The Vampire Prince's Blood Slave

The fucken first bite

“Shhhh,” Tavek hoarsely whispered as he forced himself to move slow, and not scare her. Before he’d entered her room he’d compelled her to sleep, giving her a sense of calm and peace so she could relax and allow him to come and give her the obligatory bite without rousing his instinct. His beast wouldn’t want to dominate a helpless woman. He’d thought he could hold her in that state between sleep and wakefulness where humans believed anything that happened was a dream. But her mind was strong, she’d easily thrown off his hold on her.

Now she stared at him with her mouth held open ready to scream.

She was stunning. Tavek stared riveted. Her red hair flowed down to her shoulders, catching the light from the fire. Her porcelain skin – the fantasy that had haunted him earlier of porcelain skin marred by tracks of blood filled his mind. What he wouldn’t give to lick her blood off her skin. And feed his hard c**k into her tight p***y. He knew she was tight because he could smell innocence on her. No man has ever touched her. That made him inexplicably happy and hard. His c**k was like a living thing in his pants wanting her attention.

To be the first to touch her.

That will definitely drive him crazy. He couldn’t have her like that. He’ll kill her before he even gave her pleasure.

No. He shook his head. He could control himself.

Though he knew he couldn’t trust himself around her. From her mere presence he was already on the verge.

Her scent was potent in the room. He breathed it in taking her into his being. His body vibrated with need.

Robin gasped as he seemed to grow right before her eyes. His muscles rippled beneath his shirt.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said. He swallowed as his voice sounded gruff. Not comforting at all. Maybe it was because he knew deep down that he wanted to make her hurt. Hurt in the most delicious way.

Fuck.

Tavek ground his molars. His fangs pierced his lips as he kept a tight rein on them.

Drink your own blood you bastard, you’re not going to gorge on hers. She’s going to be part of you whether you like it or not. Tavek hummed in his mind to sooth the raging monster within him.

He approached the bed slowly.

His mind was in turmoil as he tried to decide where he was going to bite her. Her long neck looked enticing. He wondered if the skin there will feel as soft as it looked. His fangs ached in his mouth.

He sat on the bed, and reached for her hand. Everything was happening in slow motion.

Robin allowed him to take her hand. She was in a daze. She knew she should pull away, but her mind was slow to react. He grasped her hand in his big one, possessively tightening his hold.

She couldn’t pull away if she wanted to. He was going to take what he came for no matter what.

She stared at him. At his eyes. Eyes that alternated from green to red. He looked human one minute and an animal the next. The human side of him was handsome, with a rakish air that spoke of confidence and power. He was the prince alright. He was tall, and very big. Bigger than any man she’s ever seen.

The animal side was scary, turning his features sharper and lethal. The red in eyes were eerie with an evil glow that scared her.

Robin felt so small and vulnerable in his presence.

He was silent for a while just gazing at her wrist in his big hand.

“My name is Tavek.” He said his fingers caressing her wrist, his fingers passing reverently over the small veins under her skin. She shivered at his touch.

Robin closed her eyes, feeling his touch to her core.

Why was she feeling like this…shouldn’t she be afraid of him? What she was feeling was so far removed from fear that it shocked her. She wanted him to continue touching her.

Robin opened her eyes when he stopped. She found him looking at her. It took her a minute to realize what he wanted from her. “I’m Robin.”

Tavek growled within. Even her name sounded perfect to him. Her voice was soft and breathy. He wanted to hear her speak again. Get it over with and get the hell out of there, you fool.

Tavek hissed at the voice in his mind. He brought her wrist to his lips. She flinched but didn’t pull away.

Robin stopped breathing as his mouth opened over her wrist. She couldn’t see his fangs from the positioning of his head. She wondered what it will feel like – his bite and his mouth suckling her.

Robin stifled the moan that found its way into her throat. Sweat dotted her brow and her upper lip in anticipation of what will happen – of what it will feel like. Something sizzled within her turning her body hot.

Tavek heard the rush of blood in her veins. The enticing symphony calling to him. He carefully pierced her flesh, resisting the urge to sink his huge fangs fully into her skin.

The tips will do, he grunted even though his fangs throbbed with the need to go deeper – to feel her take him all the way to his gums as she was meant to. But he knew he’ll not come back from that. The ecstasy of just having his tips within her was turning his brain to mush. He greedily lapped at her blood. His whole body shook as her sweet blood hit his tongue and filled his mouth. His fingers tightened around her wrist. He couldn’t get close enough. He pulled hard, wanting to consume every single drop of her blood. The world blurred around him and all he was aware of was the woman who was feeding him. Her warmth, her smell.

He heard Robin moan beneath him – a cry between pain and pleasure. He stared down at her, and paused not sure how he had gotten on top of her with his pelvis firmly between her legs. And he was slowly grinding into her, his c**k hard as a rock. He was clutching onto her wrist like a life line. There were pained lines between her brows, and her body was crushed beneath his. He was screwing her into the mattress like a wild animal.

Tavek blenched. He pulled away from her, traced to his feet and gulped air into his lungs.

The beasts raged at him.

Dominate, take. It demanded. Tavek clutched his head with his hands. He had been so close – f**k, grinding his c**k against her softness like that – to falling into the abyss that consumed him, changed him until he was ruled by nothing but instinct. And his instinct drove him to only death and violence.

He turned to her then. She was staring at him. Her lips moist and inviting. Her wrist clutched to her chest as if to stave off the pain he had caused.

Unable to be in the same space as her Tavek traced away before he did something stupid. Like beg her to let him taste her again. Her blood was the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. And he wanted more of it – so much more. Tavek shook his head.

He stared at the dark space of his room. The smell of blood from his earlier victim still hung in the air. The difference between her room and his was crashing. For a minute he’d been bathed in light. She was the…

Fuck, don’t even think it.

Tavek abruptly stopped and turned to the bed.

He wasn’t alone.

“Celeste, what are you doing in here?”

She was in his bed, laying there like she belonged between his sheets.