The Vampire King's Wife

Valentine's Day Pt. 2

After drinking wine and eating mini sandwiches, they shared a blood bag as they talked for hours.  Alianna felt warm as the sunset on her skin, Marco behind her, back pressed against the tree. He held her in his arms feeling her silky skin, breathing her in, he whispered, “How did I do?” Alianna grinned, “Perfect. So simple, but it was sweet. Just me and you…I liked this. I want to do this more.” 

Marco grinned as he kissed her head, “Of course…can I read you something?” Alianna nodded as he reached into the basket and pulled out a book. He removed a ribbon he’d pulled from her hair so long ago, and opened a page he’d been stuck on. Because it made him think of her. 

As the sky turned a matte purple with stars on one side and bright orange with the sun falling on the horizon, Marco read, “I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and flaming self-respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be.” 

Meeting her eyes, Marco concluded, “I love her and that is the beginning of everything.” 

Alianna’s eyes watered and as the sun completely left them, she leaned in and kissed Marco. Her body melted into his, and he groaned as they fell back on the blanket. Moaning as he kissed and sucked down her neck, Alianna gasped as her skirt fell up her hips making him groan seeing her cute lacy pearl boy shorts. Kissing down her neck, Marco wanted his head buried in between her legs. 

Sucking on her clit and driving her wild as he f****d her with his tongue. But like it seemed to become evident, they were always going to be interrupted. 

“S-sire!” A nervous guard called back turned to them. After rushing up and seeing their predicament, he quickly turned around to not see anything. God only knew what King Marco would do to him if he did. 

Sitting up, Marco panted out, “What do you need Kiser to interrupt me?” Kiser winced as he admitted, “It’s your grandfather sire…something has set him off and he’s…well he’s destroying the throne room.” Hearing a loud crash, and seeing a chair rolling from a large window, Alianna jumped in alarm hearing Macon roaring in agony. 

It was such a pain even she could acknowledge. 

Marco groaned in annoyance as he rolled his shoulders, “Great, just what the f**k I need right now.” Sitting up, Alianna met his eyes and kissed him one last time, “Go, go handle your grandfather. I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Sighing, he kissed her goodbye before helping her up. Alianna took the basket and walked into the castle heading to her room. 

Walking to deal with his grandfather, Marco found him throwing more s**t and almost hitting a female guard. Rushing over, Marco’s sword was out before anyone could move. He sliced the chair down the middle and watched it fall at his feet. 

Macon stopped seeing his grandson and seeing so much of the younger self he hated. And he immediately attacked.