Savage Awakening: A Blood Thirst Novel (Book 2) BDSM Erotica/ Paranormal Romance/ Romance Erotica (15 page)

“Your mother, I grow tired of hearing of your complaints about your mother. We have fucking… excruciatingly great foreplay for a whole fucking year and your complaints are about her! For a whole year I’ve been waiting to claim you tonight… to take you from here, make you mine forever! You are beyond fucked up, Emma! I just had my dick in some other woman, gods that sickens even me. Tell me what can you possibly do that’s worse than that?” He said adjusting his clothing before he turned. He neglected to wipe his lips clean of the blood I saw there. He waited for a response, but I said nothing only stared him down because he never drank from me. He made sure to drink from everyone, but me.

I was not going to fall for his lies, why would he choose me?

I was a piece of work alright, my mind argued before I continued. “She will smell the blood on you as I do, she will smell the two of you together, I know I can.”

“You’ve ruined us, Emma. Enjoy your party. Let me worry about how to deal with your mother, you should find some company and enjoy yourself tonight. I know I’m not done.” He said preparing to leave, but then something stopped him.

“Tell me something, why are you not at the ball? It is in your honor after all, are you not pleased with all your admirers falling over your feet to dance with you?” He said it sounding broken hearted and lost… before closing the distance between us.

“Don’t come near me. You smell of sex and have her scent all over you. You disgust me.”

“Do I really, my not so sweet girl? Then why are you here and not at your ball?”

“I don’t care for any of it, all I care about is how you are disgracing her. She lives blinded by her love for you. You will not repeat this offense again! Swear it.”

He was hysterical with laughter, great we both just lost our minds after the year we just had together. “You dare make demands of me after making it clear you want nothing to do with me?”

“And you dare laugh at me, I hate you… I don’t care who dies! I’ve stopped caring. I hope she rips out your coming… freak, I meant cunning throat when I tell her.” I turned, picking up my long and fitted, silver silk and lace overlay strapless gown with buttons leading down my back into a ruffled train- to find my mother.

“Emma you could say fuck, seeing as we’ve
come, many of times,
very close to doing the deed on countless opportunities.” He yelled from behind me.

He was suddenly in front of me, thinking he could stop me.

Grabbing my arm forcefully, “You are not going anywhere when you need to
come
so bad, shall we take a trip to my castle, you left your whip tied to my bedpost the last time you used it, Love?” I knew he meant to take me there now… and I was afraid if he did I would beg him not to bring me back.

“Why haven’t you tried drinking from me?” I said it sounding like a disappointed child.

“Emma do you really wish me dead, you know what will happen to me if I drink.” He buried my face in his neck.

“Yet you never once even came close to losing control, or for that matter with all the magic you practice... you have failed to come across one measly spell that will make it possible for us to mate.”

“My Gods Emma, is this why you left me… because you doubt my intentions towards you?”

“Get out of my way… it’s too late because I no longer wish for those things.”

“No Emma, you will answer me this!” He roared shaking me.

“Do you forget that I too can easily trace to her?” I yelled.

“Before you go running away… tell me Emmaley, why are you in so much pain? I’ll exchange you our pleasure for your pain. Tell me girl, do you miss me coming to your room at night to kiss you goodnight and wish you the sweetest fucking dreams in my bed? Do you feel neglected because I’ve stopped playing games with you? I can remedy it now. How about we play your favorite game now? Master says… and winner takes all.”

I was shaking with anger and need, “I’m done playing your games
, and I’m done being your puppet… like you said I have many admirers, so it should be very simple for me to find someone… loyal.”

“If I had the fucking whip I’d whip you now for lying, but who needs the whip when you’re so eager for me now. Lower your dress and show me how your heart beats for me, lift up your skirts and let me see how soaking wet you are, and I’ll tell you all my deepest, darkest secrets, My One and Only Beloved Mate.”

He’d never called me that before… and it scared me to the point I wanted to run to him and beg him to forgive me… to love me because he had a maddening look in his eyes.

The moon was swiftly hidden by dark clouds as my hands raised drawing force, and I slammed him on the ground. He fought and snarled, “What punishment does my sweet and kind
Queen
have in mind for me with the look of death in her eyes?”

“Promise me it will end tonight, or you will soon find out.” I shouted over the wind as it shrilled giving voice to the emotions my heart suppressed- kicking up speed.

“No… you will make no such demands of me, you hear me! I’m seeking relief the only way I know how. Let me at least find it with your face and your name on my lips, or I will fucking take you from here and never let you go.”

“No. I won’t let you. You sicken me! Relief? I promise, you won’t find it, I will tear you apart!” The winds began forming a funnel around us… enclosing, the force of it pushing us at one another. I told him he sickened me, but the truth was it was I who was sick because he’d turned me into what I feared he would… I’d come to the point where all I wanted, obsessed about was what he would have me do next- I’d looked forward to debasing myself for him.

“I will only take from you your blood, pain, and tears… you will have my name on your lips when you beg me for mercy, Eros.”

He looked bewildered, his fangs extended… his body lifting, shoving towards me. “Emmaley STOP, you’re losing control it will destroy us.”

“The mighty Eros is finally… afraid. You wanted my darkness for a whole year, have me then. You Eros, you… will not survive- it will destroy you!” I said looking at him and unleashing all the volatile emotions I’d fought against and carried with me since ending our affair, now all I felt was a great sense of relief as I let it flow through me, and I unleashed it onto him. He was stunned. I think he didn’t believe me capable of harming him... I’d idolized him. He’d been my everything while I’d fought against self-hate since leaving my heart, mind, and inhibitions in his bed.

He’d made me hate myself because I’d opened myself to all his demands pretending to be someone else, someone who wasn’t weighed down, sinking deep into the quicksand of my quilt… while finding the courage to worship him for a whole year. It would end now.

I flashed out of the storm and entered the ballroom, smoothing out my dress, and making sure there wasn’t a single hair out of place- quickly making my way to my seat.

I will enjoy my ball,
I thought while I put up a perfect front yet uncontrollably shook inside.

Lifting my mask, I felt hollow as I studied the elaborate designs; decorated with silk, pearls, diamonds, and feathers forming a beautiful half-moon. I placed it over my face trying to hide my increasing dissatisfaction. The evening had definitely had it its downs, but it definitely seemed with recent events- I would put them past me.

He would find no easy escape. I’d made sure of it. I would enjoy this magical night.

I
walked through the many tables and roman columns towards the dance floor when my trailing hand was captured, and I was pulled back and turned to land in the arms of one of my statues come to life. My hand was lifted to full sensual lips- I was sure I’d never seen before.

What I saw and was visible… left exposed by the mask he wore was a strong jawline, firm while soft and ample lips were illuminated by candlelight and rose-gold glow. The tapestries were all done in gold, rose, and peach and there were wrought iron chandeliers and wall sconces with candles lit throughout bathing everything in a gilded sheen.

The room glowed all around him emphasizing every line of his sculpted body making everyone else fade into nothing. My head began to spin while I looked at eyes that belonged in the night sky- their light was surely brighter than any star. His eyes captured my attention and wouldn’t release me, they were shining bright… sapphire blue- similar to the currents found in lightning, and their beauty incomparable to anything I’d ever seen.

Eyes I could fall in love with.

My eyes traveled down to the rest of his face, intrigued because it was so well hidden by his mask. My breath caught as he wet his lips before his mouth made its way traveling a path from my white gloved hand, turning my hand over, to my exposed wrist. His lips remained while he paused and inhaled me. I felt the heat of his breath before I felt his lips touch my skin, his tongue quickly darting out and stealing a taste. It’s crazy but I felt my skin quickly absorb him… it felt like we were making love from just him tasting me.

Currents assaulted me running from my hand and through my body while his eyes pierced mine and his full lips drew up in a half smile.

“I’ve been searching for you, Princess. You have eluded me all evening. But no longer, say you will honor me by giving me the pleasure of this dance… and that I may steal your company for what remains of the evening.”

Just then lightning struck, close enough the flash lit us with a blue sheen as I looked up at our colossal glass cathedral ceiling. I felt him move, trapping me against him while my heartbeat responded- becoming erratic as his hand traveled from my waist up to my back. He turned me to a darkened area of the dance floor where the candles had blown out.

“It seems a perfect storm is coming.”

I smiled because I knew he referred to himself all while whispering in my ear.

I remembered how I’d left Eros and thought maybe I’d gotten a little carried away- driving a storm towards us. The storm was getting violent and closer which could only mean Eros was also nearby. Wind blew strong, banging on the windows and doors while some opened with the driving force. Guests tried to rush into the main house running to the more secure structure.

“I’m sorry but there is something I must do. Will you wait for me in the gallery? I wish to know who you are.” It seemed a fitting place for him to wait.

“No, leave him… to rot in his corruption. He isn’t of your concern.” He said as the rain hit us from an open window because as everyone tried to flee… he drew us closer to the walls, away from everyone. His hands holding me tight and not letting me go.

“I assure you, I don’t know what you are referring to.” I screamed over the wind in sudden panic.

“I saw you rushing after the Vampire King out into the gardens.” He said watching the main doors before his eyes came back to my lips.

“Did you follow me?” I asked him, my hands traveling up, fingers reaching for his mask because I needed to see who he was, and why he took such an interest – how he… a stranger managed to know what I’d kept hidden from everyone.

Eros would kill him for showing interest and captivating my attention.

“You cannot stay, he’ll kill you… especially after what I’ve recently done to him.” I pushed him away, frantic now, because I could feel Eros nearing the entry doors. “Go now… it’s not safe for you here.”

He pulled me with him, “We’re leaving together… hold on to me.”

I did what he asked, without question, because I feared Eros would find my stranger and I. As soon as I grabbed him, he pulled on the diamond necklace Eros had given me, broke it free from me, and let it fall to the floor at our feet.

“You shouldn’t be wearing this if you want him to leave you alone.”

We took flight, escaping through an open window. Black, as the night that surrounded us, leathered wings opened wide and carried us away. I gasped at how wonderful it felt to be held by him, moving through the night together in each other’s arms.

“What is your name?” I asked him breathlessly.

“You can call me Dracos, the second in line for the Draconian Throne and your willing slave. Why don’t I show you why you don’t need a whip to master a beast, Angel.”

“How do you know so much… you overheard everything didn’t you?”

“Shhhh, have you never thought of me again since we were last in each other’s arms because all I’ve done is held on to that brief moment?”

He landed in front of a cottage, while I quietly searched my mind- intently watching him.

“How about you follow me inside, and I’ll show you the steps you need to take to never think of him again?”

I should have killed him for all that he knew, but I… followed him instead.

He led me towards the entrance, I stopped suddenly because this sounded too good to be true, “My prince are you hiding a pitchfork and tail somewhere because your offer sounds too tempting to resist; although, I must confess I am profoundly curious, but fear of the consequences upon my soul… will you promise to return it intact if I should follow you into the depths of your humble cottage?”

“My
Dear Princess, I only wish to free you of the burden you wish to liberate yourself from. Trust me… your soul will be lighter than an exhaled breath and as unpolluted as your white gloves.” His eyes were focused upon my neck and shoulders wandering down the length of me, consuming me.

“Then please be so kind as to lead the way, and I shall all too gladly follow, My Prince.” I said as I bowed inclining my head slightly.

I wasn’t prepared for the sight of what lay beyond the foyer. The full moon shone brightly through the tall glass doors that led to the outside courtyard where there was a shimmering lake just beyond a cherry blossom tree. Two swans swimming side by side, made it picture perfect… but the beauty of it all was what awaited me over the lake.

In the center of it all, a floating dock supported a generous round table lit by two candelabras- it was set for two. I blindly let him lead me through the doors and so quickly
- he held me against him, taking me over the lake and onto the dock. My hands slid over him right before my arms enveloped his neck, and I realized with just one look, such as the one he was giving me now, I had no need for my soul just as long as it belonged to him.

My hands slid down just as my feet touched the thick glass dock. “How have you accomplished this?” I whispered.

“I can’t give all my secrets away, Angel.” I smiled up at him. “My God, but you are more beautiful in the flesh.” He said shedding his coat and throwing it into the water. “Let’s go for a swim… I wish to dine- naked.”

My smile turned serious because he was good, and I was falling fast… there was something troubling me, but I couldn’t focus on the thought long enough to pin point it. Probably because his fingers were undoing his black bow-tie, and soon after I saw a shirt button coming undone… I feel like the button… I’m coming undone while impatiently waiting for him to undress.

“Dracos, we must stop… this has gone too far.”

“Princess you must permit me to make good on my offer to you, it is the gift I wish to bestow you with. Please, if you’ll just take a seat you will see it is all very simple and harmless.” He moved with fluid grace behind the chair and lifted it back patiently waiting for me to accept his request.

I feel myself move towards the offered chair because he is so good at making requests seem more like demands.

Looking at his lips, I make my way to him, and realize I don’t need much more reassurance because I find myself eagerly taking the seat he provides as his lips find my shoulder, and he lays tender kisses on my skin. My eyes close in surrender, my head slowly tipping back as his kisses climbed higher on my neck and my mouth opens on a moan.

Presently, it was his tongue I was losing my will to, “What will you do with me?” I asked hopelessly because I failed to put up any fight in the battle he so expertly waged against me.

“I’m removing him from your thoughts, your skin, your soul… you will now only wish to know me, be with me, feel me… you despise him, his lies, but most importantly you despise his touch. Is it not so, Angel?”

I smile thinking us foolish and impulsive, “Do you believe it to be so simple, My Prince?”

His hand captures my neck… gently squeezing and my eyes open to find him turning my chair and kneeling before me. We are staring into each other’s eyes, and I feel him trapping me, “Do you wish to have my heart, Eva?”

“Yes.” I moan breathlessly because it is not the first time he has asked me this… I’ve heard him call me that name, a hazy memory- making it sound so familiar on his lips.

With his hand on my neck he roughly pulls me to him, kissing me passionately as I begin to feel stripped of all the years that transpired between Eros and I. They are erased, nulled… they even never happened. He’s taken them from me, and I understand they are his burden to carry. I am freed. He has saved me from myself.

This man has done this with just one bonding kiss. I gasp ashamed because Dracos is in my head stripping me of my last year, his grip tightens on me… pulling me up roughly against him and taking me down to my knees, the chair sliding away from us- clattering on the glass.

He views it all through my eyes and witnesses the pain of my pride being shredded, my shame, need, guilt, selfish love, self-hate, sexual discovery, and the ardor to continue with the vicious cycle just to witness Eros’s triumphant fervor to take it all, use it as a driving force that unites us- ultimately consuming the both of us.

There are tears burning my eyes because I cannot breathe as his lips release me, and I try gasping for air because he is choking me.

“I will not share you, your obsession with him ends now! Do you understand me, Eva?” He roars. My fists hit his chest as I shake my head no because I don’t want to completely lose all those years.

All too late, it is clear to me… because I know I will lose them… Eros forever. I realize Eros was madly in love with me… perhaps it was because Dracos discovered it- opened my eyes to the truth just in the moments I was forever losing My Beloved.

“No, stop… please, I can’t fail him. He means everything to me… always has!” I am openly crying because too late I am left with the knowledge that we both tried to love each other the only way we knew how, and I understand I have traded my soul with the devil for empty promises.

Rain is hitting us, just as I’m hitting him harder each time because I’m drawing strength from the elements around me. His shirt is ripped to pieces as my fingers dig in and draw his blood. He is losing his grip on me when his claws slide into my neck, but I laugh knowing he can’t kill me. The unwavering wind blows breaking a champagne flute on our glass floor, so I take the stem and drive it through his neck.

He begins shifting, the flute glass slips out of his neck, his skin begins mending itself, and he becomes this huge form of half man and half dragon… a tail forms and I scramble away, screaming at the top of my lungs.

“Eros, please My King!”

His blood on my fingers… feels like a drug permeating into my skin… making me weak all over. I can’t fight him like this on my own.

I’m screaming for Eros because I know the wind will carry my plea to him.

His tail crashes against the glass floor around me. Everything is sinking into the cold, dark abyss- the table, chairs, candelabras, and in the middle of it- I’m falling into the void of the lake knowing I’m going deeper into hell. I refuse to go down but my dress is weighing me down as I lethargically try to make my way up to the surface.

Just when I’m about to win my struggle with my dress and the water, I reach and grasp the air that will free me, but the lake is suddenly engulfed in flames, and I have no choice, but to let myself sink.

I think I can wait an eternity to be with Eros again because all I have is time and my love for him, so I make a silent promise to myself never to forget him.

The dragon dives into the fiery lake. I try to hide in the darkness of the water behind some huge rocks, but my hair… the shining beacon that it is- gives me away. I begin to use the moon’s energy to pull me out of the lake when his tail wraps… constricting around my waist, and he hits me with a beam of electrifying blue light.

The light channels into me… igniting my body for him. I feel myself shining brighter than the
Sun, and I’m left burning for him because… he is my only reason. I think I seal the lake above us, covering it in ice so we are never found. I know it will successfully keep his light from shining through.

Maybe it’s a defense mechanism because the more he scorches me with his heat the more the ice travels down, nearing us, but one thing is certain… I can’t help myself from reaching for him as he is nearing me- the monstrosity that he is, and I would give myself to him.

His tail loosens and arms wrap around me taking me down further from the ice… I feel him shifting back into his human form while swimming through the underwater tunnels. I know he’s done it to take me deeper into this abyss, his blue-light shines illuminating our way through the underwater passageways.

I’m breathless by the time we break the water’s surface inside a grotto, but it’s not due to lack of air… the truth is I don’t need it. I’m breathless because I know he is naked… I can feel his warmth through the thin lace and satin fabric of my gown.

He is staring deep into my eyes…weaving threads of steal around my soul. “You put up quite a fight, Angel.” He said fangs extending.

“You know if you bite me… it all ends here because no one can drink from me, that is, not without meeting their death seconds later.” I warn lacing my gloved fingers behind his neck and joining our bodies underneath the water.

“I’m the luckiest
monster
on this realm, Eva because this gift the gods have bestowed upon you to ensure your safety against all those who will seek to take you from me… has absolutely no effect on me other than… tying us to one another.” He groans the last words against my ear. I feel his teeth taking my earlobe, pulling it into his mouth just as I begin to pull the gloves off and enjoy placing my hands over his back, roaming his body- pushing up against him.

I groan from frustration because my dress is in the way. His wings expand… open high above us, and we are instantly on land.

“Let me help you with that, Angel.”

“You can read my thoughts!”

“Yes.”

I take two steps back, still wearing my lace strappy heels which tie with diamonds around my ankles. His hand shoots out because he believes I seek distance from him when the truth is I only wish to have him inside me… underneath my skin, but I wish to see all of him first… not just his beautiful sapphire-blue eyes and his captivating lips.

He growls deep in his throat and his shaft throbs twitching as my eyes take a hold of him… catching the movement.

“Are you still reading my thoughts?” I ask unable to meet his eyes enthralled by a new feature of this alluring creature.

“Yes, you want me to fuck you, but first you wish to appreciate me.” His hands take the rim of my dress, over my breasts, and shred it off me.

I’m barely left standing in black lacey heels and a black lace thong.

“I wish to do the same, with my stolen treasure.” He says before I read his movements. He is about to go to his knees and breathe me in.

I push him roughly against the wall, “Too bad dragon, I’m done admiring you… I want to love you.” I say mounting him while he easily lifts me over him.

“No Eva, say what you will have me do to you!”

He is eager to hear it, so I can’t help but to tell him what I initially couldn’t bring myself to say.

“What I want… My Prince is…”

“Darius is my first name Angel, just as Emmaley is yours, but I choose to call you by your second name… Eva because I know no one has ever spoken it to you, since you were taken. Say it by calling me Darius.” He pleads over my lips.

“I want you to… fuck me, Darius.” I say before taking his lips and savagely kissing him.

“Are you ready to take me, Eva?”
His mind whispers when his hands grip my hands away, from going down on his body; he brings them over my head, and unites them into one of his. I struggle against his hold- my breasts quivering against him.

“Why are you teasing me? I know you don’t wish to go all the way! I can see how you’re holding back from me.”

“Eva, baby… please, hold still because I won’t allow myself from taking what I want more than anything- tonight. I can’t make you mine, but we can come damn close if you just let me keep some control…baby please!”

“Why do all this? Take me from him and make me tell you what I want… only for you to deny me!” I cry against his neck because I won’t stop trying for him to give me what I want. Is this his sick game?

“No Eva, I will have you choose me… out of your own free will, but until then I promise not to steal your innocence from you. Please baby… remember how lost you feel without me now, when I ask you to choose.”

I discover something new about myself and that is… I can take anything, but this man begging me like a dying man begging for salvation.

“Do what you will, baby… just please do it now… I need you.” I beg just as shamelessly. My struggles stop against him… trying to show him I’m worthy, I’m good… I’m his.

“You Are… Mine, Angel!” He says lifting me higher, his lips blowing warm air over my nipple before he claims it… leisurely savoring, sucking me. He stops, lifts his face opening his lips, and dips his tongue onto my other breast… licking and blowing sweet torture on me.

“Say it out loud Eva, or I won’t give you what you want tonight… It’s almost midnight baby… hurry this was your present. The release from the guilt you have been silently begging for.”

“I’m yours Darius… I promise to always be yours. Promise never to leave me… baby.”

His mouth claims my nipple, his hand squeezing me against his mouth. I scream from the mindless thrill and begin shaking against him. I want my hands freed… I need them to torture him just as he is doing to me.

He roars nipping my breast when I feel his saliva sinking into my skin meeting with my blood, and I come roaring like a wild beast. He is drinking me…and I feel him losing the battle to preserve his composure.