I watch her sleep, refusing to rest in case they try and take her. They would have a fight on their hands, because once a dragon claims something as his, you better expect him to keep it. Nothing or no one will take away Nyre’s mate, and let’s just say the little human is growing on me too.
Dabria
I wake warm again. Flipping over, my hands land on a hard...purring chest? I look up to see Nyre looking out of Mishal’s eyes, his body wrapped around mine, protecting me while I slept. I can still taste his blood in my mouth but that need, that burning, that hunger, seems sated. I still swallow it down, almost moaning at the taste, but I know I’ve satisfied whatever came over me.
Nightwalker. I have fangs and drink blood. I can put two and two together. I’m a fucking vampire, can’t say I expected that. It’s like surprise bitch, you’re a fanger now. Well, technically I guess I was never really human if what Mishal said is true, this side of me was always there, buried and waiting to be let free.
I flex my body, feeling the strength in my muscles. My eyesight is better, I can spot the pounding of his vein in his neck and each individual hair in his beard. My hearing too. I can hear the deep inhale of his breathing, the wind outside this room, and footsteps very faintly and obviously far away.
I wonder what else I’ll get from drinking blood...the thought should creep me out, but with Mishal’s taste in my mouth and spotting the two fang marks on his neck, I can’t help but feel anything but pleasure. I like my mark on him, primal and strange but true, but I figured it would heal. The cut on his chest made by Nyre has.
“Why is the cut healed but not my bite marks?” I ask softly, tracing along his chest where the bite mark was.
“Mine.” His voice is gravelly and deep, almost distant, and I know I’m talking to Nyre only. “Only mine’s marks will stay, it’s a way of showing ownership,” he finishes. Ownership? Mine? What does that even mean?
I ask as much, but he ignores me, just staring at me with those golden green eyes. He reaches out and lifts a strand of my blonde hair away from my face, playing with it as if hypnotized.
My body suddenly reminds me it still has needs. I wiggle around to be let go but he refuses, and I end up on top of him again. “Nyreee,” I moan. “I need to pee, please, will you let me go?” I flutter my lashes and he grunts, unwrapping his arms from around me.
I quickly hop to my feet, grimacing as I stare at the hole in the ground, which is obviously the toilet. I tiptoe over, wincing at the sight, but my bladder tells me it’s either the hole or the floor. I turn around, my hands going to my dress, and squeak as I look up in Nyre’s eyes. He is close, so close we are almost touching.
“Erm, a little bit of privacy please?” I request. He steps back but keeps looking, and I hop from foot to foot, really needing to pee. “Nyre, please turn around so I can pee,” I beg.
He throws me a narrow-eyed look before turning around, showing me his back. Quickly pulling down my panties, not even wanting to think about the fact they obviously dressed me, I pee as fast as I can. I know he can hear it but honestly, I don’t really care. I have to shake dry before pulling up my panties.
“Okay,” I say, moving away from the hole. He turns instantly, grabbing me in his arms and laying us back down so we are on our sides, facing each other.
“Nyre,” I laugh, and he rumbles.
I find myself stroking his cheek and he closes his eyes, leaning into my palm. I guess I can’t really have many boundaries with either him or Mishal since I rode him to release and drank his blood like a Capri Sun. Hell, I even begged him to fuck me. The only reason his rejection didn’t sting was because he was trying to look after me and I know it. I wonder if I asked him now—would he say yes?
He told me when I first came in here that I would beg him to fuck me, and right now I have a feeling he’s right, because even though I came, my pussy is aching to be filled and every inch of his skin is plastered to mine, stoking my need all over again.
I’m curious to know more about what I am though. “Nyre, do you know a lot about vampires?” I inquire.
He keeps his eyes closed but hums, before responding, “I don’t care about anyone but myself and now you.”
Well, okay then.
“Nyre, can I speak to Mishal?” I ask sweetly.
He growls, his eyes flying open. “Mine,” he growls and gnashes his teeth.
“Yes, yes, yours, but can I speak to him please?” I flutter my lashes and his eyes drop to my mouth.
“For a price.” He huffs.
“Price?”
“A kiss. I’ve never been kissed,” he admits, his eyes sliding to the side in shame.
I suck in a breath. “How?”
He sighs, rubbing his head into my hand. “I am either dragon or hidden, I can only be like this now without turning because of the chains.”
Leaning up, I kiss him gently. His lips don’t move against mine and I can almost sense his hesitation, so I show him how. I cup both cheeks, pulling him to me as I roll on my back. He lands between my parted thighs and his lips open on a gasp, letting me sweep my tongue in. He learns fast, and soon has me panting into his mouth as he kisses me hard.
His tongue accidently presses on the soft area where my fangs are hidden and I groan, my hips jerking up. It felt like he licked my pussy and when he does it again, I nearly come on the spot.
I moan into his mouth and his hands cup my breasts through the shitty, shift shirt thingy they put on me. I have no bra as a barrier, so he twists my nipples, hard. It mixes with the pleasure as he keeps pressing on the spot in my mouth and soon, I’m rubbing against him, moaning and begging him with my lips and hands.
I end up having to break the kiss and he pulls away, his eyes shining brighter as he looks at me. “We are doing that again,” he growls, before he suddenly pulls back and I’m left looking into Mishal’s black eyes.
“Hi,” I say suddenly shy.
“Hello, little one, having fun, were you?” he asks, before leaning down and brushing his lips against my mouth. “I can still taste you...so fucking sweet. Do you taste like that between your legs?” he whispers the filthy words to me, and I groan.
I almost dare him to find out...almost.
“Can you tell me about vampires?” I request now that Mishal is back. He laughs before rolling us over, so we are side by side again.
“I will find out at some point, little one. But yes, I can. My brother was the original, so I am not sure what his descendants got from him, but basically you drink blood, you gain power from that. You still eat and function normally, but blood is your primary. It will also turn you on and he told me once fucking and drinking at the same time is as close to heaven as you will get.” He winks and my mouth drops open on a laugh. “You’ll be stronger, faster, and have better eyesight and hearing. You might be able to control people, he could, mainly weak ones. Mentally weak that is, but he had to work at it and the more he did and the older he got, the stronger he became until the only people he couldn’t control was us. He could also create bonds with people, hear thoughts, absorb power and strengths and a few other bits. Truly, I don’t know what you will get from him. I suppose it depends on how strongly your bloodline is connected to his.”