Dominik
My little galambom has a tiny human growing inside her. I have seen it with my own eyes. It looked like a bean, but then it had a head and tiny heart which fluttered and fluttered.
An entire being within her. A living being. It sets something off inside me, something I can’t fathom. Something which causes pain in my chest.
I rub there as I wait for the doctor to take blood from her behind the screens, which is entirely unnecessary, as the scent of it fills the room and makes my fangs ache.
I long to feed from my mate again, even if we’ve entered into this arrangement I proposed and now dislike with every bone in my body.
Lucy is my mate. There is nothing I can do to change it. My agreement with my brother should keep her safe providing no one outside my inner circle knows she is not a vampire.
It does, however, mean I need to discuss something else with my Lucy.
The doctor pulls back the screens and places the vials with the life-giving liquid into separate plastic bags and then places stickers on each of them with a stern look at me.
“You are doing very well.” She pats Lucy on the arm. “Your baby is healthy and providing you look after yourself, everything will be fine.”
“Lucy will have everything she needs,” I say.
“Everything?” Lucy queries as she stands and adjusts her clothing. “Are you sure about that, Dominik?”
The ring on her finger catches the light.
“Everything,” I say emphatically as the corner of her mouth quirks up.
Am I going to regret my rather expansive statement? Most probably.
“Unless you have any further examination, Doctor?” I stare at the human who has been treating both humans and dealing with their vampires for many years.
She shakes her head. “I’ll see you in two months’ time, unless you have any concerns, in which case Mr. Király has my contact details.”
Lucy thanks her, and I hold the door open for my mate to leave. Outside in the large anteroom, I catch up with her.
“I have something to ask you.” I murmur in her ear, reveling in the scent of her hair. “Come with me.”
I lead her out of the room, into the large atrium where the staircase winds up from the ground floor and along a passage which leads around to the other side of the building away from the road.
This part is empty. As the building itself belongs to me, I know which areas are let and which are not. Opening one door, I usher Lucy into the room.
“It must be important if you’ve had to bring me here,” she says, looking around at the empty space. The walls are a stark white, in contrast to the wooden flooring.
“It is.” I place a hand on the wall next to her.
Lucy leans to one side, resting her shoulder against the same wall, and folds her arms. She raises her eyebrows.
“It’s to do with you being my consort.”
“I’ve already agreed to it, Dominik. I’m not going back on my word,” she says.
“It’s more about how you are to be my consort,” I say, caging her against the wall as I shift my weight around and press against her.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” she says, staring up at me with that fierceness I absolutely love sparkling in her eyes.
“Ah, that is true, but vampires expect a clearer indication as to whose consort you are.”
“Like what?”
“My mark.”
Her sweet brow furrows. I can almost see her working through her encyclopedic knowledge of vampires as the Van Helsings have it written down.
But there’s plenty vampire hunters could never know. Plenty our age old enemies, who still pursue us, regardless of the new world, don’t even want to know.
And I have her, doing anything but trembling beneath me, a delicious morsel ripe for the picking.
“I don’t understand.”
“My bite, little dove,” I growl. “You need to be marked with my bite. To show you have been turned.”
“But…” She slides her hand over her stomach. “If you bite me like that, I will be turned.”
“I turn whom I want. It is a privilege of my status.” I press against her, pushing her up to the wall. “If I don’t want to turn you, I will not.”
“So how…?”
“I used my venom to heal you from last time.” I trace a finger down her neck and over the area where I fed.
Lucy shivers slightly at my touch, and a perfume fills the room, making my hard cock even harder.
“If I use less, it will leave a mark. My mark. On my property.”
“Your property?” A light dances in her eyes which says she will never be mine.
Little does she know, she has always been destined for me.
“Mine,” I growl, sliding my hand under her cashmere top and meeting warm, smooth skin. “All mine.” I dip my head to capture her lips, my fingers sliding down under the waistband of the soft pants she wears. “Mine to pluck, ripe and ready. Mine to bite. Mine to claim.”
I push my hand between her apex and find she is soaking already. Her legs tremble as I slip in a digit and curl it up so I can reach the perfect point inside her.
“Dominik!” she gasps. “What if someone comes?”
“I’m very much hoping you will come, little dove. Come all over my hand.”
“Ah!” she cries out as I press in the perfect place, her body shaking as it responds to me even though I sense her resistance.
Her pants are easy to whisk away, and my cock is in my hand before she has even had time to open her eyes. I’m inside her, her legs wrapped around my waist, my hands spanning hers, her arms around my neck as she kisses me as fiercely as she once proposed to stake me.
Deep within her silken heat, the prospect of placing my mark on her, I’m not entirely sure I can hold my spill.
Because Lucy has stolen my soul, and being buried within her will take all the rest of me.