Chapter 31
Acheron
My control was about to snap. It was hovering along the dark and primal edges, ready to leap off at the slightest touch of Alice's soft hand.
It was a struggle to treat Alice like the fragile human I knew her to be—what she had been.
In my rational mind, I knew she was strong.
I knew she was immortal. I'd seen her smash her way through walls and doors and jump up with a smile on her face and nary a bruise.
I'd observed in amusement as she constantly checked her new teeth in the mirror, her tongue running over them in excited wonder.
I'd watched with barely controlled lust and pride as she greedily sucked down my transferred blood.
I knew what she wanted. What she needed. She wanted to experience everything about my world—a world that was embracing her into its own.
Alice wanted to fuck me with a violence that matched mine. She wanted to sink her new teeth into me and suck my blood straight from the source. I knew that was what she needed. She was easy to read, her emotions and thoughts laid bare for me to pillage through.
And I wanted it all too. So badly that I drove myself mad just thinking about it.
But a part of me—the part that loved her to distraction—was scared. I was terrified of hurting her, of losing her. Because in my darkest moments, when I was at my weakest, I remembered everything.
I recalled what it felt like to carry her in my arms as she bled out. I could still smell the sickly scent of death, her sweet aroma overpowered by her life force draining out of her. Her skin had been cold, her body so still.
And then her heart.
I could still feel myself digging through her chest, staring at her heart. The way her blood soured in my mouth as I bit the still organ. The despair and anger I felt that I had made everything a hundred times worse, that I should have let her body rest in peace instead of mutilating it.
That part of me held back. The guilt and torment of seeing and feeling my mate die.
But now, as I watched my Queen stare at my cock as if it were the Holy Grail, I couldn't conjure up any strength to stop her. I was done denying her and myself. The guilt would always stay with me like an attached entity, but I could not let it define our relationship.
The first touch of her soft tongue against the crown of my cock had my breath hissing in pleasure. Her two fists crowded my length, and she gently pumped up and down as her tongue continued to lap at my head.
"Saints, that feels good," I cursed, my fingers gently sweeping her hair aside. "Take my cock deeper, my love. It's been hungry for you."
"Well, whose fault is that?" she sassed.
I grinned at her willful behavior before my breath hissed at the feel of her saliva slapping against my length. I glanced down with hooded eyes as she spat at my cock again. She gave a little grunt of satisfaction before her mouth sank down onto it.
"Fuck!" My eyes tightened shut as I gave in to the sensation of my mate sucking my dick.
Like everything in life, Alice took to this task with enthusiasm, and I was all too happy to be on the receiving end of her eagerness.
She made gagging sounds as she attempted to deep throat my cock, the saliva dripping down onto my balls.
I threw my head back and gave in to the addictive pleasure.
I concentrated on the feel of her soft hands stroking my flesh as her mouth sucked me like a vacuum.
I reveled in her little tongue licking at my balls, mouthing at the flesh, and scraping her sharpened teeth along the edges.
Satisfaction and pride seared me. She was getting so good at controlling her new incisors. She knew when to strike and draw blood, and when to soften the pressure and avoid piercing flesh. She was a fast learner, but I did not expect any less from my Queen…and the descendant of royal blood.
"I need you, Acheron," Alice begged. Her luscious lips were ruby red and swollen, her mouth wet, and her mascara running. Male satisfaction thrummed through me, and I pulled tightly on the strands of her hair.
"What do you need, my Queen? Tell me what you crave, and it is yours."
Her eyes darkened…the irises turning almost black. Her hand stroked me as her thumb rubbed at the slit of my cock.
"This," she panted out, pumping for emphasis. "I need your cock inside me…and your blood on my tongue."
"I want to bite you. I want to suck your juices fresh off your neck."
My dick jerked at her thoughts. God, I wanted that too.
So with quick movements, I had Alice on our bed, her shapely thighs pressed against my hips.
I enjoyed and preferred to be in charge—to be the one driving my cock into her as her legs tightened around me.
But in this instance, for Alice's first time as a newly turned Vampire, I wanted her to be in control—to set the pace.
“Take me into you, sweet Alice,” I urged. “Fuck me hard and then take what you need.
"Take what you need of my blood."
Her eyes turned as black as midnight, her lip curling to show her newly acquired teeth.
Her hands tore away at her dress, her bare breasts bouncing free. Mine reached up and cupped one full mound, flicking at the hardened nipple. She threw her head back and moaned loud and long, her hands pressed down onto my chest, and her sharp claws tightened on my skin.
I felt her wet pussy hovering over my strained dick before she sank down. There was no hesitation on her part, no slow movements to ready her dripping cunt for my size. She simply slammed her hips down as a cry of ecstasy tore out of her.
My feet slid along the slippery sheets, seeking purchase.
The cords on my neck strained as I tipped my head back and gave in to the sensation of her silky heat enveloping my cock.
Saints alive, she felt so good. I'd never experienced intimacy like this.
Not only were our bodies joined, but our minds were synced as one.
Energy and power pulsed between us, and a sense of clarity and peace was shared within the inner circle of our psyche.
And then she was moving, her hips a violent blur as she rode up and down my dick. To an outsider, we appeared as two blurs moving at a supernatural pace as we strained and fucked. But I could feel and experience every pump of her hips as if she were slowly grinding down on me.
"Keep going, my Queen. You're taking my cock so well," I praised.
She grunted as she continued to slap her hips down onto me, my dick sliding in and out of her with ease.
"Give me your neck," she demanded.
"With pleasure."
I sat up, my hands wrapping around her hips, bringing her impossibly closer.
"Remember, look at a spot, aim straight with your teeth with the intention to pierce. Only take until your pleasure reaches its peak."
Her groan was my only response, so I tilted my neck for her access.
"Go for it, my love. Drink from your King."
Her teeth elongated to their full length. Her eyes turned black as she gazed longingly at my neck. She licked her tongue over her teeth before her head reared back, and she put her incisors into my neck with a grunt of determination.
My eyes rolled back into my head as I gave in to the powerful experience of my mate drinking from me for the first time. I moaned as pleasure unlike anything I'd ever known showered over me. My toes curled, and my nails dug into her as my hips continued to piston up into her inviting heat.
She paused as she greedily drank, her mouth moving erotically against my neck. My Queen did not hesitate—she fell into the final act that cemented her immortal life with zeal and voraciousness.
I lifted her body, encouraging her to continue her fucking while she drank. The sensation, I knew, would be overwhelming for her, so her mind could only handle one activity at a time. But passionate coupling during a bite was the height of pleasure, and I wanted her to experience it all.
A gush of her wetness over my member sent a wave of satisfaction and sensual hedonism to crash through me. My mate loved it as her thrusts became violent and chaotic.
Through our link, I knew she was close to reaching that peak of consumption; that ultimate high that took you up a roller coaster of pleasure before plummeting headfirst into ecstasy.
I tapped her thigh, my mind reminding her, although I knew it unnecessary.
Her little claws tightened on my flesh before an animalistic moan was ripped from her throat.
A white light exploded behind my eyes, and my stomach clenched as a colossal heat of carnality took over my body.
I jerked frenziedly, roaring in triumph and fulfillment as I allowed her orgasm to take over my body and linked my own release with hers.
A scream echoed through the walls, rattling the swinging lights and carrying its full volume across my Kingdom. I did not care that my subjects could hear their King pleasure his mate, but a deep, primal urge called for our joining to be announced in the most explicit and brazen way.
To the naysayers who grumbled in resentment over a human Queen, the small but significant group of doubters that whispered in discontent over my right to turn Alice into one of them…
and to the women and men who sneered at the thought of a former human being able to satisfy a Vampire King—this act was for them.
Let them cower and cast their eyes downward in shame over their prejudice and judgment.
While I was still recovering from my climax, Alice swiftly flipped me, her movements catching me by surprise. Her control and ability to adapt and utilize her powers were of a Vampire more advanced in age and practice. Certainly not one becoming of a newly turned Vampire—a former human.
My gaze raked her features, noting the small animalistic changes. The hardening of her brow was subtle, and her eyes had turned a darker shade of black, with no hint of her human coloring.
She was glorious. A perfect Queen—fierce, strong, and beautiful.
"Bite me. Please, my King. I need you to bite me. Finish what you started."
I licked my lips; my stare fixated on the movement of her breasts as they jiggled beneath me with the power of our thrusts.
Blood trickled down her chin, and the sight of that life source—knowing it came from me, that my blood and she were one—sent me careening over the edge.
My Vampire side took over then, and with a growl steeped in possessiveness, I sank my elongated teeth into her breast, just above her nipple.
The beast in me roared at my conquest, rejoicing in my fated mate and deeming her worthy to reign by my side.
Alice's nails drew blood as they scraped my forearms, her high keening moan filling my mind as she urged me for more.
"You taste so good, my Queen. Like the sweetest fruit and the most exquisite wine."
I wanted to bathe and sip from her blood forever, and thanks to fate—for I do not wish to give my former friend, now enemy, any credit—that now would be our reality.
"Oh, god, Acheron. It's so good!"
It was more than good. It was magnificent. It was ecstasy and a carnal heaven that only a bond as deep and pure as ours could ever experience.
I had been more than happy to have Alice as a human partner, to sip at her blood with care and protect her from outside forces that wished to destroy her mortality.
I would have perished with her, more than content with the life we had lived, for however little time we had.
I would have been thankful to the fates for bringing her to me, no matter if it were five years or five hundred.
But now that I had her in her true form—for I thoroughly believed that she was born to be among our kind—and our forever now stretched to eternity, this deeply seared union that we shared was an emotion I could never replicate or give up.
It burrowed into our bones, imprinting itself in our entwined souls, much like my mark was embedded on her heart.
And as our cries mingled, and my little biter licked at a spot on my chest that she wished to puncture, we followed each other—side by side—into an abyss that only we could reach.
We were oblivious to the fact that, at this moment, our love was being written into our history books.
That our Elders, Henk, Hammon, and Styro were describing in explicit detail the moment their King mated carnally with their Queen.
That his roar of triumph could be heard from the edges of our Territory.
Their smug competitiveness rejoiced that their King and Queen would forever be celebrated and envied…
a love that transcended time and species.
Yes, it was unfortunate that Ameros’s fated and tragic royalty would be immortalized as an infamous warning.
However, as was noted by Henk's careful hand, the fault lay with their heartless King and his naive human bride.
A rot that had embedded from his careless treatment of his chosen mate and son, which consequence bled to their innocent and beloved Queen some few hundred years later.
Back in the privacy of our bedroom, as my Queen lay cocooned in my arms, we surveyed the remnants of our lovemaking—the broken chandelier, the cracked bed that special reinforcements could not protect, and the large painting of our Territory that had crashed to the ground.
We shut the world out, content to bask in the blood vow we had just made.
My bonded mate. My forever Queen.