Chapter 26 #2
Still, the sex was tearing me apart in the most pleasurable way.
My hips started to thrust faster, and his hands guided me with rougher movements.
Soon, my head was thrown back as I trusted his hold on me.
His body was like a pole rooted to the ground as I used him like a stripper.
My breathing became harsher, my grunts joining his as I fucked him hard and fast. His cock was sliding smoothly in and out of me now, and I could feel our combined juices running down my ass.
"You feel better than I ever imagined," he groaned. "You're taking my cock like a good little Queen."
I whimpered as his dirty words washed over me, and I bathed in his praise. I was so close, but there was one thing I needed before I allowed myself to crash into another orgasm.
I tilted my neck, baring my sweaty flesh. "Do it," I panted out. "Mark me. Drink from me. Make me yours."
I didn't have to ask him twice. His tongue was on me, licking my pulse as if marking his spot.
"This will hurt, but only for a moment. Then you will feel pleasure greater than your wildest dreams," he promised.
"Please," I begged.
With a snarl, his head reared back before he plunged his sharp teeth into my neck.
I screamed as a sharp pain pierced me. But the feeling was over in a quick flash as lips covered my neck and a pulling sensation took over.
And then pleasure. It started at my neck—an itch that got scratched before it traveled down my body, piercing my nipples as if they were being sucked, before moving into my stomach and shooting straight to my groin.
My cunt—which was already in a state of immense bliss—was now being set alight by the most exquisite out-of-body feeling I'd ever experienced.
I couldn't put into words how overpowering it was.
All I could do was hold on and ride out this new wave of euphoria.
I screamed again, loud and long, as my release shot out of my pussy, soaking his cock and balls. His answering shout was felt and heard deep inside me, vibrating through every cell. It wasn't long before he followed me over the edge, where we crashed into a storm of untold rapture.
***
Acheron
"How sad for them." Alice's grief overwhelmed me, and I savored the feeling. I had little time for melancholy emotions, but I wanted to soak up everything that my lovely mate experienced, no matter how useless I thought it was.
After our third mating, I finally let Alice up for air.
Her perfect skin was bruised and marked with my bites, her delectable lips swollen.
I had only drunk from her once, not wanting to overwhelm her with too much too fast. However, my little lover continued to urge me to bite her with little nips here and there.
She loved the feel of my fangs piercing her delicate skin.
Hours later, we were lounging in bed, with me feeding her grapes as her back was pressed against my chest. I pushed the fruit between her lips, sipping on the juice that fell from her chin.
I had just finished relaying to her all I learned of King Artemis and Queen Sarai—that she was human and that they had perished when King Artemis tried fruitlessly to turn her.
"But it's so romantic that he created the Treaty in honor of her." She sighed against my arm.
"Hmm…yes. Romantic."
I didn't dare tell Alice that before his human mate humanized him, King Artemis was the most vicious and bloodthirsty when it came to slaughtering humans.
Even though he had perished before my creation, his reputation lived on.
I had heard stories of King Artemis plucking humans off the street and killing them for sport.
No, I thought, as I watched my love's face twist in romantic tragedy as she agonized over the doomed lovers. Better not break her tender heart.
"And how terribly romantic that he couldn't bear to live on without her."
I nodded. "On that, I can agree with him." The thought of losing Alice would end me. Literally.
"I can understand him doing what he did though. He had to take the chance." She glanced up at me, and I kissed the tip of her nose. "What are the odds that a turning would be successful for us?"
"For us? Less than zero."
She blinked up at me. "But…that means a turning is impossible. Why did he risk it if it wouldn't work?"
I shook my head. "You misunderstand. A turning is extremely rare, but still possible.
There has only been one recorded successful turning, but there could be more.
What I meant was that it is less than zero for us.
Because I would never attempt to turn you.
" My tone left no room for arguments. It was a risk I was unwilling to take.
"Oh." She slumped back against me. "But…in my memories…"
I glanced down at her. "What of them?"
Her silky hair slid against me as she shook her head, her tone wistful. "I'm so sure I was one of you. I recalled both of us biting and drinking from each other. It just felt…so real. So normal."
I shrugged, even though the image she created sounded like everything I ever wanted. "Yes, but there were other things in your dream that were not real. Like your upbringing."
"But the schooling I was raised in is real," she pointed out.
I hesitated because she was right. The all-girls school did exist for adolescent Vampires. "True. But I still cannot risk losing you."
"So what does that mean? I stay mortal?"
I knew she was frustrated—as was I. But this was her mortality we were talking about.
"King Artemis and Queen Sarai were a mated royal pairing. If King Artemis could not successfully turn his Queen, then what chance do we have? There is only one chance to get it right. It is not as if you remain human and stay alive if it fails," I ground out, willing her to understand.
"You perish. As soon as your chest is open and your heart exposed, you are deceased.
" I shook my head, pushing the horrible image that thought produced out of my mind.
"No. You will remain mortal and live your—our—mortal life.
The moment you-you pass, I have given Von strict instructions to behead and burn my body to ensure my complete death. I will then join you in the afterlife."
Her mouth dropped open, and her head whipped around so fast that she knocked the bowl of grapes over. "Wait, wait, wait." She turned around until she faced me fully. I could not help it; my eyes went instantly to her bare breasts.
“I stay mortal and grow old and decrepit, while you continue to look like, like…that?"
I frowned in confusion. I could sense her horror and revulsion yet could not understand where they were coming from.
"I will join you in the afterlife," I reiterated.
"In fact, if we could leave this world together, that would be preferable.
I do not think I could stand to be without you for even a minute. "
"Acheron." She rubbed the little spot between her brows.
"Talking about a suicide pact shouldn't sound sweet, yet somehow it does.
" She shook her head, her expression clearing.
"But what I'm stuck on is the fact that I'm going to be an elderly lady, wrinkled and helpless, probably unable to wipe my own ass…
and you're going to keep looking like this?
" Her hand gestured at me, up and down. "Like a literal Greek god! "
My eyes searched her face, noting the distress but unable to find the source. "I do not understand."
"Acheron!" She slapped my chest, which felt like a gentle breeze. "I don't understand what you're not getting."
And then I sensed it, and my expression turned furious.
Jealousy. Insecurity. Horror. Disgust. Not at me—at herself.
"Alice," I said slowly. "Am I under the impression that you think I will desire you less, love you less, because your appearance will change?"
"Acheron." Her eyes shifted away, rubbing at her arm. I could feel her spirit start to detach from me, as if she were already expecting me to be revolted by her. "It's not only my looks…I'll be weaker, things will sag and drag. I don't—how could you—"
With quick movements, I had her flipped and on her back. I loomed over her, my expression dark as I fought to get my point across to her. She wouldn't look me in the eye, still feeling insecure.
"You humans are not only weak in body but weak in thought. You truly think that I care about your physical appearance? That I care that your body will grow frail and tired?"
"Well, when you put it like that. Yeah."
I lifted her into my arms, my lips coasting over her brow. "I will carry you in my arms for all your eternity. I will tell you every day how beautiful you are, and I am more than happy to show you how much I will still desire you, whether you are forty or eighty."
Her eyes softened, and I lifted her chin.
The green in them shimmered, tears of sadness at her own mortality threatening to spill over.
"It is you I desire. It is your courage, your heart, your spirit, and your mind.
You are everything to me, and I will not have you thinking that something as trivial as age and appearance would ever change that. "
Her body relaxed, and I swiped at a tear that escaped. It was not sadness though. It was love. Adoration. Relief. And trust.
"Now, are we done with that?"
She nodded, her mouth trembling into a smile. "Yeah. We're done with that."