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His
tongue slowly weaved through my mouth, tasting and testing. It felt
like the velvet petals of a rose; he tasted like strength and
power, just like his blood. When he used said tongue to flick
against my fang, the passion flared and the spot between my legs
pinged with jealousy.
I refused to let go, but as with all stolen
kisses, they were short and sweet. Dragus whispered my name as he
slid me down his muscular stomach. My leg caught the feel of his
hardening length, just before he set me to my feet. I smiled in
response.
“My lady, please let me help Adam. It worries
me that you were out there with the Lycans.” His voice was sincere
and his eyes told me he was worried. Dragus used his thumb to brush
a stray hair away from my cheek and I shivered.
“They won’t hurt me Dragus, you saw that,” I
reminded him.
“I will not let them hurt you either, mi
amado ,” he sighed. Mi what? I have so got to brush up on
my foreign languages. “We will help him. I’ll do everything in my
power to keep him safe. There may be a cure. If there is, we will
find it.” I don’t know where this change of heart came from. I
thought the Krieger were all about destroying Adam and
others like him, but now he wanted to help; maybe because Dragus
saw his pain and longing through my thoughts.
With nothing more than a brush of soft
knuckles against my cheek, he turned to leave. Ashby and Rowland
were waiting patiently outside standing next to the jet black
Hummer H3, police style. They both graced me with a polite bow and
stepped inside the cruiser. Dragus looked back over his shoulder,
and smiled. Yeah, if my heart was still beating like it did when I
was human, it would have galloped right out of my chest. His
compassion reminded me of my long lost dreams.
Man, he sure did move fast. No first date, no
flowers, no nothing, he just came right on out with it and kissed
me. I shouldn’t be surprised. Vampires are like that. There is an
animalist side to our kind, almost possessive. Male vamps are the
worst; they just go for what they want. But the cool side is, once
they bond, they mate for eternity. No worry about divorce among
immortals. It just doesn’t happen. Hell I don’t think it ever
has.
The bonding could start and if you separated
yourself from your mate, the bonding instinct would eventually
fade. Staying around only strengthens the bond. Once the bond is
complete, there is no turning back. That is why Lydia is so hot for
humans. To her, they’re expendable, like money; where there’s one,
there’s a hundred. I’m no spring chicken either, but by no means am
I a tramp. I still have class.
I’ve dated both vampires and humans, but
never got so wrapped up in a male that I bonded. I quit looking a
few decades ago and decided to just live my eternity to its
fullest. Buying the vampire bar shortly after we announced our
existence was my shot at independence.
We went a little overboard. The Queen had her
personal Krieger use their vampire juju to convince the Wall
Street Journal editors to allow us to have the entire day dedicated
to our announcement. Every page was riddled with the truth about
vampires. She planned and worded the announcement well enough to
the humans that they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that we don’t
kill when we feed.
Then she tapped into CNN, FOX News, CNBC and
all the other major television stations for a live broadcast. And
just like that, all hell broke loose. It took almost a year for the
humans to calm down and accept us. There were curfews in place for
humans and they armed themselves heavily. Until a U.S. Senator took
over and admitted that his pretty young wife was vampire. He led
the campaign for the Red Cross to start a donor program. Then the
U.S government took over. And viola! Here we are today, welcome, by
most, feared by the rest.
Dragus
“She has utterly lost her mind,” I grumped
after we climbed into the Hummer. “Charity thinks she can help him
all by
tongue slowly weaved through my mouth, tasting and testing. It felt
like the velvet petals of a rose; he tasted like strength and
power, just like his blood. When he used said tongue to flick
against my fang, the passion flared and the spot between my legs
pinged with jealousy.
I refused to let go, but as with all stolen
kisses, they were short and sweet. Dragus whispered my name as he
slid me down his muscular stomach. My leg caught the feel of his
hardening length, just before he set me to my feet. I smiled in
response.
“My lady, please let me help Adam. It worries
me that you were out there with the Lycans.” His voice was sincere
and his eyes told me he was worried. Dragus used his thumb to brush
a stray hair away from my cheek and I shivered.
“They won’t hurt me Dragus, you saw that,” I
reminded him.
“I will not let them hurt you either, mi
amado ,” he sighed. Mi what? I have so got to brush up on
my foreign languages. “We will help him. I’ll do everything in my
power to keep him safe. There may be a cure. If there is, we will
find it.” I don’t know where this change of heart came from. I
thought the Krieger were all about destroying Adam and
others like him, but now he wanted to help; maybe because Dragus
saw his pain and longing through my thoughts.
With nothing more than a brush of soft
knuckles against my cheek, he turned to leave. Ashby and Rowland
were waiting patiently outside standing next to the jet black
Hummer H3, police style. They both graced me with a polite bow and
stepped inside the cruiser. Dragus looked back over his shoulder,
and smiled. Yeah, if my heart was still beating like it did when I
was human, it would have galloped right out of my chest. His
compassion reminded me of my long lost dreams.
Man, he sure did move fast. No first date, no
flowers, no nothing, he just came right on out with it and kissed
me. I shouldn’t be surprised. Vampires are like that. There is an
animalist side to our kind, almost possessive. Male vamps are the
worst; they just go for what they want. But the cool side is, once
they bond, they mate for eternity. No worry about divorce among
immortals. It just doesn’t happen. Hell I don’t think it ever
has.
The bonding could start and if you separated
yourself from your mate, the bonding instinct would eventually
fade. Staying around only strengthens the bond. Once the bond is
complete, there is no turning back. That is why Lydia is so hot for
humans. To her, they’re expendable, like money; where there’s one,
there’s a hundred. I’m no spring chicken either, but by no means am
I a tramp. I still have class.
I’ve dated both vampires and humans, but
never got so wrapped up in a male that I bonded. I quit looking a
few decades ago and decided to just live my eternity to its
fullest. Buying the vampire bar shortly after we announced our
existence was my shot at independence.
We went a little overboard. The Queen had her
personal Krieger use their vampire juju to convince the Wall
Street Journal editors to allow us to have the entire day dedicated
to our announcement. Every page was riddled with the truth about
vampires. She planned and worded the announcement well enough to
the humans that they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that we don’t
kill when we feed.
Then she tapped into CNN, FOX News, CNBC and
all the other major television stations for a live broadcast. And
just like that, all hell broke loose. It took almost a year for the
humans to calm down and accept us. There were curfews in place for
humans and they armed themselves heavily. Until a U.S. Senator took
over and admitted that his pretty young wife was vampire. He led
the campaign for the Red Cross to start a donor program. Then the
U.S government took over. And viola! Here we are today, welcome, by
most, feared by the rest.
Dragus
“She has utterly lost her mind,” I grumped
after we climbed into the Hummer. “Charity thinks she can help him
all by
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