Dominik
I had no intention of taking Lucy here, but my feral side has taken over and instead I explode inside her against the wall, my knots swelling as she gasps out my name in a voice hoarse with pleasure. I fill her with more spill than I’ve ever produced in my undead life.
Her blood courses through me, sweet, salty, metallic, and life-giving. What I’ve been craving for all this time. The only thing I can stomach, the only liquid which will ever matter again. And all the better for being freely given.
For a while, there is only the sound of her breath, ragged and needy as her body pulses over me, hot and perfect. Between us is the mere shadow of what she is going to become in a few months. A mama-to-be, rounded out, ready and delicious.
“You took your pleasure, my galambom? As I told you to.”
“I think we both got something out of…what we just did.” She curls her hand around the back of my neck, and I press a kiss to her lips. “But did you,” she studies my face, “bite me?”
“Did you not want to be bitten?”
She shivers, and her gorgeous, tight channel ripples over my swollen knots. Knots which have never swelled to this degree before. Knots which are painful as much as they are pleasurable.
“I wasn’t sure,” she says, her forehead dropping against my chest, “but it was…better than I expected.” She lifts her head back up to look me in the eyes. “So, am I a vampire now?”
“I think a Van Helsing knows the answer to that particular question. You only become a vampire if I want you to become a vampire.”
Her eyes twinkle. She knows.
“But if you can only feed from me”—she dips her head a little, before looking up at me through her eyelashes—“what does that mean for the baby?”
“Human beings have approximately ten pints of blood in them. A hungry vampire would consume roughly one hundred milliliters in a feed. We take little, and even if we take it often, we don’t take enough to cause you any ill.
But if you don’t wish me to bite you again, my dove, then I will not. I don’t have to feed.”
“Lucky me,” she says, filled with sass as she is filled with my seed and with a child.
I nuzzle up against her neck, knowing my knots are unlikely to release her any time soon, and I lap over the rapidly fading marks I made.
“But in all of my knowledge, a vampire feeding on a pregnant human has never harmed the child.” I feel her shiver and her tight cunt ripple over me. “We are not monsters, Lucy.”
“No, you’re predators, and you have a vested interest in keeping your prey alive.”
I lift my head to look at her.
“Is that what you really believe?”
She blinks twice.
“No.” She looks over my shoulder. “I’m not sure I ever believed it. But when you’re told something over and over, it becomes a certain type of truth, one you can’t escape.”
“Humans slaughtered my father shortly after he turned me and my brother because we begged him to. Neither of us could imagine leaving him. But we had to anyway,” I say quietly.
“There was a part of me who thought the truth was humans were vicious, dangerous creatures we should hide from. Damek thought otherwise. He thought they should pay for what they did.”
Lucy traces her index finger over my shoulder.
“I didn’t know,” she says quietly.
“Why would you know? It’s not something I’m going to advertise.
” I put my hand under her chin and tilt her beautiful face up to mine.
“I am Dominik Király, king of the Budapest vampires. I have a vast network under my control. I am dangerous, I am feral, I am invincible,” I growl.
“No one crosses me. My past is the deeds I have done since I was turned, and it is what makes me great today.”
“But you are not a monster?”
“I am not a monster. I am a survivor, my dove. I survived for this moment we are having now. I survived for you.”