Chapter 19 #2
Ready to conquer the world, and to make me kiss her feet if she only asked me to.
She doesn’t need to kill, she doesn’t need to be in this life, and I will do all I can to make sure she doesn’t have to be.
She’ll be Talulla, the famous historian in no time.
And I’ll make sure Emil Popescu doesn’t stop her. Even if she decides I’m not worth her time anymore.
“Almost forgot an important first-day gift,” I say, grabbing a box I had on the counter. Talulla was ready to open the door but stops.
As she turns, blue eyes stare right at me, and a look of pure curiosity takes over her face. “What is it?” she asks, looking down at the black box in my hands. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
I can’t help but chuckle at her excited tone of voice. “Pull your skirt up and turn over,” I say, opening up the box and showing her the contents. The metal plug gleams in the morning light, the red ruby at its base catching fire. “Hands on the door.”
Her eyes widen for a second and then narrow down on me, but she obeys. Like the good girl she is, she obeys every command.
And that obedience nearly undoes me.
“A red ruby? Really?” she jokes as I take out the butt plug. Her eyes look at the shiny piece of metal with concern and excitement.
“Only the best for you, Talulla,” I say, bringing my hand down on her flesh, spanking her hard. The sound echoes in the entryway, sharp and satisfying. And just like that, she bends over more for me.
Fuck, I missed this.
Her heartbeat is thundering now, racing with arousal and anticipation.
I can smell her getting wet, the scent mixing with her blood in a combination that makes my fangs throb.
They’re aching to descend, to pierce that soft skin, to taste her in every possible way.
My cock is rock solid and I’m about to rip her clothes off and fuck her right here against the front door.
I massage her reddening cheek and drop to my knees. My complete devotion to her. She doesn’t dare to move because she knows what this means.
She’s getting her request tonight, her reward, and I’ll make her come until she begs for mercy.
From this angle, kneeling behind her, I can see the pulse in her inner thigh. Another access point, another temptation. Her scent is overwhelming—arousal and blood and trust all rolled into one intoxicating package.
Grabbing her ass cheeks in my palms, I squeeze them hard, and well, I can’t help but stuff my face between them.
Her sweet sounds make my dick throb, make my fangs press against my gums, demanding release. I feel her trying to stop herself, to contain herself, but I can’t have that.
I slap her hard again, “Don’t ever try to stop moaning for me.”
That makes her scream louder and louder as I feast on her. And feast is the right word—I’m devouring her, tasting her, losing myself in her completely. My vampire senses are on overload. Talulla’s racing heart, her gasping breaths, the heat radiating from her skin.
The beast inside me is roaring, demanding more.
Demanding everything. My fangs are fully descended now, hidden against her flesh where she can’t see.
I want to bite. I want to sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her ass, her thigh, anywhere I can reach.
I want to taste her blood while I’m tasting her arousal, want to make her mine in every primal way possible.
She trusts me completely right now. She’s vulnerable, exposed, bent over and moaning and utterly at my mercy. That trust is the most dangerous thing—because it makes me want to take everything she’s offering and more.
I could do it. She wouldn’t even realize until it was done. One bite, just one taste, and—
No.
The word is a command to myself, delivered with every ounce of control I’ve developed over all my years of undeath. Not like this. Not without her full, informed consent. Not when she doesn’t even know I’m struggling.
I force my fangs to retract, force myself to focus on her pleasure instead of my hunger. This is about her, about celebrating her first day, about showing her she’s more than just a body to fuck—even as I’m doing exactly that.
“I missed you, little hunter,” I whisper on her ass, nibbling her with blunt human teeth. The words come out strained, rough with the effort of control. “Now let me prepare you for what it’s about to come.”
I grab the bottle of lube, coating the butt plug liberally before dropping some liquid on her perfect tight hole. My hands are steady despite the hurricane raging inside me.
And then I slowly push it in. Her gasp is followed by a soft cry of pleasure that goes straight to my cock and makes my control slip another notch. She closes her eyes and lets me push it in, and in, and all of it goes in.
Swallowed by her perfect ass.
I can see her pulse everywhere now—throat, wrists, the backs of her knees. Every point where blood flows close to the surface is highlighted in my vision like a target. The hunger is so intense it’s almost painful, a physical ache that rivals any torment I’ve endured.
I can’t wait to replace it with my cock, I think, but even that thought is tinged with the darker hunger.
“My pretty jewel. You look astonishing,” I say, kissing her cheeks and helping her put the lacy thong back on, and sliding her skirt back down. My hands linger longer than necessary, steadying myself as much as her. “You’re ready for your big day now.”
Talulla turns and grabs my face in her hands. Her warm palms feel divine on my skin—living heat against death—and I can’t help but wrap my arms around her and bring her close to me one last time before I let her go.
Her pulse is right there beneath my ear. I can feel it against my cheek, hear it like a drum calling me home. The scent of her blood is strongest at her neck, and for one terrifying moment I think I might lose control entirely.
But then she speaks, and her voice grounds me.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” she whispers on my lips as she opens the door.
I breathe her in one more time, her fruity scent calming me, and force myself to let her go.
“Jonathan is waiting for you outside, please be nice to him, I kinda don’t completely hate him.”
“Hey, I’m always nice.”
I snort, grateful for the lightness, for the return to normalcy. “The nicest,” I reply, kissing her once more as she walks out. The kiss is gentle, controlled, nothing like the violent hunger churning beneath my skin.
Jonathan opens up the passenger door for her, and I see them drive away.
I stand in the doorway until the car disappears around the corner, then close the door and lean against it, closing my eyes.
The hunger is still there, coiled tight in my chest. My fangs are throbbing, my throat burning with thirst even though I fed two days ago.
It’s not about actual need—it’s about want.
About the desperate desire to claim her completely, to bind her to me in ways that go beyond the physical.
Something I need to fix right the fuck now.
Tonight is going to test every ounce of control I have.
I push off the door and head upstairs to shower. Cold water, even though I can’t really feel temperature the way humans do. It’s psychological more than physical—a reminder of what I am, of the control I need to maintain.
Time to go pick up her silk red gown. I need to get out of the house.
And maybe feed one more time before tonight, because I’m going to need every advantage I can get to keep myself from sinking my fangs into her throat while I’m sinking my cock into her body.
Tonight, I’m giving her everything she wants.
I just hope I can stop myself from taking everything I want in return. Because the reality is that I don’t know what I could become if I let myself have blood straight from the source again.