He knows she's here...
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Tavek knew the minute his blood slave stepped into his castle. The darkness swirled around him and the walls of his room felt like they were closing in on him. The air around him thickened with a delicious fragrance that had his fangs throbbing in his mouth and his c**k aching in his pants. Laying half-dressed on his now clean bed, his body felt tight and hypersensitive.
He palmed his c**k feeling lust and hunger shoot through his veins – the two were synonymous feeding from each other until his body was a mass of need. And his primal urges took over his senses. Tavek pierced his tongue with his fang. He groaned as blood filled his mouth. His nostrils flared – he imagined it was hers. His faceless blood slave feeding him her sweet smelling blood. His hips ground into his hand seeking the much needed friction that fed his physical hunger.
Tavek moaned. His fangs throbbed in his mouth.
He’ll have her bound, stripped and straining on his fangs in seconds.
He needed her. The random thought zapped into his mind as he braced to trace to her.
He clenched his jaw, breathing hard.
He traced to his feet, and wore down the carpet. He paced the length of the room.
He couldn’t need her! Tavek shook his head.
There had to be an explanation.
A residual effect of the awakening? He didn’t know. Sometimes over sensitivity of the senses occurred in newly awaken vampires before they completed their acclimation. A growl sounded deep in his throat as the brunt of desire burned hotter. Images of blood flowing marring porcelain skin as he plundered her softness filled his mind accompanied by the need to dominate, hunt and maim.
The urge to go to her intensified.
Tavek stood still, breathing deep. His eyes flew to the tent made by his still hard c**k in his pants. He could feel heat coming off the thing. Why couldn’t he control his body?
He hissed the sound echoing in the darkened room.
He needed to get his senses under control. He couldn’t slip into one of his rages and accidentally kill the blood slave chosen for him by the Gog. That wouldn’t go down easily. Blood slaves were part of their world now. That was one of the clauses his father had put in place. No more hunting. Most of the vampires in the castle had blood slaves – humans living amongst vampires like it was normal. The Gog, chose the blood slaves to the appetites of each vampire. The blood slaves were attached to their masters in a way Tavek didn’t understand. He was supposed to give her the obligatory bite that will bind her to him. He didn’t think he could do it without killing or hurting her.
If he was going to rule he had to get himself under control, and not seem like an unstable prince. Or he could kiss his father’s throne goodbye. No sane vampire will support an insane prince. Gone are those days when vampires revered strength and the thrill of the hunt.
Things were different now. And so should he be.
Tavek ignored the buzzing in his mind and his hard member.
He needed…fuck f**k f**k.
Tavek groaned as all he could think about was his blood slave. A woman he hasn’t met yet. The thought of having her beneath him writhing and taking his c**k was strong, enticing and driving him crazy.
His body vibrated with lust, his fangs dripped saliva and his claws gleamed in the dark.
He couldn’t go to her like this. On impulse Tavek traced to the only place that was familiar and seemed to centre him. The southern barrier where the caves of old where located. The caves had been home once. He remembered their cold and musty interiors like it had only been yesterday.
Tavek turned to the entrance – the mouth was large and wide, a gaping wound in the face of a roughhewn rock. He walked bare footed on the rocky path leading inside, feeling nothing – not even the sharp rocks that pierced the skin beneath his feet. Inside he stood still smelling the familiar air.
Nothing has changed, he stared at the white rock above. He’d spend many daylight hours staring at it thinking of his next hunt. They’d lived for nothing else back then. The thirst was the rule. But this new world he had woken into, it was turning him into something he couldn’t recognize.
He felt out of his depth, overwhelmed. He huddled against the wall in the dark. The cold seeped into his skin cooling his overheated body, and the ferocious beast that lived within him.
Robin had waited for the prince. She had freshened up in the bathroom, and the nightgown that left nothing to the imagination that Keegan had ordered for her had come a long time ago. She stared at the thing and opted to wear her own dress. And then sat in the chair avoiding the bed. The hours crawled by with her sitting in that chair waiting until she couldn’t sit there any longer despite her need to stay awake. It was as if something was lulling her to sleep. She was so sleepy she didn’t care what the turned down covers meant. She walked to the bed and crawled beneath the covers. The bed was warm and comfortable way, better than the small cot she’d slept on all her life in the small cottage she’d shared with her mother. She groaned feeling her body sink into the mattress. Robin fell asleep the minute her head hit the pillow.
The dream came out of nowhere. She was in the room, laying on the bed staring at something in the dark recesses of the room where the light from the still burning fire couldn’t reach. A dark figure loomed in the darkness and she could feel its heat coming off it in waves. Its eyes burned red devouring her where she slept. She could feel fear drumming through her, but she couldn’t look away. Robin stared, its red eyes compelling and enthralling.
Its intent was clear, and Robin gulped at the raw sensual moan that filled the room.
She shivered inexplicably affected by its presence.
The darkness moved, and she knew it was coming for her.
Robin startled awake, a scream lodged in her throat.
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