaware of what awaits her.
Licking her lips, my bride leans down to the object of my lust, taking her mouth with her own. They moan in unison.
Slowing my thrusts, I admire the way both women kiss with abandonment.
Emma is ready.
Inhibition’s low, I pull to her like the moon to the tide.
For one brief moment buried in the pleasure of her body, I recall the happiness of the past life we once shared. I imagine her bathed in sunlight, leaning back in the long green grass. The blue vibrant blooms she had loved so much decorating her hair. Blue eyes smiling up at me as she’d opened cherry lips to whisper I love you.
My love.
My heart.
Elizabeth.
Taking Emma by the throat, I feel her pulse leap under my grip.
Confusion darkens her lovely eyes. Questions swirl in the wide depths.
Drawing the knife up from its hiding place, I waste no time plunging it through her ribs into her fragile chest. Shoving it deep, I map every emotion that flashes over my beloved’s face. Shock, denial, pain, then comes sadness.
Epilogue
Admiring the moonlight from the window of the bedroom, I stalk toward the stairs, knowing all that I desire is on the levels below. The sultry heat of the Madrid night does little to warm the coldness of my skin.
As ever, the business meeting I attended this evening went well. The companies I was after acquired. Even though I have the means and money to live a th
ousand life times over, I do not like to stay idle. It has benefited my position in the Hellfire Club. Dorian, my old friend, was more than happy to accept my membership. Seeing faces I thought were lost to me was an evening that bought an abundance of delight. A new chapter in my immortal life has now begun. With it a new drive and purpose.
The house I’m renting lays in silence. A place outside the city, away from the hustle and bustle. Secure and impenetrable, it’s the perfect haven during the light of the day. Somewhere where we won’t be interrupted in our honeymoon pleasures and pursuits.
The Van Helsings have become the hunted. It has become my mission to wipe every last one of them from existence. Never again will they threaten what I love. Piece by piece, child by child, they will be cursed with an unnatural death at my hands. Whether they know of their legacy or not, they have all been condemned.
Taking the steps two at a time, I hurry to the rooms below. Hearing feminine sounds of enjoyment, I follow where it leads. Finding a door ajar, I pause to watch my love.
Emma’s excited gasps fill the air.
I know she’s never felt so alive. Ironic when she’s now the living dead. Dying in my arms had been a necessity for her to be reborn in darkness. Death had given her up to me the moment her heart had stopped beating from the damage my knife had caused the night I had embraced bringing her into my world.
This has become her everything since she joined me in immortality. Free of her mortal chains. Her body has awakened with pleasure just as mine has. A slow burn which will just grow in intensity. One I know she doesn’t want to stop as the hunger drives her being a fledgling vampire. In time she will learn patience and control. For now, I allow her to indulge her impulses.
Grinding her center down on the male lap she’s seated on, she moves her hips frantically. The friction of the cotton panties she wears against the expensive trousers will be a delicious stimulation against her clit. At this rate it won’t take her long to find a release. One which she always craves above anything else.
A muffled groan escapes her companion. Beneath her his hard cock strains below his zipper. He wants her. They always do.
It’s better when they’re willing. Just how my love enjoys it. This fool was stupid enough to think he could corner us. A hunt with no idea of who he was dealing with.
Clutching the spread of his powerful shoulders, she rocks herself faster. Head thrown back, her eyes flutter shut as she focuses on her womanhood, which at this second I sense had become the center of her universe. As the sensations build, her chest heaves with her exertion. Back arching, Emma tenses with a shudder as an orgasm overwhelms her.
“Yessss!” The word escapes her in one long moan. With a sigh, she lets the brief euphoria take her all the way to heaven and back.
Behind the material of the trousers, the man’s cock pulses, still eager for his own yet not quite there.
A coy smile stretches Emma’s lips. She won’t allow it.
He won’t get what he needs. Not with his hands bound. She’s become a little vixen since I turned her. Gone is the awkward shyness she had once hidden behind. Now she is bold and outspoken. Taking what she wants from this ever-lasting life we lead.
They’re still unaware of my presence.
I don’t want to steal this moment from her.
My beloved is even more beautiful and brighter now. Her skin alabaster, the onyx length of her hair softer, sleeker. The wondrous blue of her eyes shines with an unearthly vibrancy. She’s breath-taking. A predator finding her place in the world. My counterpart, as well as my Queen, among her peers.
Scooting back, she eagerly unzips him, curling her fingers around his hard shaft.
Another groan, which sounds more like pain, flees his lips but is muffled by the gag that is secured in his mouth. Moving her hand up and down his length, she begins to work him.
He’s close.
It’s obvious from the way the turgid rod jerks in her palm.
Emma has been an apt student. Not only in the art of killing but also in how to wring every last drop of pleasure from her prey. I’ve found she enjoys playing with her food first. A cat tormenting a frightened mouse.
On a strangled cry, the male form tenses as the seed in his balls races upward. As thick jets of semen spew from the man’s engorged dick, Emma leans sideways to avoid it.
Bending to the left, she reaches out with her free hand. Touch connecting with what she’s seeking, she draws it toward her. Bringing it up, the human is completely unaware of her intent.
As the blade of his own hunting knife cuts through his exposed neck still bared in his throws of passion, she smiles in sick excitement.
He barely struggles. Such an expert at this now, she knows where to slice to bring the best results. In a steady flow of crimson, his life’s blood drenches the white t-shirt that covers her along with the front of his own clothes. Leaning closer, she covers the wound with her mouth.
Emma’s moan is the most wonderous sound. I never tire of hearing it or watching her feed. Even though she’s fed tonight, it hasn’t stopped the greedy minx from sampling this human who was sent to do us harm.
Muscles twitching and spasming, it doesn’t take long for his eyes to grow dull. All the while, Emma sits watching.
Blood. Warm and wet, it coats her skin.
Rubbing the crimson between her fingertips, I see her marvel at its sticky texture. It fascinates her. That this liquid pumps its way through the human body with the beat of a heart. That we feed on their life-force so we may flourish and thrive.
“Are you having fun, dragostea mea? My beloved. Keeper of my heart.” Even now after all these months, she has power over me she’d doesn’t yet fully realize she wields.
Startled, her head jerks to where I linger hidden by the door.
“Vlad! I thought you were out.” Sliding off the corpse, which is yet to grow cold, she pads toward me barefoot.
“My meeting finished early.”
I observe her with brown, intense eyes. Eyes which can spear their way into the blackest recesses of her mind. She cannot hide anything from me. All is laid bare under my power. Everything she has become belongs to me. Emma is one of the most resilient creatures I’ve ever known. The memories of three lifetimes reside inside her. She remembers being Elizabeth and Mina, three women merged to make someone very unique.
Drawing closer, she halts just before me.
Instead of embracing her, I continue to stare unblinking.
Biting her lip, Emma raises a hand to my face. The blood from her victim still decorates her flesh in a splash of red. I can tell she’s gauging to see if I’m angry that she’s started without me. Not that I am. Her hunger is still fresh. In vampire years, she’s still a newborn babe and her appetites will be fiercer for a time before she has more control.
“Taste it.” Placing a digit against my cruel sensual lips, she caresses gently.
On an exhale of breath, I part them to accept her offering. Sucking it into the cavern of my mouth, I let her feel the way my tongue sweeps its way up and down her finger as I clean it.
Emma’s eyes darken with need. One that only I can fulfill. Never in a million years had I thought that this beautiful woman could love a monster such as me. Yet here we are. Monsters together now. Mates. She has embraced my darkness and made it her own. Reveled in it with a passion that matches mine. We are perfect for each other. Two twisted sides of the same coin.
Coiling my fingers around her wrist, I tug her up against my chest. It turns me on seeing her covered in the blood of our enemy. As she smiles up at me, the cute points of her fangs are visible.
“Just remember, Emma, you may be my princess, but this pussy belongs to me and me alone,” I tell her in a growl. “No one else gets a taste of it.” Hand snaking down between us and into her panties, I cup her shaven mound possessively.
Mewling, she writhes against my touch. We can never get enough of each other. Our love making is just as essential as feeding.
Nuzzling the crook of her neck, I bestow a kiss on her flushed skin. “Blood is the life.”
Shaking her head, the length of silky onyx hair ripples around her shoulders. “You are my life, Dracula. Vladimir Alucard. Vlad Tepes. Son of the Dragon and the Devil. You brought me from the light to show me the beauty of the darkness. Loved me beyond time and measure. Gave your soul up to avenge me”—Emma’s hand caresses my bearded jaw lovingly as she continues— “found me again against all odds and opened my eyes to an existence I never knew. Kept me from death to give me immortality, and I love you for all of it, my Prince.”
My dark heart swells at her words. This woman brings such joy and light to my life. She’s the piece of me that’s been missing.
“I love you too, my beloved Emma. You gave me the sweetest of surrenders to take your rightful place at my side.” Drawing her closer, my gaze finds her smiling eyes. The light of all lights who will travel with me through eternity. Forever has never looked brighter now that I possess my soulmate.
The End
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