Ranson, Tracy L. - Prince of Night [Bloodborn 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  Leaning back on his haunches, he let out a weary sigh. He had to join the others and satiate the dark hunger inside of him. Waving a hand over her body, he glamored her form so that no one else would see her. That would keep her safe from any prying eyes.

  Raphael turned and strode around the side of the building to see only two of the six drunks left standing “Didn’t leave me much, did you?”

  "We've left you a few bites." Alex sat down on the ground next to her last victim, her chin still full of blood. "I'm utterly full."

  "Me too." Nicholas sat on the rock wall outside of the club with spilled blood staining his white shirt. "Thankfully the humans can't see what's going on or else we'd be in the slammer tonight."

  He ignored their comments, his gaze intent on his victims. For the first time in a while, he felt the old hunger return as well as the need to hunt out his meals. For the last few hundred years, he'd eaten sparingly, choosing only criminals or the homeless as his food. The time had come to feast again. The reason for his life returned with a vengeance.

  * * * *

  Beams of silvery light drifted through her window and cast a grayish light onto the black leather of his pants. His cock grew hard just looking at his Elizabeth lying there asleep like an angel sent from heaven. She lay on her back with her hand against the pillow, her fingers twitching slightly. Luscious lips parted to exude soft breaths, the rise of her breasts almost more than he could stand. Wake up, he willed her silently.

  “Elizabeth.”

  Her eyes snapped open and she twisted her head to look at him. Sparks of recognition floated in the sleep-laden depths of her eyes. “Raphael? What are you doing here?”

  Surprise overtook him and he took a step forward. “I have finally found you after all these centuries.” He knelt next to the bed and took her hand into his own. She might be remembering him now but perhaps it would be best that he glamour her until she could accept him and love him for what he was. He smothered her hand with kisses. “I love you.”

  “As I love you, Raphael.” Elizabeth pulled his face toward hers. He detected the delicious scent of sleep hovering around her. He was tempted to leave and allow her to imagine this was all a dream on her own but it was far too late for that. His body demanded satisfaction.

  Raphael touched her lips briefly, taking the lightest of liberties. He had expected her to be resistant and shy, but she was neither. She opened for him, allowing his tongue to sweep inside. Dear God, she was utterly delicious!

  Hungrily, he traveled from her mouth to the nape of her luscious neck. Elizabeth titled her head back all the better to give him access. Her blood beat hard and fast in the nape of her neck, calling to him. He was tempted to turn her right then and there so he could possess her forever but his better senses prevailed. Now was not the time. Not until she knew him for who and what he was and could consent to her transformation.

  Sweet heat shimmered from her body in succulent waves as he traveled down to her bountiful tits. Elizabeth moaned softly, adding to the intense heat of his cock. The pressure was almost beyond painful.

  Elizabeth’s thick nipples turned to taut peaks beneath her silky red peignoir as he brushed his gloved palm over them. Cupping her breasts, he teased the tense points with his leather clad thumbs, massaging them from root to top. Elizabeth moaned and arched against him. Raphael drew in a swift breath. He couldn’t stand the agony she infused any longer. Taking the edges of her nightgown, he tore the soft fabric straight down the middle. She gasped as he descended and took a ripened berry between his teeth. He nipped lightly as the pebbled skin popped. Elizabeth buried her hands into his hair and arched against his mouth. She was so sweet and innocent, her maidenhead ripe for his taking again.

  Raphael withdrew from her, much to her surprise. “What’s wrong?” Her breathing hitched in and out of her chest. An orgasm was extremely close for her. Virgins didn’t need much encouragement.

  “I can’t tell you how much I want to bury my cock in your tight pussy right now.”

  Her brow quirked up as she spread her legs. The lips of her weeping pussy glistened in the moonlight, inviting him to slip his hard dick inside. He groaned. This was more than any vampire could take. “Fuck me, Raphael, all night long really hard and deep.”

  His fists curled at his sides as his urges fought to overtake her body. He could take her and heal her, but the fact would remain her maidenhead would still be broken. The corner of his mouth turned up. Even after all these hundreds of years, he still thought in the terms of his day and not the modern one. “As much as I desire you, Elizabeth, I can’t, at least not yet. When the time is right, I will take you and fuck you as hard and as long as you wish. For now, there is one thing I can do.”

  Sliding up the end of the bed, Raphael slipped his arms under her thighs and lifted her hips. Her scent was far sweeter smelling than he remembered. He nearly exploded in his pants, but he managed to quell his emotions. How well that would work in the next few minutes would be the key.

  “Yes, Raphael, taste me like you used to.”

  He grinned. “As you wish.”

  He slipped his hand over her hip and pulled her plump lips upward then spread the weeping cunt wide. God, she looked so fucking good. Dipping his head, he started at her anus and licked upward. Her juicy pussy swelled as the orgasmic blood rushed downward. Elizabeth quivered as she wound her hands in his hair. “Don’t tease me, Raphael. Lick my pussy deep.”

  Raphael needed no further encouragement. He closed his mouth over her cunt, licking up and down on her plentiful lips with long, languid strokes. Elizabeth’s hips responded and pressed into his face in a silent beg for a deeper penetration. He obliged and parted her inner mouth with one press of his tongue. He was inside of her, sweeping from side to side. There was a particular spot if touched, would send a woman’s senses spiraling out of control.

  Elizabeth’s hips jerked as he discovered the spot just behind her clit. With rapid movements, he tapped the area. Elizabeth fisted the covers on either side of her as high breathy moans escaped her mouth. “Oh, God, yes!” Her voice raised several octaves. “Harder, my love!”

  Her gasps of ecstasy were almost too much to take. He nearly exploded beneath the tight leather of his pants. He pushed her further than he had any woman. Without warning, her orgasm blew into his mouth in a sweet rush of juice and he lapped the liquid hungrily. How long had it been since he’d penetrated her this intimately?

  Raphael pulled back slightly as the beloved sound of blood rushing through an artery blasted his vampiric hearing. He looked to his right. Her left thigh was so close full of available blood. He frowned. He had to mark her but he should wait until she knew him. A deep growl rumbled in his throat. What if Zakara got to her first, again? No, he couldn’t chance it. Besides, if not marked as his, she would be fair game for any other vampire. They would not touch her once she belonged to the Lord of the Vampires.

  “Oh, Raphael, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you, my love.”

  His choice became clear with the utterance of those words. “As I have missed you.” He kissed her inner thigh. “I have something else for you.”

  Elizabeth’s thighs quivered under his hands and he kissed her once again. “No pain,” he whispered against her hot, fevered flesh. Opening his mouth, his fangs shot downward and he sank them straight into the artery. Sweet virgin blood flowed into him, far sweeter than he had ever known. He was more alive now than he had been centuries before.

  Raphael stopped and withdrew before he took too much, licking the wounds of its last drops of blood. He blew over the skin and the puncture marks disappeared with no bruising. There was only a tiny scar of his bite serving as his mark. His scent clung to her as well and would never leave. Good. It would keep her safe from the others.

  “You don’t know what you do to me, Raphael.”

  He rose to his knees on the end of the bed and took her hand, drawing her into a setting position. Now time for a little release o
f his own. “I can show you what you do to me.” He laid his hand on his hard cock. “Undo my pants.”

  “But—”

  “Undo them.”

  Elizabeth’s shaking fingers undid his pants and his erection sprang free. She gasped. “My God, you’re still as big as I remembered.”

  “It’s all for you, my love. As bad as I want to bury this in your soaking pussy, the time isn’t right. I will make sure that it is a memory you won’t forget quickly.” He guided her hand around his shaft. “Touch me and kiss me. Love me as I have loved you.”

  A mischievous smile spread across her lips. Dipping her head, she slid his cock into her mouth and caressed him with the expert sweep of her tongue. She made love to the mushroom-like head of his shaft, taking him in nearly all the way before retreating a little then plunging down again. One tiny hand cupped his tightly drawn balls and kneaded with gentle pressure while the other stroked him hard. Oh, dear God, how long he had missed her ministrations!

  Raphael slipped his hand into the yards of brown hair and fucked her mouth slowly, allowing her to take as much as she wanted in. The fire of his climax burned higher and higher, threatening to consume him until finally he couldn’t take the heat of it anymore. His thrusts were gentle but urgent as the tight ring of her mouth closed around him. He exploded in her mouth with a wild fury. Elizabeth milked his cock of every last drop of his come, lapping at his shaft. “You are really a special woman, Elizabeth.” He lifted her head. “Soon we will be together forever.”

  A bright flame of desire flickered in the depths of her brown eyes as he tucked himself back into his pants. “I can’t tell you how much I want that, too.”

  Before he could say anything, his senses flared as they always had when dawn approached. Though he didn’t have to concern himself with the sun courtesy of the spell from Zakara’s grimoire, he still needed to gather his strength and doing so during the day was still best for vampires. He looked out the window. Shards of pink penetrated the horizon. Hastily, he tucked himself away and caressed her cheek. “Time for you to go back to sleep.”

  “I don’t want to go back to sleep. I want to stay with you.”

  “You must, my dear for it is what I wish. You desire to please me, don’t you?” She nodded. “Then be a good girl and lie back. This is a dream that you’ll remember for a long time.”

  Elizabeth lay back as he instructed. He left the bed and walked around to her side. Kneeling next to her, he took her hand into his and slipped a kiss to the back. “I love you, Elizabeth. I’ve traveled centuries to find you.”

  Her eyes widened. “Centuries? What do you mean?”

  He rose and leaned over her. “You will find out soon enough my love. Remember this is all a dream.” He ravaged her mouth hungrily and left her completely breathless as well as another hard cock for himself. Damn, why couldn’t he control his body? His mouth curled into a half smile. With Elizabeth, he never could.

  His glamour worked for she closed her eyes instantly. Her breathing deepened, his confirmation sleep had returned for her. Raphael touched her cheek again. She was his again, after all these centuries. He was damned if he was going to let anyone take her away again. Especially Zakara.

  * * * *

  “Have you found him?" Zakara purred from her dark throne nestled deep within the black bowels of the earth. Her husky voice echoed through the expanse of the black cavern. Wet earth surrounded them and filled the air with its acrid, musty smell. Her pets, the lurid bats, lurked in the darkest corners, making only small noises as they waited with the rest of their brethren for the night to fall.

  Remnants of her coven lay scattered around the base of her throne, waiting for the right moment to search the night for food. Strewn in between the vampires were the remains of past meals, the bones picked clean.

  One of her newest one hundred and fifty year old minions answered. "Of course, Mother. He is in America." Josiah shifted on his knees, his fingers buried in her cunt in a clumsy effort to get her off. She smirked slightly. Even after the last century and a half, Josiah still took forever to make her come. Normally, the act of displeasing her was a punishable offense yet tonight she felt generous, especially since the bastard Raphael was so close to her grasp.

  Zakara frowned.

  How dare he break away from the coven and take so many with him? Over the centuries, he’d lured the others to America and formed a hierarchy with rules and laws, much like the humans they fed on. Vampires had no rules save their own!

  She held her hands up. Her gold rings glittered against her dusky skin, a pale compliment to her flesh. She alone possessed a haunting beauty, a fatal charm to any man who saw her. Zakara smiled. There was nothing more magical than that. Thankfully, she had inherited her father's darker skin hue instead of her mother's milky complexion. Inwardly, she giggled with laughter. Who would have thought that the illicit union between Satan and Adam's first wife, Lillith, would have produced as glorious a creature as herself? "Where in America?"

  "A place called Morrisonville, Virginia," Amos replied solemnly.

  Excitement shot through her lifeless veins and thrummed through her like an electrical charge. "Where is this place?"

  "Only a day's flight from here."

  Zakara removed Josiah’s fingers from her dry pussy and stood. She straightened her silvery gown, the edges of it baring the tops of her dusky breasts as well as her flat midriff. The need for her to come wasn’t there anymore. "You have done very well, Josiah. Since you have served me faithfully, I will grant that you will be the one to kill Raphael if I so choose."

  Josiah's brown eyes widened and turned a deep red, the glow in them turning hellish, just as she had always preferred it to be. "Thank you, Mother," he murmured, the tips of his fangs showing through his parted red lips.

  Her fingers danced against the soft skin of his childish face. "For your excellent work, I will reward you handsomely." Her voice was low and throaty as she circled his youthful form. Placing her hand seductively on his shoulders, she leaned close to his ear. "Since you have shown me great loyalty, I welcome you into my bed this night," she whispered. "I will take you to the heights of pleasure you have never experienced."

  "Oh, what an honor, Mother," he murmured, closing his eyes to relish in the moment.

  "Once Raphael is dead," she continued. "You will become King of the Night and rule beside me."

  "Consider him dead already."

  * * * *

  Sunlight crept through the slit between the curtain panels and jarred her sleep. Liz blinked hard, trying to work away the little granules of gunk from the edges of her eyelids. What time was it?

  She slewed her head around at the clock. The digital readout claimed almost noon. Where in the hell did the time go? Normally she was up around seven a.m. every day, including weekends.

  Liz sat up. Her head spun crazily. Wow, where'd that come from? If she didn't know better, she would have sworn she’d tied a serious one on.

  Last night, she’d climbed into bed early and had the most horrific nightmare. She was in the Club Inferno down on

  Wharton Street

  , sitting there sipping a drink when she met the most mysterious and enticing stranger she'd ever want to meet. He was handsome with his piercing green eyes gazing right through her. Liz shook her head. It was some sort of crazed fantasy of hers. She opened her mouth to yawn only to discover her jaw felt oddly sore. She sometimes ground her teeth at night. Yeah, that had to be it.

  She stretched a bit. After she’d left the club, she’d come up and got into bed having had the most wonderful dream. The man from the club was in it, dressed in black leather. He was far more handsome bathed in moonlight. She bit her lower lip. The dream was so real. She could almost feel him touching her pussy and licking her wet lips until she came quite a few times over. And his cock! She’d never imagined anything so big and beautiful like it before. In the dream, she’d given his dick a good licking and he’d inside her mouth with a load of
sweet come. Her pussy pulsed at the thought of his appendage. She could only imagine that organ inside her cunt and stretching the virgin walls to the limit.

  She moaned as she touched her richly erect nipples beneath her gown. Damn, what a dream! Her hips moved as she though about his thick cock inside of her. her fingers traveled down to her parted legs. She slipped between her wet cunt lips and immediately found her clit. Sweet images of the stranger and his beautiful organ filled her mind as she masturbated herself into a mind blowing orgasm. Liz let out a loud scream as she came, her hips bucking wildly. She was grateful she owned her own home and wasn’t in an apartment. The last thing she wanted was noise complaints.

  Idly, she glanced at the magazine sitting on the corner of her night table. The cover contained a beautifully blonde model with a perfect figure and face. If she could only look like that, she'd be able to have a man like the stranger in her dream.

  Liz sighed. She'd always had extra weight for as long as she could remember. Her mother called it being big boned. That wasn't it. She was just big and ungainly, standing at five-foot-eight. It was no wonder that she'd never had a boyfriend nor really been kissed, unless you could count the swift kiss Timmy Henshaw had placed on her cheek in sixth grade during a game of Spin the Bottle.

  She wanted to laugh. Twenty-six and never been kissed! Just as that thought passed through her mind, tears sprang to the corners of her eyes. Instead of being funny, it was really sad. How in the world was she supposed to get married and have children if no man ever looked at her?

  Liz leapt to her feet and brushed the hated tears away. There was no time to think of that because she had to shower and head back to her office at the college. A new semester was starting and she had to get the new lessons prepared.

  * * * *

  "Do you think she knows?" Alex's question pierced his sleep and brought him back to the state of alertness he'd been fighting for hours.

  "I don't know." He answered her mentally, their favorite form of communication. "I don't want her to know until the time is right." He thanked whatever God there was for Alex. Without her, he'd never have made it and would have committed suicide long before.