Chapter 29 Rasmus
Rasmus
The scents of blood, magic, and vanilla coated my witch’s creamy skin. In all my years, I’d never been so enthralled. So intoxicated. So desperate to feed that I could barely contain my fangs.
Raven was nothing like the vampire consorts from my past. Vampires were sensual creatures, driven by lust and power. We seduced on a whim and killed without mercy.
Feeding and fucking was the vampire way.
Before finding my soul-bonded mate, I’d had relationships with both females and males. Affectionate alliances with vampires from our court. Vampires aligned with my family.
In time, affections faded, alliances floundered, and my lovers moved on.
After several hundred years, I’d given up on finding my blood-mate, so the touch of her magic after all this time had lent me the impetus I needed to fight the true death.
Without my witch, I would have given up and let death take me. There was no coming back from true death. Once a vampire’s heart turned to dust, they crossed the veil.
Starvation was an unpleasant—and slow—way to die, but I’d made peace with it once Alexander perished. I had lived a long and mostly agreeable life, and if the final death took me, then so be it. I had no regrets.
But knowing my soul-bonded blood-mate was out there, searching for me, meant I couldn’t give up without a fight.
She was everything I desired in a female.
But although her vibrant beauty took my breath away, shining brighter than a shooting star, it was her pure heart that drew me to her.
“Please tell me you don’t mean what I think you mean…” My adorable little witch squirmed with embarrassment as I pressed my nose between her thighs and inhaled deeply.
I groaned at the scent of her blood: rich and heady, like the wine that came from our family’s grapevines back in the old country.
My fangs lengthened, like my cock. The synthetic blood the bear sourced would keep me alive, but the taste left a lot to be desired.
“It’s natural to drink from my female, darling.”
“It’s not natural to me!” She uttered an adorable little huff while trying to push me away. Ignoring her protests, I tore her panties off and pushed her skirt up around her waist.
When I plunged my tongue deep inside her, she squealed in outrage before gasping. The taste of her menstrual blood burst on my tongue, decadent and addictive. So fucking perfect I almost came like a newly blooded vampire.
“Oh my stars!” She shrieked when my fangs grazed her clit and then moaned when I sucked harder while pressing my fingers inside her pussy.
The combination of her blood and arousal pushed me closer to the edge much too quickly.
The feel of her tight channel clenching around my fingers as she came had me groaning in desperation.
Before she’d even fully peaked, I pushed inside her while I sank my fangs into her neck.
Heady cries of completion echoed in my ears, filling the room as I followed her over the edge. As my pleasure faded, a cold draft alerted me to another’s presence. The mer prince.
His eyes widened when he realized I was busy pleasuring our mate. The male flushed with embarrassment and tried to leave.
“Come and join us,” I purred. I found his lean but muscular frame attractive and would happily pleasure him too, but I sensed he wasn’t yet comfortable with the notion.
“I, um, no, I’m sorry for interrupting,” he said in a rush before dashing toward the stairs, leaving snow melting on the floor in his wake.
A shame, but not unexpected. With time and patience, I felt certain the shy male would open his mind to the many possibilities of a harem. Just like the incubus and the bear.
“Kai?” Raven blinked, her violet eyes still glassy with pleasure as I slid from her weeping body, my cock soaked in bloody release.
I reached down and swiped up some of her cum, groaning with satisfaction at how good she tasted.
But before I could dip my head to drink from the source, she scrambled off the sofa with a horrified yelp.
“Look at the mess we’ve made!”
I shrugged, not remotely bothered by the red stain on the dirty green velvet.
“It can be replaced,” I reassured her. “Come, let me take care of you, my queen. I will run you a bath.”
The bathroom on the first floor was old but functional. Her bear shifter mate had spent many hours cleaning the place when we first arrived. I’d offered to help, but he’d brushed me off. Apparently he liked things done a certain way, as was typical of the more protective shifters.
“I need to check on Kai. He might be upset.” Raven’s sweet scent turned sour. “Like me, he’s endured a lot of unpleasantness over the last few days.”
“Unpleasantness?” My gaze sharpened as she adjusted her clothing while blushing furiously.
“She means bullying, my vampy friend.” The incubus blinked into view and smirked when he detected all the lust in the air. “Damn, you could have waited for me, pet.”
“Ugh, I need a shower.” Raven glared at the incubus before wrinkling her nose in disgust at the damp spot on the sofa.
Zane glanced over and sighed when he spotted the bloody mess. “No little incubus babies then.”
“No, not this month.” We smirked at each other, our views on breeding our mate perfectly aligned, even if the timing was perhaps not ideal.
My gaze snagged on the blood spatter all over the incubus’s hands and torso. He smelled of wolf.
“Been busy?”
His grin widened. “Had a few bullies to re-educate. Sadly, wolf shifters heal fast, but they sure do scream when they lose non-essential body parts.”