Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 112866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Where had all the people gone? My steps became shorter, almost labored as I fought the rising heat like a throbbing ache between my thighs. Each step was torture, the touch of my clothes against my skin almost sensual. I wanted…. I don’t know what I wanted, but I know I need to get out of here.
LUCIEN
I woke with her scent in my nose and a feeling of contentment. Finally, we’ve reached the end. After tonight there’d be no more questions between us. We’ll either survive or destroy each other. I took a nice long shower paying very close attention to my cock, which hadn’t been in use for more than a week now. Had to get him ready for his queen.
Then I took my time choosing my clothes for the evening even though I wasn’t planning on wearing them for long. I took things slow, not even checking in on her until I’d finished getting myself ready. Only then did I go looking for her, when the sun was almost out of the sky.
I snort-laughed at the sight of her little goody bag and wondered just where the hell she’d got her knowledge of my people from. It was obvious that her parents hadn’t taught her shit about us if she believed that paltry shit would work. I love garlic bread with my Italian cuisine and there hasn’t been holy water on the earth since the supreme one walked on the Galilee.
I read her mind to see what she’d been up to while I was asleep and was pleased to see that she too had taken a nap. She’d been wrong to find solace in the fact that the mark was lighter; that only meant that the crest was becoming more pronounced, the pattern was taking form and the blood that had pooled beneath the surface was receding.
After tonight, after I fuck her it will appear as any other tattoo one may get in a parlor. Only upon closer inspection would the fact that the mark has been engraved deeply into her skin become obvious.
I left the house without telling the others, I didn’t need their worrying shit hounding my nerves. I need all my attention focused on what lays ahead. I even took The 1931 Bugatti Royale Kellner Coupe instead of taking to the skies. I’m going to pick my woman up in style. A few centuries ago it would’ve been a horse driven carriage.
I started my courtship as soon as I got behind the wheel, or more like my seduction. I’ll have to court her later, after I’d taken her cherry and for her sake and mine she’d better have one or shit might get real-real quick.
I stalked her in my car after teleporting her from the little town square that was way too busy. This is part of her punishment for running, next time she’ll think twice before defying me. Her confusion at her new surroundings was no match for the sexual need that began to rise in her when I touched her softly with my mind.
I didn’t even need to touch her, just blew gently against my mark on her neck and that was all it took to start her body aching. I played with her as she looked for a place to hide, before calling out to her in her mind. ‘Natalia!’
Her soft hiss of alarm as she looked around for me, the way her eyes widened with renewed fear, I ignored because her time had ran out. The place where she stood wasn’t real, it was an amalgamation of time and space. There were people around but she couldn’t see them and neither could they see her.
I’d cast a spell ring around the town a few streets away from where she’d been to enclose her, trap her in if you will. I stopped the car a few feet behind her and sat watching her with the lights off for a few seconds before she knew I was there. I stepped out of the car and the lights came on and this time I called out to her with my voice. “Natalia! Come to me!”
Natlia
I felt him the moment he stepped out of the car. That feeling of being trapped had started to become overwhelming just seconds before he called out to me. I didn’t turn around the first time, I couldn’t. Fear like a heavy shroud covered me from head to toe and held me in its grip.
“Natalia.” Even the way he says my name now makes me weak. I kept going, ignoring his call once more even as I knew how futile it was. I felt as if I were being torn in two. His closeness only seemed to make the need that had been steadily growing in me that much harder to ignore, but right on the heels of that need was palpable fear.