Chapter 15
A Meal for Two
ALEK
“Why didn’t you tell Sorin and I about her?” This was Mihai’s first question the minute he found Alek alone in the weapons vault.
Alek looked over the wall of weapons before him, each holding the purple glow of the magic stone they’d been made from. “I believed there to be more important things to focus on.”
“I think it’s pretty important to know who’ll I’ll have to call Queen one day.” Mihai snapped.
“You can’t just show up with—”
Alek grabbed a two-sided sword off the wall as easily as picking up a paint brush, while turning it slowly as he pointed the tip to Mihai’s throat. Mihai swallowed lowering his eyes
“-You should have at least warned us.” He continued lamely.
“If you and your brother are so displeased with my choice, then challenge me.”
Mihai looked up at him in surprise.
“Why are you looking at me as if you’re shocked by my words?”
“You—, I would never.” Mihai’s speech faltered, he averted his gaze.
Alek clicked his tongue, pulling the sword away from his throat and replacing it on the wall. “You and your brothers must stop relying on me. There is great strength that comes with being what we are, but also many weaknesses.”
Mihai didn’t move, “You will always be our Monarch. Father.”
Mihai didn’t see the painful look Alek sent him. “You and your brothers, really don’t have any intention of letting me rest, huh?”
“What?”
He faced his father straightening, but Alek had already moved on.
“I didn’t tell you brats about her because I didn’t want any of you to mess it up.
I know it’s hard to adjust to the idea of having a step mother, especially one so very young.
” Alek spoke as he turned away from the display of weapons toward the other wall where a set of portraits hung.
The frame held the likeness of his first wife.
“I’ve thought it over and over, since I laid eyes on her.
” His moonlit eyes drawing across the face that once stirred his heart, and now it merely stirred up old memories.
He glanced at his son. “I could pretend not to have found her and continued on with my duties but-.” I am tired.
He didn’t speak these thoughts aloud, having sensed the string of weakness in his children long ago.
They feared losing him, just as they feared the loss of their mother.
The flames haunted their dreams as they did his.
Only he’d hoped focusing on dominating the streets of the Veil and creating their own powerful existence would fulfill them.
Yet even still they turned back around to see if he was still there to congratulate them on their success. He sighed, “I’ve decided to be a bit more selfish,” turning around he brought his hands together behind his back. “So, give your ol’ father at least this.”
Mihai’s blue eyes darkened. “Fine. I won’t act against it.”
“There, that’s my boy.”
Walking toward him he placed his hand on his shoulders before pressing a fond hand against his cheek. “You know, out of the four of you. You’re the easiest to reason with.”
Mihai pulled out of his hold. “Right, so are you interested in knowing where your next target is?” He asked, pulling his cell out of his back pocket. “Because it looks like you’ll need some form of release soon.”
Alek gave him a look of wide-eyed innocence. “And what makes you think that?”
“Because you cut my throat a bit,” Mihai said brushing the blood that been slipping from the cut away.
Seeing this Alek offered him an apologetic smile, “Sorry, I must be a bit more eager than usual for a killing.”
Mihai focused his attention on his cell. “I’m sending the info to Dmitri. Just hurry up and seal this bond before you slaughter your servants in a fit of annoyance.” Giving Alek a wave, he quickly left the vault.
Alek watched him go, glancing down at his right hand that shook.
He held it steady by putting his palms together.
He then closed his eyes while gritting his teeth together.
He needed to control himself, the memory of his blood sliding into her mouth and down her throat turned his human visage savage.
He wanted to drag her to his side and cut off all sound and light from her and become her only source for survival.
He breathed harshly through his nose, letting his dark thoughts run rampant through him to complete their course. Opening his eyes, they remained pure silver. Releasing his right hand, he lifted it and wiggled his fingers seeing they were steady again as he scoffed. “Maybe I should hurry.”
He left the vault allowing the door to shut behind him with a loud thump.
LANIAS
“Mm, this is good,” Lanias exclaimed with pleasure as she took a bite of the cheese and ham sandwich she’d made. She’d been searching for someone to cook for her only to remember the servants she’d spotted left at five every day. So, she’d headed for the kitchen, well Alek’s kitchen to find food.
She’d been so shocked at the sight of ingredients she’d almost danced. Since the man was a blood sucking Vampire, she’d assumed he’d have nothing. Happy with her meal, she reached for a chip only to have her hand captured.
“If I had known you were hungry, I would have taken you to eat something,” Alek said.
She watched Alek lift her hand to his lips abducting the last bite of her sandwich. “Why would you want to do that? It’s not like you would get to enjoy it,” she asked, as she snatched her hand from his and grabbed up a chip and popped it in her mouth.
He laughed. “The point, you brat of a Witch; is that I would get to enjoy watching you eat.”
“Interesting, so you’re a voyeur with Gary Oldman Dracula tendencies. How nice.” She mumbled combined with taking another chip taunting to faced him. She slowly chewed, giving a slight moan, before offering him a teasing look. “Mm, does that do it for you?”
He moved closer leaning on the counter. “Depends, next time when you moan,” he said as he reached out and pressed a pointer finger against where a vein throbbed.
“Do it deeper, and longer.” He followed his finger with his eyes as he drew it down.
“I want you to sound as if it’s giving you the utmost, deepest, pleasure.
” He stopped just above her heart, his lashes lifting so his eyes met hers.
They were hot and held a greedy demand, which made her swallow.
“A pleasure that makes others almost envious, because they know only you can get a taste of it,” he whispered.
Her cheeks felt hot, and her blood thickened in her veins as she felt her desire hit fever pitch. With that came a frightening need to do violence. He’d said he wouldn’t do anything until she told him everything, and yet here he was stirring the pot.
She held back her anger and instead lowered her sandwich to the plate no longer hungry.
“Pleasure? People always assume that the things they can’t have are better than the things they already own.
And some people believe things should be theirs when they were never meant to have them. Do you know what we call that?”
She leaned into his pointer finger, ignoring the way his long nail pierced her skin.
“Greed.” With that, she pulled away. “I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”
He held her arm and pulled her back ignoring her angry struggles. “You shouldn’t reveal your feelings so easily, Madame.”
Lanias lifted her chin. “I just find it funny, that the very man who said he would wait, keeps teasing at something more.”
“I can’t help it; you always make me act out.” He bit his bottom lip, forcing her to notice it. He drew her closer. “I have a plan but when I see you it gets derailed so easily.”
“Then stop trying to plan, especially with me in the picture.”
He released her arm, placing his hands on her hips. “If I don’t plan then I might do something I regret.”
“Regrets are for cowards.” Lanias boldly declared.
He lifted her with no effort, placing her on the counter. Leaning in he pressed his lips right below her right ear, “Don’t complain later.”
He pulled back, only far enough to turn his attention to her lips. He took her lips gently, as if he was afraid of kissing her. His shy kisses peppered her lips before he grew rougher licking the seam of them demanding entry. Lanias opened her mouth sucking in a quick breath.
Alek never once closed his eyes.
His hands drew along her arm to the small puff sleeves of her crop top, gripping them he slid them down.
His mouth moving in an intricated pattern of seduction against hers.
She widened her legs, inviting him closer.
The need for another person’s touch drove her to ignore the warning bells going off in her head.
He moved from kissing her lips to the side of her mouth, to her neck.
Trailing the kisses down as if he was worshiping her chest. She looked down from beneath her lashes at his head covered with silver locks, the strands looked like strings of moonlight.
Something pricked her left breast; then she gasped his name.
“Alek.”
He ignored her cupping it in his large hand, licking at the cut like a kitten. Before he clamped his mouth on her skin and sucked. He was going to leave a mark, as indicated by the wicked look he’d just sent her. That was his attention.
He moved back, looking her over as if observing a work of art. He tilted his head drawing those mysterious eyes from his mark to her face. She faced him fearlessly.
“I want to taste you, would you allow it?” He asked while placing a hand on her knee. She could feel the prick of his nails and realized just how on edge he was. His fangs slipped out; those god-like features were strained.
She’d caused this, she’d made the most ruthless of all, Alek Delgado this needy. “Yes.”
Lanias was so lost in thought she was surprised when her shirt and pants slipped from her body, instinctively causing her to attempt covering her chest from complete nudity.
“Why are you covering yourself?”
While his question was innocently asked, Lanias could hear the dare there. This is what she hated about him. He always looked at her like he expected something more, pushing her to forget the human side of herself.
She knew what he wanted, so she dropped her arms. Displaying her chest to him boldly.
Alek looked over Lanias’ delicious body, the way she’d been created he knew that the gods had blessed him.
Her thin waist flared at the hips. Hips perfect for cradling him.
She could bear his young. He’d once seen in his travels, women who wore beads around their waist. Alek would buy Lanias a set.
They would highlight her body perfectly; he’d make them red for the blood tie they shared.
He drew his heated eyes along her skin, stopping on something he spotted on her thigh. His brow creased, “What’s that.”
She glanced down, “A Tattoo.” She answered, turning, she flashed it at him, it was a wand wrapped with rose thorns and tiny skulls danced along it. “Got it when I was eighteen. Cute huh.”
Alek silently seethed at the sight of it, the only mark she should wear was a mark placed by him.
Ignoring her questions, he said. “You will learn the things that make me happy, and the things that don’t.”
She scoffed. “Sure, and while we’re at it tell me what time you like to have your dinner on the table.”
The corner of his lips kicked up; he closed the space between them once more.
“My meal is already on the table.” He lowered himself to knees keeping his eyes on hers.
Placing his hands on her thighs he drew them apart.
“It’s pink, and looks like it’s begging for kisses,” He leaned forward, and Lanias thanked God she’d cared enough to shave just as his fingers spread her sex open and his tongue licked along the side, she immediately wanted to clamp her legs together.
“Don’t,” he ordered gruffly.
Lanias wanted to tell him that she wasn't hesitant in having him perform such a delicious act on her. It was the opposite, the minute she realized just how intensely she wanted it she feared she wanted it too much.
What could she do to stop him? That question flew out the window the minute he sucked her nub into his wet, warm mouth.
The air rushed from her body as she released a long moan of pleasure.
She tilted her head back, staring at the ceiling almost as if she was contemplating prayer.
Lanias hadn’t said a prayer a day in her life.
But here she was looking for release. Of what kind she wasn’t sure.
As Alek’s tongue worked its magic in her sacred place she found herself growing dizzy as her heartbeat grew faster and faster. The silky slip and slide between her thighs grew as he drew small gasps of air from her.
Lanias reached down with her hands digging her fingers into his hair. Pressing herself against his lips. She was so close to the edge, rolling her hips she ground them against his mouth.
Lanias felt herself losing all reason as he retreated only long enough to insert two of those long delicate fingers inside of her. She trembled as she widened her thighs allowing him to push and pull. Playing with her as his tongue marked a path along the crease of her thigh.
He stood, lifting her legs which forced her to lay on her back on the kitchen counter.
While he remained kneeling. Her arms near her head, she felt like he was using his tongue to write the alphabet inside of her.
She wanted to pull him up. She pleaded for him to give her the stretch she really needed.
But Lanias had never been one to beg, and just when she drew close to giving in her pride was challenged by those devilish fingers diving deeper finding the core sending her body reeling. Her lips parted to accept more air as her legs trembled allowing Alek to eagerly absorbed her like a drink.
Her magic slipped from her fingers tips and her short hair began to shift rolling and waving until, black, curls covered the counter and her body. His hands lazily moved over her, rubbing her as if he was as satisfied as she felt. The numb, haze of her orgasm made her limbs heavy.
Placing soft kisses along her legs, to her knees. He looked at her like a large, satisfied tom cat. “Thank you for the meal.” He practically purred at her as a predator would.
The only reason she didn’t kick him was because she passed out.