She moans in my arms and then gasps. “Do you need to feed? How long has it been?” She struggles in my arms and I laugh, pulling her closer.
“My love, I only usually feed once a month, the other was for pleasure. It comes with age, the space between feedings, and your blood...your blood is filled with power. I could probably go a long while, longer than a month. I am fine.”
She sighs and settles back down, but there is yearning there, a need, one I feel too. To feel love, to lose ourselves for an instant. “My love, do you want me to bite you?”
She shivers as I croon into her ear, her arse pushing back against my hardening cock. “I want to feel your fangs in me, feel the power passing between us...to feel our connection,” she murmurs huskily.
Pressing closer at her declaration, I feel my fangs drop and I run them across her neck, making her shiver against me. “I always want you, whatever way I can get you, fangs, cock, emotionally...never doubt that, and to feed on you is an opportunity I will never pass up.”
“Then feed,” she snaps, making me laugh against her skin.
“So demanding,” I murmur, as I lick her pulse, the vein throbbing under her pale skin. Dragging my fangs back and forth, I wind her up until she jerks to try and turn around and I strike.
Burying my fangs in her neck, her blood bursts into my mouth. Heady and addictive, I swallow it. It flows through my body and veins, lighting up every nerve, filling me with her power.
She moans loudly, pressing back and rubbing herself against my cock, back and forth, back and forth. Reaching over, I grip her neck and pull her closer, releasing my fangs from her neck before slamming them in again, just to let her feel the pleasure and pain of the bite.
She screams, her body writhing against me, and I groan into the bite, my cock twitching in my pants as I reach my peak as well. All without touching her with anything other than my fangs. The scent of her cream fills the air as she collapses to the bed, breathing heavily.
Pulling my fangs back, I lick at the bite, cleaning the blood and healing the holes. I cringe at the wet mess in my trousers and drop a kiss on her neck. “Be right back, my love.” I leap from the bed and clean up in the adjoining bathroom and then bring a towel back. Spreading her willing thighs, I clean her up and then get back into bed, pulling her into my arms.
She giggles. “Damn, that bite is addictive. Next time you can bite me all over.”
“It’s a promise, my love. I will decorate every inch of your skin with my fangs...including that sweet pussy of yours. You will come so much you won’t be able to move,” I murmur, and she groans.
“Promise?”
“Yes.” I laugh.
She goes quiet for a while, but she isn’t asleep, then suddenly her voice fills the air. “You never told me much about the woman who turned you.”
I freeze at the memories crowding my head and push them away. “I will, but not now, I’m not ready and you are tired. This wouldn’t be a short conversation. We have our whole lives, my love. Sleep, I will hold you through it. Tomorrow is the start of the rest of our lives. Of a new time. One filled with something so much more than the past ever had to offer.”
She sighs, her mind brushing against mine filled with such love and understanding, it astounds me. “Goodnight, Jair, love you,” she murmurs sleepily. Her breathing evens out and her body relaxes as I kiss her throat.
“I love you too, in this life and the next. My undead heart is yours,” I vow.
My little monster is sound asleep. I told the others to leave her. This time is mine with her anyway, and she needs to rest. She has been through a lot. And her body has too, not to mention the workout her other mates have put her through. I watch her sleep from the chair at the base of the bed.
She is so beautiful. Her hair is thrown across the pillow, her ruby lips parted in a slight snore, and her lashes creating dark crescents across her cheeks. Her body is bare apart from a t-shirt bunched up around her stomach.
So beautiful, I can’t bear to look away. We were apart for too long, I felt it. Now she is back and all I want to do is crawl into bed next to her, but she has things she needs to do. Things I have held off for as long as I could, but people are demanding answers and she will want to be part of it.
I can’t protect her from this, even as much as I wish I could. I can’t protect her from everything, but I can be with her through it. Holding her hand, offering her my support. She will never be alone, that’s what the fates wanted.
We have a lot to discuss, a lot has happened. But for now, she can sleep. A few more minutes stolen away won’t make a difference. She rolls over and those lashes blink open, her hand coming up to shield her eyes from the sunlight.
She sits up slowly and spots me, a wide smile gracing those lips. Without speaking, she holds out her hand and I accept it, climbing onto the bed with her. Stolen moments, yes, they can have her later.
For now, she is mine.
Leaning against the bed, she presses against my side, both of us happy just to be with each other after all this time apart. I know she has worries, worries about not being good enough, about not having enough experience. That all this is...wrong.
I wait, letting her think through her thoughts, letting her lean on me and ask anything if she needs it—this is the calm before the storm.
“Nos, I—” She sighs. “What if I can’t do this? I’ve spent so many hours debating reasons why I shouldn’t, not if I couldn’t. This wasn’t what I wanted, I just wanted to stop them,” she whispers.
“I know, my little monster, I know, but sometimes our lives are out of our hands, and you made a choice to save people, to help them. The world rewards those types of choices. Holding its breath for people who can help stop the destruction of this realm.”
“But why me?” She lifts her head, searching my eyes. “Why me?” It’s a question I have no answer for, all I can offer her is what I know. The reasons I love her.
“I don’t know, little monster, all I know is I love you. So much. As for why...only the fates know that. You are fate chosen, so am I. Two souls meant to find each other. Whatever the future holds, we do it together. No more apart. My little monster, love is our future, don’t forget that even when it gets dark and bloody. Before this change is through, we are going to face our biggest test yet, I know it. But we are here, all of us for a reason. With you. Use it, use us. Use what they perceive as our weakness. Love, my little monster. Use it.”
It’s time.
Lucy’s voice floats into my mind, so I take a moment, cupping Dawn’s face as I drop a soft kiss on her lips. “You can do this, little monster. Now, it’s time, time to go back into that world. Are you ready?”
She sucks in a breath, looking into my eyes. “Yes, I’m ready, are you?”
“If you are, so am I. Let’s go change the world, little monster, and start our lives.”
Nos helps me change into a simple, flowing black dress. No court business today, just more talking, like sorting through the dragon problem, discussing who we are considering for the council, and assigning my men roles. I had a break like Aska said, time away to sort my thoughts and prepare, but now I need to be all in.
Choice or not, this isn’t the future I would have ever thought I’d have, but that doesn’t matter now. It’s my future and I have more than most. I have the power and station to change things, to protect people. People once like me. I have a duty to accept that. It’s time to take my place.