Chapter 20
Claiming
ALEK
As Alek listened to Roni’s words, something felt familiar.
He couldn’t place his fingers on it, but something told him he should be paying more attention to the conversation going on.
Though he had a hard time he could clearly detect the sound of Lanias’ blood coursing through her veins while her heartbeat pattered in his ears.
He’s used up a lot of energy since losing control fighting at the bar.
He now required sustenance, and he craved Lanias while his desire and hunger became one and the same.
LANIAS
Lanias staggered into the bedroom barely catching herself. Whipping around she confronted the large idiot Vampire, who was currently removing his clothes like a madman.
“You can’t be serious?” she said, slightly breathless. “I thought you said, you’d wait.”
He gave her a hard look. “You disappear without a word. I nearly killed every single person—”
“Nearly?”
“—in that damn bar. Patience is the last thing I’m capable of right now.”’
“So, you just what? Expect me to jump into bed with you.” She pointed at the bed. “We don’t even know if it can take the damage you’re planning.”
With his shirt gone and pants unbuckled, he rushed her.
“We’ll figure it out.” Simultaneously, he scooped her up while placing quick kisses along her jaw and neck. “All I know is the sound, smell and sight of you have me over the edge.”
She laughed. “No, Vampire. It’s your lack of control that has pushed you over the edge.” Lanias managed to say before he tumbled with her down on the bed. He crawled over her, his hair loose creating a curtain of moonlight around her.
“I want you. Now, give me everything Lanias,” he commanded her. Those cool moon greys piercing.
“I thought you said you wanted to know everything first. Even the things you believe I am hiding,” she whispered, as she reached up and brushed his hair from his face. “Don’t you wish to uncover everything about me, The Witch of Secrets?”
He grabbed her hand and kissed it. Breathing her in, closing his eyes he shuddered. “I learned something during my brief moment of madness.”
“And what was that?”
“Your secrets, your lies are part of what completes you.” Lanias’ breath caught at the look in his eyes. “I will not have another minute go by with you unclaimed and distant in soul and heart from me. I cannot stand the idea of losing you because of my own wish to completely own you.”
Staring up at him silently, Lanias contemplated her choices.
“I have never lied from a place of malicious intent.” She sighed, looking up at the man who was the most unplanned thing in her life.
“My lies to you, my sister, Oye. Hell, even to the other Witches have always been told in effort to protect others. I hope you understand that.”
He pressed his forehead gently against her head. “I can only ask that going forward, there be no lies between us.”
Her lashes lowered, as she thought over his request. “I can only promise I will try.”
She knew he wanted more from her, but that was all she could give him right now. Lanias didn’t even know what they were. For now, she’d slot him as her close fuck buddy, and once she had time to take an emotional audit of herself later.
He sighed, a sad smile gracing his handsome features. “It will have to do.”
She pursed her lips. “Now, kiss me, Vampire King.”
“As you command, madame.”
Moving her hand to the edge of his pants, she smirked as she set them on fire. The fabric became instant ashes and did not harm his skin. Lanias bit her bottom lip, “I helped you; shouldn’t you do the same.” She glanced down at her shirt.
Raising up, he grabbed her shirt and pulled. The buttons broke like nothing; the sound of them popping turned her lust up. She reached down and pulled her skirt up bearing her thigh. “I don’t need too much help. I’m ready.”
Alek grinned, leaning down he licked along her neck. Placing a kiss against her neck, drawing back he muttered. “But I need some more help.”
Alek continued his exploration of her smooth skin. The rich brown color was so addictive to explore, not a scar in sight. He felt the back of his right-hand itch, his mark wanted to grace her body so badly.
He pressed his left hand against her stomach, loving the feel of her.
He wanted to worship her. The act of kissing and tasting her was for him.
It satisfied him, knowing that she was burning for him.
That sweet smell filled the room, as she made small movements obviously eager for him to make the next move.
He sucked here, there and everywhere, he wanted to go lower. The more he touched her, the more he wanted to know. Her hands explored his back, her nails making demanding scratches as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked.
The act of fucking he’d mastered. But he now wanted to master Lanias. He wanted to learn her triggers, when he placed a kiss right underneath her right breast, she reacted with a quick breath. Just that move alone had him dripping, his dick so hard it could carve wood.
“Alek, I-I’m not patient,” her voice rasped, her eyes nearly closed. Her right hand grabbed his hair and twisted it in a fist. Not hard, but enough to be a warning. “Can you—fuck. I want your dick,” she demanded, lifting her head glaring at him. “Let’s do soft later.”
Alek smirked.
Lanias hand slipped from his hair as he rose up. He placed his hands on her knees. “Are you sure you can take it rough?”
“I can take anything you throw at me,” she said, with a cocky quirk of the brow. Her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen. “I want it all.”
He placed one hand on her hip, and one behind her head and turned them around so that she sat in his lap, and once more he took her lips hungrily. She moaned as he reached under her skirt only to frown against her lips. He drew back, glancing down. “Lanais?”
She smirked, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I may have burned your pants along with my underwear.”
Meeting her mischievous, cat-like expression, his eyes widened before he grinned. “God, I love you.”
She released a gasp before he took her lips again. They pressed together chest to chest, seemingly to battle for dominance. Lanias lifted her hips slightly with his help. He held his dick, more than ready to enter her.
Lanias almost muttered a prayer when she finally felt him press against her entrance.
As he entered, she wrestled with herself to keep from taking control back from him.
She wanted him to fill her right now with every fucking inch of himself.
But Alek was apparently a psychotic sweetie because he only entered inch by inch, slowly.
Her eyes rolled as her head dropped back.
She widened her thighs and barely refrained from slapping his hand from her waist to quickly seat herself on his dick.
His tongue moved with the expertise of a predatory cat against her skin, not helping her keep a cool mind. Though she wondered what fucking cool she was keeping. Her pussy was being filled with a delicious king size dick, her body was being worshiped, and her mind was focused on one thing.
Riding till she couldn’t feel her toes.
She could feel the slick slide of her juices on her inner thighs; she pursed her lips for anticipated kisses; had she orgasmed on his entry. Breathing through her noise, she straightened her head and pressed her head against his. “I’m moving.”
He hummed, his attention seeming to be on her throat and chest. She’d noticed he enjoyed the center of her chest the most. His hands lifted and cupped her breasts as he flicked and massaged them.
Lifting her hips, she moved up; but that simple movement had her squeezing her eyes closed.
Had she ever experienced something so good before?
The fit was complete, full and perfect, the experience of riding Alek’s dick was like finding the perfect flavor ice cream.
She licked her lips unconsciously. Lowering herself, she gritted her teeth.
Up-shit.
Down-shit.
Soon she had a rhythm, the grind hitting her in all the right spots.
Had sex always been so fucking good?
She was pleasuring herself with him.
Lanias opened her eyes, even though it was difficult. To find Alek watching her. His jaw tense, he was letting her be in control. Even though she could see the edge in his popped tendons from where he held her hips. Allowing her to dictate the speed.
“Alek,” she moaned, stilling. She dropped her head.
“What, love?”
She leaned forward. “Fuck me.”
She was on her back before she could blink, her right leg was on his shoulder. He grinned down at her. “You don’t have to ask twice.”
He thrusted once, and she choked.
The second time, she felt the world move.
Her breast jumped, and soon the bed was fucking moving.
His movements were deep, hard and filling.
She reached back and pressed her flat hand against the headboard.
The speed with which he fucked her had her head spinning.
He sucked and kissed on her ankle; she felt the flash of pain as his teeth found the back of her calf.
Reaching down, she placed a hand over his. But he only dropped her leg and leaned forward placing a hand on either side of her head. “Wrap your legs around my hips love.”
She did it immediately, feeling him go deeper. “Shit, I can feel you in my throat.”’
He kissed her mouth. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
She gasped, as he rolled his hips forward. “Do.”
Lanias lost complete awareness after that.
Her body became nothing more than an exposed nerve to pleasure.
She’d once found a book filled with different positions for sex, and that night her body was put in every position.
As sweat coated her body, her hair completely coiled with curls out of its press.
Alek loved pulling her to him, so that he was pressed close to her, skin-to-skin. From where she sat reverse cowgirl in his lap, to being on her knees. Her body was pushed to its limits over and over as the edge of pleasure cut into her.
She trembled, captured in his eternal hunger for her.
Her body was covered in small bites; he’d lap at the blood that slipped from her wounds. The pain merged with great pleasure. She found herself just whispering his name repeatedly until she thought she was crying out for her god.
“Deeper.” She cried. Lanias had her hands on the wall, as he fucked her from behind. She couldn’t even remember when they left the bed. Only that she was so close, so fucking close.
The sound of their bodies connecting had become her new favorite song.
“Lanias.” He leaned forward and whispered her name. “Be mine. Forever.”
“Anything, anything.” She promised, reaching behind her she grabbed him by the neck. Turning, she hungrily took his lips. “Anything, ah fuck. I’ll have your child. Shit, anything—ah fuck.” Her body tightened as she closed her eyes. “Shit. I’m—”
She felt him jerk his dick expanding before she felt him fill her to the brim with his semen. Her knees went weak, as he caught her to him turning them, so they fell into the bed together. Her body curled into his. His sperm leaked down her leg, she barely wanted to move.
He moved so her body lined up with his, his silver eyes bleeding silver. “One more thing.”
Lanias barely moved, her body well-loved and her fifth orgasm having taken the last of her strength. “Yes.”
He leaned up, nuzzling the side of her neck. “I’m hungry.”
“Then eat,” she muttered sleepily.
He grinned against her neck. “Okay.”
He wrapped his arms around her and sat up, and bared his fangs and lunged forward, his teeth clamping down on her shoulder.
“Alek.” She screamed his name, her eyes popping open.
The sensation of what felt like fire filling her body.
Her hands opened and closed, as she felt the walls of her vagina tighten and release as she jerked.
Her blood pulled from her body, as the beast who held her in his hold fed from her.
“Ah-I-I…” Her lips remained parted as no sound escaped, until he jerked his head back.
Those silver eyes surrounded by a sea of red, stared up at her. The hold on her body grew loose. In a daze, she lifted her hand, her fingers trailed his blood coated lips and chin. “Was I good?”
“Delicious,” he growled, barely holding onto his humanity.
She smirked. “Let me try.” She leaned down and took his lips. Their tongues met, the taste of iron blood, hot lust and madness moving back and forth between them. She only broke the kiss because she needed to breathe.
Alek stared up into sparkling black eyes as she gave a wriggle. Sighing she lowered her head, so she leaned on his chest.
“You fucked me into this mess. So, take responsibility and take me to the bathtub,” she grumbled like an upset kitten.
He grinned, losing the redness in his eyes and his fangs retracting. “But who seduced who?”
She slapped his chest. “Shut up. I can’t help being beautiful.”
He stood still holding her, she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Yes, yes. You can’t help it, my Queen.”
“Who’s Queen?” she muttered before she drifted off.
Alek placed a kiss on her head. “Mine.”
ALEK
He took her to the bathroom, and together they bathed.
Though Lanias was barely awake for it, and he returned her, bathed and warmed, asleep to the bed.
Where he pulled her close and closed his eyes.
Pretending not to hear the whispering beyond the walls, or the feeling of uneasiness that filled him for what may come tomorrow.
He would enjoy the peace of finally having his queen in his arms. His fingers trailed over the mark, which was now permanently on her skin, in the center of her chest.