“I love you guys,” I offered quietly.
Declan whispered it against my shoulder and Zachariah kissed my hand, making me smile. For just a moment, everything was absolutely perfect. Although, any situation with them would be perfect.
And yes, I was a goddamn softie. Nothing to do but absolutely rock that shit.
11
Alaric
My eyes followed Narcissa as she stood slightly in front of me, her arms wrapped around a woman that was shaking with tears. The woman wasn’t one I recognized, but I had a feeling she was part of the vampire clan because Elizabeth and Xavier were there, along with quite a few others. In fact, it appeared that almost everyone from the supernatural community had made an appearance on this somber morning, from the local wolf pack to the demon chaos. They were oddly on good behavior, and I had to assume it was out of respect for the one or two members that had been kidnapped as well.
In fact, we hadn’t realized just how many members had gone missing until… We either rescued them or went back for their bodies. We had lost over seventy-five members of the community, and while we were large, spanning the city of New Orleans, it was an absurd amount that wouldn’t go unpunished.
Her fathers had been informed of the loss and invited us down to participate in the punishment, but I didn’t think Naricssa was interested. Other members of our family were very much so. I just wanted to be as close to my woman as possible, because everything that had happened had left me with a fear of someone taking her from us. Something that made me absolutely furious.
Narcissa stepped back from the hug, offering one to Elizabeth as I saw Narc attempt to steady herself. I could tell the moods of everyone around her were starting to affect her, so I was glad the memorial service was nearly done. I didn’t like that it was causing her any level of discomfort. My eyes trailed over the tight black lace dress she was wearing, fishnets with garters, and combat boots. I held in a groan, fighting myself to not get a goddamn hard-on at such a sad event.
To be fair, it had been several decades since death meant anything to me, and I knew it was hard for Narcissa as well. I mean, to her, no one ever really died because they always were around in spirit form. It wasn’t an end as much as a transformation. Those that had lost loved ones throughout this battle, though, were suffering with the reality that they would no longer see the person they loved.
Thunder rolled in the distance, but rain refused to fall. Zachariah’s eyes moved upwards to the grey skies, the muggy air making Declan shift his suit jacket off. Both of them were standing slightly to the side, looking fairly exhausted, and I didn’t blame them in the least. It was rare for me to feel such strong physical human side-effects like fatigue, but fuck if I wasn’t exhausted.
My smile grew thinking about this morning.
“Alaric,” Narcissa’s soft whisper instantly had my body hardening as I squinted an eye open to look down at a very flushed Narc. Not in the frustrated way, either. No, she literally looked like she was about to pass out.
I arched a brow and looked to where Declan was wrapped around her waist tightly, gripping her hard enough that she couldn’t move her legs, and my brother had his arms locked around her shoulders with his head buried in her neck. I could have laughed at the entire scene, but with how red her face was, I was actually fairly concerned she would pass out.
Slowly, removing each of their arms from her, I had pulled her out of their grasp and onto me, her exhale of relief making me chuckle. Quiet enough not to wake them, though. I didn’t get a lot of time alone with Narc.
“We need to get up,” she whispered, rubbing her eyes.
I looked at the clock, reading 7 a.m. and knowing that after portaling those bodies in and out of town all day… well, I'd gotten maybe only two hours of sleep so far.
“Why?” I could literally feel my eyes closing.
“My grandma wants to hold a memorial service at eleven. She just messaged me,” she whispered nodding towards her phone. Closing my eyes, I grunted and swung myself off the bed, holding her to me as I walked towards the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her lips pulling up into a smile.
“Shower.” I nearly grunted as I turned on the water, the steam billowing out as I slowly stripped off her oversized shirt. A groan left me as I slid her panties down her legs and let my gaze eat up every inch of her perfect golden body.
“You are so perfect.” She let out a small laugh, stepping into the shower. I ran a hand over my hard length, unable to stop myself, before pushing off my boxers and following her. I nearly laughed as her eyes ran down me and widened on my cock. Not that I blamed her—it was pointing right the fuck at her.
“How did that fit inside of me?” she questioned, offering me a confused look as I barked out a laugh and stepped closer to her, caging her against the tile wall.
“Want to see?” I teased, half messing with her as my one hand grasped her hip before I dipped a finger against her tight pussy. I let out a low sound as her eyes fluttered, a flush appearing on her face as I realized just how fucking wet she was.
“Fuck, you do want to see,” I snarled as she nodded, her lips brushing against mine. I seared our lips together and lifted her under the thighs, fitting her small body between the shower wall and my own. I really hoped she was fucking ready, because I needed to be inside of her yesterday.
“Please, Alaric?” she whispered as I brought my lips down to her neck, sucking hard as I lowered her down onto my length. Holy fuck. How the hell was she so tight? Her soft moan as she adjusted to my side and the way she dug her nails into my shoulders had my cock pulsing inside of her. If I wasn’t careful, this woman would have me coming in goddamn minutes.
Pulling out and slamming back in, deep and slow, I pierced the side of her neck with my fangs as Narc let out a small cry. She squeezed around me as I felt her milk out her first climax, rolling through her at a hot, languid pace as I continued to move slow and deep, wanting her to feel every fucking inch of me. I wanted her to be fucking shaped to my cock, and the feeling only intensified as I drank from her.
Maker. She tasted so goddamn good. I pulled back, meeting her lips, and when she bit down on my lip in a slightly feral move, I couldn't help that I began to pound into her faster.
“Faster, please,” she whimpered as I growled her name, licking the blood from her neck as I fucked her into the tile wall, the old walls of the house creaking in protest. Oh well.
“Oh shit,” I nearly choked out, feeling her cry out her release around me, her breasts arching against me as I bit into her neck once again. All it fucking took was her coming on my cock for me to lose it as I slammed home a few more times, my release filling up her tight little cunt without my goddamn permission.
I swear, the woman had complete fucking control of my body.
“That was a fucking fantastic way to wake up,” she breathed, offering me a sleepy smile as I kissed her. Needing her to taste her blood on my lips.
I planned on starting every fucking day just like this. I just needed to get her on board.
“Alaric,” Narcissa’s soft voice had me looking down at her as I immediately released her hip, realizing I had probably been holding it far too tightly. She just offered me a small wink, turning back to her grandmother and the others waiting to talk to her. Fuck. I needed sleep and maybe to fuck Narc again—you know, just to really make sure I slept the entire night through. I frowned, wondering how she was doing with so little sleep. I didn’t like that at all.