Chapter one
‘Holding the note in his hands, Nicholas wondered what the future would bring. He had been so certain that Sarah was the one. She fit his particular criteria, but there was more to it than that. Perhaps her link to the Cinq Familles had something to do with it, but he sensed he would never know.’
Nicholas remembered the day his heart was crushed to dust as clearly as the day he last felt sunrise on his skin. In all of his three hundred years of his life as a vampire, never ones had a women rejected him as Sarah had done so. Only fate alowed such a twist in life that she had to be a vampire killer. Only natural she would eventually say no to his proposal. Though Nicholas was no ordinary vampire. The bloodlust and killing of innocent humans was not something he ever partaken in as his fellow kin had. Not that he felt any kind feelings for these animals. Lowering his dark lashes and closing his eyes in shame, he still knew he was not a man. A man that any woman deserved anyway. Nicholas folded the letter from Sarah and slid it in his pocket. He decided to go home, to his estate. Maybe in two years time he would look for a bride again.
Only fate had yet again different intentions with him.
‘Hours later, still enshrined in his silent reverie, the carriage came to a halt, knocking Nicholas forward and waking Neville. The driver yelled out, “My lord.
‘Nicholas exited the carriage and looked up at the driver. “What is it?” he asked, until he saw the look on the driver’s face. Turning to face the same direction as his driver’s stare, Nicholas saw what had so alarmed the man. Lying in the middle of the road was a body, still and naked.
Nicholas ran forward with Neville hot on his heels. Kneeling down, Nicholas rolled the prone figure over to find it was a woman. She had bruises up and down her pale skin and her face was covered by her long, black hair.
“Go fetch the blanket from the carriage, Neville,” Nicholas ordered as he searched for a pulse. Neville returned quickly, handing the blanket to Nicholas. “Is she alive, my lord?”
“Yes, but she is cold. We must get her warmed up as soon as possible’
As he laid her unconscience body in the carriage he noticed her cuts and bruises. Slowly brushing her hair from her face he saw her pale cheeks and dark shadow under her eyes. A pert small nose and full lips made her look so innocent, one word came to mind. Beautiful.
It stirred something in him he never felt before. A tightening in his groin. Overcome by shock and amazement he shouted to his driver to start driving as fast as possible. He had to take care of this angel and find out how in hells name she could give him a now raging hardon, one he had not experienced after he died so many years ago. One he never been able to get because he was undead, a vampire could not procreate because his body was unlike a body of a true living man. After he had been turned he never experienced an erection again and he was truly shocked that he did now.
Chapter two
The whole ride she remained unconscience. Never making a noise. If he did not check to see if she was still breathing she might appear dead. The driver had taken off and drove on at a fierce pace to reach the estate before sunrise. It was deathly necessary that they did for he would not last a second in daylight. Before the first rays hit the horizon he rushed inside and carried the girl inside. He would not have Neville or anyone else for that matter carry her. He would not let anyone ever touch her other then him again.
With a purposeful stride he walked to his chamber and laid her on the large four poster bed. He had no use for it for he never needed sleep. But the estate came with a lords chamber and he never had anyone in this bed before, not even his previous wifes. This girl was different and with laying her down here he wanted to make a statement. She most definately was different then any other women that came before her. Now she was his.
For the first time in hours she made a sound. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she rolled on her side clinging to Nicholas hand. Clutching it with both her tiny hands holding on to his fingers. He was stuck and could only sit back leaning in the chair next to the bed. He could not deny that this innocent movement stirred raging feelings deep within his cold body. A warmth spread out in his heart. With it came also a feeling of rage and anger towards the people that harmed her. He needed to find out who did this to her. She hold on to his fingers and for now he would let her. He felt no desire to taste her, to take her innocence, to take her blood without her consent would make him feel sick to his stomach, if he still could feel such a thing. No, he vowed never to touch her. But avenge her, he swore to himself he would.
Another sigh escaped her lips and she moved her fingers across his hands. Kyrah opened her eyes to find the most darkest of chocolat brown coloured eyes staring at her. First they were hard and determined but softened amediately. Her gaze went from his eyes to the rest of his face. Strong features, a straight nose above full lips, a mouth no man should posess for it triggered a sudden jolt of pleasure inside her. This man was all male and strong. It would be rediculous to sit up and kiss this man, what was she thinking?
‘How are you feeling?’ He asked with slight Germanic accent. It was awfully erotic the way he looked at her. It was as if he sensed what she was feeling and he drew away suddenly. Stood up and walked abruptly to the other side of the room. ‘Do you need to drink some water?’ Pouring a glass of water not waiting for her answer. Kyrah tried to speak but her throat was too painful and she produced only a raspy sound. ‘No, don’t try to speak. You have been through too much, I think. You have been hurt. I found you by the side of the road. You have many bruises.’ Kyrah looked at her bare arms and then under the sheets knowing she would not find her body covered in bruises. By now they would have been healed. The mystery man followed her movements and did not hide his confusement. ‘You were cut badly and now how can this be, your skin is not showing any sign of it at all.’ By miracle they had vanished completely. Kyrah whispered ‘I take that glass now, please.’ She was thirsty and gulped down the cool liquid. Yes this was much better. Before she could speak again, Nicholas stormed out the room leaving a weakened Kyrah behind.
Chapter three
She had to find out where she was. She could try shifting but not knowing if she could even stand on her feet she would not try that form of transportation yet. After the man stormed out leaving her strangely unsettled and alone she wanted to get more answers. First try standing up seemed like a good plan. Though her body healed much faster then a human body would, she soon found out that standing up was not as easy as she tought. What had they done to her? The last thing she remembered was a sting to the side of her neck when she was riding on her horse. Unable to remember more she decided to walk over to the window. Perhaps she could figure out where she was. Only it was too dark outside to notice anything. A low growl in her stomach alerted her that it had been days she had something to eat. She had been taken from her home, that much was sure. If this man had found her lying beside the road, then she had escaped and now she was probably safe. But would they feed her? She wondered.
A soft knock on the door made her return from her thoughts. She looked at the door and a timid girl walked in carrying a tray with tea, sandwhiches and what seems a bowl of soup. ‘We don’t know what you would like miss, so we have put something of everything together’. She said opologetic and stared at her feet. ‘Oh never mind being sorry, or opologize. I am so happy to eat anything, thank yo so much’ croaked Kyrah. Stumbling towards the chair near the fireplace she sat down in a big leather chair. The maid set the tray on a small table near the chair and started to pour Kyrah a cup of tea. She gladly helped herself to the sandwhiches. They tasted like she had not had any food in days, her stomach reminded her she had not indeed. She wanted to ask the maid where she was. The girl looked up surprised and said ‘on the estate of Lord Berchtold ofcourse’. Lifting an eyebrow, Kyrah did not find this to be so matter of fact. She never heared of this name before and this could only mean she was not in Scotland anymore. ‘My lady, the count has ordered me to bring in some dresses. I have hanged them for you in his cupboard. Would you like me to assist you after you finished eating?’ Kyrah looked at the girl and asked ‘what do you mean by his cupboard?’ The girl turned a deep shade of pink when she went back to staring at her feet. ‘This is Lord Berchtold private bedroom, my lady.’ ‘And where is Lord Berchtold, if I may ask?’ ‘He left the manor, my lady. He took Neville with him and asked us to take care of you. He did not say when he will be back’ she said with a frightened look on her face. ‘Well it seems I will not get my answers from him for now. And I am in no shape to walk around. I think I will sleep some more and see you in the morning’. The maid took her leave. For now Kyrah would keep the pretense she was a human woman and needed help dressing. Fighting her sleep Kyrah tried to remember what happened to her after she had been abducted from her home. When she closed her eyes all she found was darkness and no memories came to mind. She fell asleep tossing and turning thinking about the dark and handsome lord with the equally dark brown eyes that looked as if they could see her soul. She could look into those eyes for eternity she thought. And now in all of her thousands of years she felt that she wanted a mate and be with him forever. He better not let her wait too long, falling asleep laughing to herself. All she ever had was time, but now for the first time she wished she had something other then that. She wanted him.
The next morning she woke up feeling so much better. Her fast healing abillities had fixed her bruising on the outside as well on the inside. With no more pain in her throat or her head she felt like taking a bath. Although she posessed the skill to blink herself clean with magic or even transport herself back to her home, she realised she did not want to go home. She wanted a hot tub of water to soak in and imagine herself to be the lady of the manor. She liked spending time on earth. Humans were complicated beings full of conflicting emotions and with surprisingly carefree opinions, while underneath they worried about almost everything. She found them fascinating and was sometimes pulled to their way of living. Trying to understand how their minds would work, sometimes taking on a human husband and living in love and harmony until he would die of old age or when he was fighting in wars. She had loved and lost so many good men. However this time she felt this Lord Berchtold was different. His big hands and strong body eminated otherwordly strenght. His eyes had something feral, like a panther they glimmered like only a strong beast could. This was no normal human she new by instinct. Would he allso recognise she was not from this world she wondered. Not wanting to wait for the maid she pulled open the cupboard and found his clothing next to her new wardrobe. Feeling with her hands on his shirts, trying to smell his scent she closed her eyes. Picturing him standing behind her. Would he cup her breasts and feel her nipples harden through the thin fabric of her nightgown. The door opened making a loud noise as the maid came in with towels and a bar of soap. Behind her two young men carried in a large tub. After putting it down near the fireplace, one went to stoke up the nearly dying fire and the other went to fetch buckets of hot water. The fire in the fireplace gave a warm welcoming glow and the maid closed the bedroom door and turned to see if Kyrah needed her help. ‘I don’t know your name’ said Kyrah, ‘please call me Kyrah.’ The maid answered in a soft voice, ‘thank you my Lady, my name is Lily. Your bath is ready. Can I help you with washing your hair?’ ‘That would be wonderful, thank you.’ The maid turned to set the towels aside and helped Kyrah out of her dressinggown. Suddenly Kyrah was startled by a shrieking sound that came from Lily. Kyrah figured out not all of her bruising did not heal properly yet. ‘Dear merciful God but your back have deep lashes’ she cried out. Kyrah walked to the mirror and turned around to see indeed there were dark red markings as if she had been whipped at least five times across her back. Those injuries were more severe to have healed in a few days. They looked gruesome. It will take a few days more, she shrugged. She walked back to the tub looking at a shocked expression on the maids face. Now she needed the warmth of the water that would welcome her and relax her body. As she lowered her bruised body in the water she exhaled and closed her eyes. With a small cup, Lily took some water from the tub to wet Kyrahs hair and started soaping and rinsing it clean. Kyrah felt all her muscles relax. Her hair felt clean and with the bar of soap in her hands she moved to wash her face and the rest of her body. After bathing Lily hold up the towel for her to dry and she walked to the mirror. She felt clean and so much better. The maid had chosen a dress made of soft silk in a bright turqoise colour from the cupboard and laid out all undergarments necesarry on the bed. Getting dressed took up almost the whole morning it seemed. She asked Lily to leave her so she could do her hair herself in a much quicker way. Doing it in front of Lily would only scare her, she thought. By magic her hair waved itself on top of her head in a playful heap. Tendrils of dark strands turned into curls by themselves on the sides of her heartshaped face. Would she conjure up a flower or two in her hair as well? No, that would be too much. She decided to take a walk outside to see if there would be flowers growing outside, yes, she would do that. Her stomach on the other hand reminded her it was time for breakfast.
Chapter four
Nicholas went back to the place where they found her. Not many clues were left behind and in an hours time the sun would come up. Leaving him hardly any time to find a place to hide. Neville knew of a place nearby, an Inn where they could rent a room and wait for sunset. During the day he could sent out Neville to search for more clues to who or what had happened to the new houseguest. More then once he noticed himself thinking of those incredibly beautiful green eyes. She had raven black hair, skin like porcelain and her eyes were such an unusual light green, sparkling like the rarest of emeralds. She had looked at him as if he was more then a mortal man. When he thought about her lying in his bed in nothing but her nightgown he could again feel himself harden in his breeches. And how was that possible? The need to find out what happened to her was back again and his anger and outrage returned with full force.
Now they better find shelter and he would send out Neville to investigate. He directed his horse to where Neville said the inn was and they galloped away. Upon arrival Neville first took care of the horses as Nicholas went inside. There was still plenty of time for the sun would come up. Hopefully the room had thick curtains. Lucky the innkeeper was awake and not a man of many words. Neville walked in when they were about to go to the room. Nicholas gave a nod to Neville and as instructed he left the Inn to look for further information on the girl.
Thinking back on how they had find her, completely naked and covered in horrendous bruises and deep wounds. She could not have escaped from afar? Someone should have noticed her moving in such a state? The nights are quite cold and she could not have gotten away from a place too far off these regions. He suggested it to Neville earlier that he should look for buildings nearby. They investigated the site around the place they found her. No bushes or leaves were touched and no signs of footsteps or any signs from where she could have run from. The more he thought about this mystery he realised he needed to question the girl. God knows he needed some answers for himself as well for he remembered the reaction she has on his body far too well. He went to lie on the bed, not to rest. He wanted to ease his mind but there was no way of doing it. He just had to wait it out. Waiting for Neville to return would only make him more wonder about the girl. He vowed he would take care of her and never hurt her. That would mean he would not use her for his own gain. There was something magical about her, he could not stop thinking about her. He was under her spell, somehow.
There were not many buildings nearby, nor were there any houses or farms. It just did not make any sense, she came this far. Neville thought to himself. He decided to ride further then was logical. No abandoned buildings, no clues whatsoever. He decided to head back to the inn. They were loosing time this way and he decided they would likely get more answers questioning the girl anyway. He hoped that his master would see it that way too. He noticed how uncomfortable he moved around her. Neville had never seen his lord this way before. He was born in the care of his master and he would die of old age if fate would alowe it. He would do anything his master wanted from him. For now he gave it his best. To be sure he rode to a farmhouse he noticed a mild ahead. He would ask if they knew about a missing girl.
Chapter five
When they arrived around four in the morning Nicholas send Neville to go rest. In the morning he would ask him to question the girl. He could not face her just yet. Nicholas went straight for his study and locked himself inside. Angry and dissapointed with himself. He acted like a fool and he did not like it one bit. With purposful strides he walked outside his study straight to the mastersuite. At the door he hesitated for a moment. Not really knowing what to do, he softly opened the door, not quite the coward now. He found an angelic vision lying in his bed. Her black hair was loose and covered most of the pillows next to her face. He could see her complection was not as pale anymore and her lips were intense pink. She resembled something out of a fairytale. He crinched at the thought of touching her soft flesh, she might break or worse, bruise under his evil touch. He told himself again he was not worthy touching her. He would look at her by all means. How he wished he could have her.
Even in her sleep she felt drawn to him. She turned to her side and her small hands looked for his. Reaching out to touch his strong hands, his hard body. She wanted to be near him, could feel the shift in energy the moment he was back on the estate. She waited for him but even in the same room he was further away then ever. Trying to break out of her slumber, from a dreamless state, fighting to overcome the gap of space and time between them. If only he would touch her. When suddenly she could open her eyes he had fled like the darkness from a lit room. He had once again left her alone. She could get up and go after him, demand answers. Make him love her, or kiss him instead. Feel those erotic lips of his on hers. Taste him, devour him and never let him go. For eternity, she could promise him. No, he had to come to term on his own. He would decide when he was ready, this was not a man to manipulate into doing something he was not ready for. She got out of the bed and walked to the door. She felt his energy retreating further away. Her feet moving on their own she walked into the hallway and followed him to the door of his study. She knew he was inside but hesitated opening the door. Now was a time to try shifting, she needed some air. With a blink of her eye she pictured the garden in her head and opened a mental portal to that place. She took a step forward and she was there. Surrounded by flowers and the first early signs of the morning sun. She felt the morning dew on her bare feet. Mostly darkness around her she looked up at the manor and a window where a dark figure looked down at her. She did not need to see who was looking, she felt his gaze burning upon her skin leaving her breathless. With the same speed she could stand next to him. And now she knew for sure he had seen her abillity.
Chapter six
He needed answers now more then ever. He might be seeing things or did he just witness her appearing from thin air in the garden? He rang for a servant. A maid apeared, it was Lily. He asked her to sit down because he wanted to know about his houseguest he explained to the maid. She said ‘my lady told me her name ’tis Kyrah my lord. She ‘as been really nice and even came down to the kitchen to meet all of us. Her eyes were large and she confessed that her ladyship did something really unusual last night. She had her dinner with the rest of the staff in the kitchen. Explaining she rather was lonely and did not want to eat alone.’ This girl was getting more of a mystery by the minute. He asked Lily to send for Neville. It was time to get more answers.
When Lily left the room Kyrah walked in wearing a stunning silver white dress with so many sparkling embroidery it was like nothing he ever seen a women wear before. A perfect fit to her slim figure and her full breasts were hardly covered properly. She had put white flowers in her hair making her black hair even look darker in colour. She stared at Nicholas and held his gaze. Minutes went by and neither of them looked away but one of them had to. Nicholas, breaking the magical moment walked to his desk. ‘Welcome, my lady. I hope your stay here has been pleasant sofar. If there is anything I can do for you to accomodate you, please let me know?’ ‘That is very kind of you my Lord. I am very grateful for your help and feel very much welcome and at home. But I believe idle chit chat is not really what we both want to have, is it not?’ His eyes took on an even darker shade and he lifted one eyebrow. ‘Please do explain?’ Kyrah moved closer to him as if aproaching a big cat, wanting to not spook it. ‘I believe you have just returned from searching the area you found me? I know you have not found any signs that I was held captive in the near viscinity, right? Your mind must be filled with even more questions then answers after looking for them in the wrong place.’ It was Nicholas turn to move closer to Kyrah. Hesitantly he stood behind a leather chair and he motioned for her to please take a seat. ‘No, you are right to say this whole business is quite the mystery. It seems that you hold all the answers, will you please care to explain?’ Kyrah took a seat and hoped Nicholas would face her so she could explain to him what he needed to know. ‘Please sit down and I will tell you what happened. I can only explain to you what I remember and deduct from what I believe must have happened. I was kept unconscience from the time I was taken from my home until the time I escaped. I posess the means to escape any situation only when I am conscious. My captor knew this apparently and I have reason to believe he therefor knows what I am. He made a mistake to not keep me unconscious or he thought I would not leave him.’ ‘Did you know who abducted you?’ ‘You mean before he took me from my home in Scotland? Yes I believe so. You must understand that I live on my own estate in the country far away from society. I have not participated in that whole courting game for a long time. This was not a normal suitor who came calling or courting me. This was a man with a purpose of using me for his own gain. He found me and got lucky my family is not around me anymore. A long time ago they left and as far as I know not many of us stayed behind. I am not sure where they are. But I am not the last of my kind. Still the loneliness sometimes overwhelms me and I seek out human friends. It is at a social event with these friends he first approached me. I think I must have caught his attention for I am not like other human females. He tried to glammer me into looking his way. I ignored his demands, I ignored him in any way but that must have made him even more adamant.’ Nicholas understood this feeling all to well because he felt the same now. A strong and unreal pull towards Kyrah. All of his senses screamed he belonged to this women. He wanted to be with her, posess her day and night. He felt this unfamiliar tightening in his groin becoming more uneasy by the minute. His thoughts went to this man who had harmed her. His anger must have shown on his face for Kyrah reached out to him. Reached for his hand and her touch was just lovely. ‘Don’t be angry, my lord, I did not encourage this man in any way. He persued me and gotten an introduction through a mutual acquantance. I would have even denied him that. The attraction was never mutual. But that did not lesten his. He kept his attention on me and even used force to convince me to allow him to court me. He soon found out I was alone on my estate. And I believe when he found out what I am he decided to abduct me. No family would miss me and perhaps he would keep me hidden away. For a while his plan was succesfull. When he kept me unconscious I was powerless to his advances and I suspect he has abused me in every way possible.’ Kyrah lowered her gaze to her lap as in shame. But held on to his hand. His touch was soothing. She did not want to let go. When she said her last words she felt his body stiffen with anger. Was he angry at her? ‘I do not know why I was where you found me. If I was conscious long enough to escape him I would have surely returned home. Or I suspect my home is where he is and he has taken that as well. But then I wonder why I chose to shift to that place?’ ‘You talk as if you were well enough to travel to the spot I found you. Believe me when I say you were not. You say you are not like a human female, what do you mean?’ Nicholas felt so impatient and excited at the same time. If she was not quite human it would explain a lot. Would it also mean she would learn to accept him for not being human, too? Kyrah took a moment to think about how to explain this to him. By now he would understand that she was not human. But would he accept her? She so desperately wanted to be with him, a longing she had never felt before so strong. Would he touch her now, knowing she has been touched before, deviled by another man in the most horrible way there was. Mutilated and damaged. Kyrah believed no man on earth could accept this for human men were shortsighted and selfish. Proud beings and irrational. She had to get away from Nicholas before it was too late. Her feelings for him were even irrational to her, this was a mistake. She turned away from him ‘I do not feel well, I must go lie down.’ She stood up amediately and rushed to the door leaving Nicholas behind and wondering what happened. She closed the door and ran to her room. Their room she knew. It was the master suite. He could have given her the adjoining rooms meant for the mistress of the house. When Nicholas was away she went exploring her surroundings. The room next to his was beautiful. But it also had belonged to others before her. It was decorated in soft creme colours and it lacked something. Not quite something she could put her finger on it. The light from outside was shining inside, the thick dark brown curtains was such a contrast to all the light colouring of the furniture, walls and carpet. But it made sense that the lord of this manor would want this part of the house to be unpenetrable to the sun. She knew Nicholas was a vampire. She had felt it the first moment she looked in his eyes. It was not uncommon for her kind to be drawn to these creatures. They were created because of her kind. The first vampire was born immortal because they shared this ability with her kind as well for they originated from the same source. As her kind had chosen the light, Nicholas ancestors had chosen the dark. Kyrah did not know if in the past there had been others to have succombed to the inevitable strong pull both species had to one another. She only knew that every viber in her body, the entire essence of her being was screaming at her to go to him. When she entered her bedroom she made sure the curtains were still drawn and lay down on the bed.
Chapter seven
He found her asleep curled up in a ball on the covers. Her dress of shining chrystals was hugging her form and looked as if she was covered in snow. A creature unlike anything he had ever seen, she looked like a fairy. Little did he know that came fairly close to the truth. He still had so many questions. Only this time he did not ignored his body’s wish to be near her. He walked over to her and lay beside her on the bed and held her close. A sigh of contentment ascaped from her as her form melted into his. He did not know how long they had been lying like this but when he opened his eyes she was stroking his face with her hand. A finger softly brushed past his lips. It was such a soft movement but with the most strongest erotic response inside his body. Every mustle turned hard and rigid. He wanted to bury his hard shaft deep inside her. Wanted to empale her over and over again and give in to this wonderful heady feeling. He pictured her naked and wanton wriggling under his strong force and ministrations. He stroke her hair of silk black strands. Her hair came loose and was so long it reached her buttom. That nice round and firm bottom. He wanted to take her to his place of magic where he could taste from her, take her body and bury himself inside. But her gaze into his eyes kept him in the here and now. Not escaping to a fantasy world where he could feed on her. Looking into her eyes he saw something that shocked him. He saw the raw lust he was feeling too. And the reality of his erection hit him fast and hard. In all of his life as a vampire he never had an erection before because his body died the day he was turned. Only in his world of magic where he glammered his mates into going, he had taken possesion of their body. Making love to the women in this place was the only way he could perform the act of love as they were accustomed to. The only pleasure he got out of this contramption was the bite and sucking of the blood that gave him nourishment and satisfaction. Had he not vowed not to take the blood of this angel, his angel? He ignored the pull he felt to transform them to this other dimension and decided this was a good time to get more answers. Knowing the question forming in his head was far from proper to ask a lady but he had to know. ‘What magic do you posess to have such a reaction to my body? Specifically to the neather region of my body?’ Lifting his eyebrow in the familiar way. Kyrah looked straight at him ‘You guessed right to suspect I am a magical creature.’ She kept on following the strong line of his jaw with the tip of her finger, seductively tracing further down to his chest. Making him shiver as well as herself he noticed. Going further down to the part he was talking about. Feeling for herself how hard and firm that part of him had become. In full attention to every movement she made and suddenly jerking up in his breaches when she touched him. A low growl escaped from his troat and he pulled her body against him. ‘Are you a witch? It has been dead to me forever and heaven help me if I will not take advantage of it know!’ She groaned in anticipation and gave him a look saying he was most welcome to do so. She turned and asked him to unbutton her dress. Nicholas lost all of his reasoning not to touch her instantly. She was on her knees and her slender backside was facing him. He unbuttoned the tiny chrystals one by one, reveiling delishes skin he wanted to taste and feel. She was not wearing a corset or a shift or other kinds of restraints to her body. When she turned to him, her full breasts were pointing straight at him and her delishes nipples were hard. She undid herself from the rest of her dress reveiling her complete naked body and the soft curly black hair covering her soft folds where he wanted to bury himself in with a fierce passion. He wanted to feel her skin against his own, unbuttoning his shirt reveiled his naked torso and he could not help but revel in the feeling it gave him seeing her look at him in apreciation. They had not even kissed yet but the most strongest of urges he felt was he needed to be inside her first. If it were possible he would die allover again if he would not join with her this instant. Kyrah must have agreed with this for she started pulling on his pants and thus freeing the enigmatic part that was now springing upward in full view. He removed his boots and the rest of his pants and stockings. His voice came out raspy and low ‘ is this what you want? I will not take what is not mine and I will never take it by force. But I mean it when I say I need to take you and I mean to take you forever. This last part came out more of a demand then a question.
Kyrah could not help but be impressed by his strong maleness and forcefull demand. The way he held power over her body. How she felt drawn to him and how her mind seem to move as one with his. Both ignoring all the mysteries that bound them only giving into the biggest of them all. How their bodies needed to become one. She needed him to move inside her with a force so strong that all the reasons why that would be wrong or should not happen did not exist. Everything around them had vanished and they were alone enveloped by darkness and sparks of fire. She marvelled the look of him, his body was strong and contained so many mustles in places she knew this many was stronger then any man here on earth. His legs were twice the size of hers. Strong and rigid and soon they would help to give her pleasure when they would flex and move and able his body to pump inside her. She directed her attention to his cock. No man should be allowed to own such a fine and large specimen. Unnoticed she was holding her breath. Unable to wait any longer she took matters into her hands and positioned her body so to envite his hardness into her. He lowered his body into hers and positioned himself between her legs. He felt her soft curls and as she opened her legs more also her very moist folds. He knew instantly she was ready for him and he could not wait anymore. As he plunged himself inside her with one forcefull stroke they were joined together. His body moved voluntarily and as if only joined by their sexes was not enough he lowered his mouth to hers and also took possesion of her with his lips and tongue. Both his cock and his tongue needed to be burried inside her and dance with her deliscious soft body. Her skin was on fire, tingling sparks of fire erupted from deep inside. With every stroke of his tongue he pushed in and out of her with his shaft. Everytime he pushed inside she had to groan of pleasure. Stroking his hair, his back and then settling down on his firm buttocks with her hands. Urging him unwards and pulling him deeper inside her. Not ever wanting this marvelous feeling to ever end. She wanted him to move inside her but instinctively knew they were moving together to an inevitable point they would shatter into a milion pieces.
He stopped kissing her mouth and was leaving a trail of hot kisses on her face, her chin, her neck, her collarbone. With one hand he explored her nipples making it even harder. Pinching it between his thumb and finger he send shivers alongside her back. The pleasure shot straight through to his cock as she tightened her sheath. The movement made him even harder and bigger inside her. He started to move faster and with more fever. Everytime he moved further and further he felt the blood rush through his veins and his balls tighten. Building up to release his seed to shot through his dick. Thoughts of that this would be impossible did not even enter his mind. His body moved on its own and it needed to move with hers. She was panting really heavy now and her eyes was closed. She was moaning and screaming his name now as wantonly he fantasised she would be. He felt she was close to her peak. Her orgasm did not come as a surprise but shot straight through him and the thightness of her sheath rippef him into a thousand pieces. Shivers of her pleasure made him explode his seed into her and the force of this release was unlike any pleasure he experienced before. It made him want to extract her blood out of her veins with such force he could not resist. He felt his vampire teeth pull down and lower his head to bite into her neck, he saw the look into her face and it was as if cold liquid was splashed into his face. He pulled back emediately and out from her folds. Kyrah suddenly held on to his shoulders and pleaded no. ‘Please no, don’t pull back. It is not what it seems. I am not scared of you. I am scared for you, please let me explain. Please Nicholas you do not understand. You don’t understand yet what I am. Please I want you to bite me, I really want you to take my blood.’ Nicholas looked at her encrediously. Never in this world would he have imagined himself to be this lucky. How could this woman, this angel, grant him such immeasurable pleasures. How could she not be scared of him? She went further explaining to him that she knew that he is a vampire. ‘Nicholas we originat from the same wheel of destiny, we are both immortal creatures. Only I was not created on earth as you were. As you are a creature of dark I am one of light. Both connected and one can not live without the other. But are you ready to be joined by blood? That is what I have been trying to explain to you. For it will take three bites to bind me to you, it will only take one to bind you to me, for eternity. We both can live for eternity if we are let to. If no one take our lifes we can live forever. I have been on this earth for over 2400 years. Never being bound to a man like I feel I am bound to you, never wanted to be bound like I want to be with you before.’ Nicholas could hardly believe what he was hearing. Was she really that old, older then him even. Could she really want him as much as he wanted her? He smelled her scent eminate from her core, seducing him allover again. The heady scent entoxicating him to taking her again. Wanting to plunge himself inside her he tried to ignore the urge to. He needed answers more. She said as if reading her mind and perhaps she even could ‘the reason why you are able to mate with me and not with human females I do not know. Believe me when I say you are the first vampire I been intimate with. Well in conscience form that is. I am pretty sure the man that abducted me was one too. This triggered a violent sound from Nicholas as he suddenly got from the bed. Towering over her in all his anger he growled like a fierce and powerful beast.
Kyrah guessed he was not pleased by that fact. Remembering the heat she was just in awakened the smoldering flames she still felt with in her. She looked at him through her lowered wimpers, licking her lips slowly with her tongue. Knowing for sure she wanted to bond with this man. Making her own growl like a lioness in heat she motioned for him to come closer, turning her back to him and potioned her buttom up at him. Lowering her upper body to the mattrass and pushing her knees outwards hoping he would join her in this primal way of mating like animals did. Nicholas body emediately responded to her provocative positioning. His cock sprang up in full attention and with a low growl welling deep inside his troat he claimed his mate. Pulled her with his strong hands on both sides of her arse and lifted her to his hard shaft. With one fierce thrust he plunged deep inside her harder and much fiercer then the first time. He vowed one more time he would take her again and again before the sun would set.
After what seemed like four times of spilling his seed in her they laid tired and spend completely in eachother times. A sigh of contentment escaped her lips and she held her hand on his bare chest. Playing with the hairs on his chest. Stroking his nipple with the tip of her finger, eliciting another ripple of pleasure through his body. He could definitely spend eternity this way. He stroked her face with his thumb. And whispered softly in her ear sweet words of love and content.
Chapter eight
Nicholas felt the sun set as his body grew stronger, it was like he awakened from a deep sleep. Making love with Kyrah would be even intenser now. He considered taking her for the sixt time it would be but she slept so sweet and he did not wish to disturb her rest. She must be extremely sore after taking her so thoroughly and ferosciously. He blamed it to the fact that his body never knew such pleasures before. His first time had been with the woman vampire that sired him. In the fantasy world she glammered in order to feed on his blood. The real act of lovemaking he never experienced before. Never in his life he imagined it to be like this. Now he understood why Sarah had been so upset when she realised he could never make love to her this way. Now he knew why she chosen to be with David. He did not feel the sting of rejection anymore. He was glad she had let him go because he was now certain he was with the person he belonged with. As he lay next to Kyrah he contemplated what it would mean to be bound by blood to her. Would he be under a spell for the rest of eternity. Will he loose his free will always craving her blood, her touch, her kiss? Would he want to succumb to her power over him and would she loose her will to him as well? Or would it be a true symbioses leaving them in love and content for the rest of their lives. Blast it that they spend their time making love over and over again leaving him with more questions then answers. He got up to dress but a moan from Kyrah made him look at her. Without a doubt he would bond with her. He wanted to have her even now with such a force even before her blood was coursing through his body. He allready fellt powerless and under her spell. He would follow her to the ends of this earth and even to other dimensions if possible. He would not want to spend another minute without her. Her body responded to his even when she slept. It seem to follow him willingly and knew when it was not near. She woke up when he left her and she stretched out her arms. He held her silently for a while as she sighed into his chest. ‘We are not even bonded and I cannot stand it to be without you for even a second. I do not know how this is possible Nicholas. I know you have questions. I can only tell you that my people are called the fae where I am from, Schotland, we are part of a mythe. Mythical beings from a time long lost and forgotten. In the beginnings of time we were considered gods and treated by men as such. But in time humans craved their independance and came to resent our kind. A long and horrible war forced our kind to retreat and leave this earth. Not many of us stayed behind, in hiding. Some build a life here with their human mates and would not leave through the gate to other dimensions our king and queen had opened. My brother allso chose to stay behind, I chose to stay because of him. Eventhough we are close I do not know where he is now, he is a drifter, a wanderer. Sometimes I wonder if he regretted the decision to stay here. He is more away in other dimensions these past few centuries then he is here on earth. Perhaps he knows the answers we seek, perhaps another fae knows an answer to why we are connected.’ Nicholas held her hand to his cheek and said ‘I do not want to know the reason why we are connected my sweet. I want to know how it is possible I can perform the act of love with you and now I have spilled my seed deep inside you does this mean you can get with child?’ Talking about it triggered the all too familiar throbbing of desire between her legs. Could she again join with him so, ignoring the soreness Kyrah said ‘my sweets, you should not talk again about this subject for it makes my body ache allover again to be joined with you.’ She took his hand and pulled it down to the proove of her arrousal. ‘Oh my dear I truly believe you.’ He lowered his lips to her and kissed her hard and possesively. When he left her mouth his voice was low and raspy ‘if you grant me a moment dear I will again claim your body but let me warn you. The sun has set and I intend to drive myself long and hard inside you that you will not be able to leave this bed the next morning or even the morning after. I have decided to take your blood not ones but two times after that and fuck you senseless in between. After taking you over and over you will be bonded to me and I to you. And when that is done I intend to take you as my wife, the last wife I will ever take and marry on this earth as long as time will allow me to stay alive.’ Kyrah merely nodded in agreement and kissed him softly on his lips. Tasting and sucking his full underlip and urging his lowerbody with her hands. Breathing heavily in anticipation of his first bite. The drawing of the first blood left her dizzy and more wanton then before. Panting like an animal in heat she wrapped her legs around his body waiting for his hard shaft to drive in her deeply. With a cry of triumph Nicholas drove himself deep into her wet folds and started pumping fiercely into her. Matching her hard moaning and holding on to her small body he was moving inside her causing friction and ripples of pure pleasure. He was thoroughly addicted to her now. He would not wait for her to join him. He bit her again and tasted the sweetest nectar of all others he tasted before. The warm and entoxicated liquid coated his tongue and slowly went down his throat. He never felt this feeling of complete ecstasy before. He roared like a beast. Driving himself deeper and deeper. Matching his thrust for thrust Kyrah cried for his third bite. Turning her neck sideways, droplets of blood entising him to lick her neck clean and plunge his canines again to draw her blood for the third time. Kyrah moaned and arched her back and moved in utter complience. Screams, moans and pleasure filled cries left her lips. She felt the bond set between them as a human marriage never came close to in comparison. She never would want to be without this man for the rest of her life. If he ever would leave her it would be like taking her soul away. She would be an outer shell with no real essence. Nothing will ever be the same again.
Chapter nine
Kyrah was still asleep upstairs and it was the next morning. Nicholas was in his study thinking it was time to get the special license as soon as possible. He wanted to be her husband by human standards as well. Eventhough he felt more bonded to her then he ever did compared to his previous wifes he had married. He still wished to perform a beautiful ceremony showing her how much he loved her. It would take place at night in the garden. Surrounded by candles and her favourite flowers. Soft violin music and her favourite food. He even wanted to envite some people to witness him marry for the last time. He send for Neville to acquire him the special license and to arrangefor a priest as soon as he would be available. With the letter of request in his hand he closed his eyes and thought back to the numerous times he had driven himself deep inside his wife. He chuckled to himself, he was already calling her his wife. He wanted her input and her help organizing this wedding. She probably have her own ideas how to arrange the settings. He could not wait to ask her.
She sensed him even before he walked into their chamber. This feature of their bonding was new to her. To be able to feel his presence like little sparks of energy flying against and around her skin. She could also feel he was excited about something. Oh dear God the man could not want to make love to her again? could he, she wondered. Their eyes met and he gave a dazzling smile. She noticed her body give a silent sigh and felt she was happy to see him. She blinked herself into a nightgown and got up from the bed. Nicholas saw her change into that gown in an eyeblink and was truly surprised. ‘How did you do that? And more importantly why cover up such deliscious candy I want suck and lick all night?’ A wonderful burst of laughter came from Kyrah and she said ‘I will not only be the last women you ever want, I will also be the least expensive one. You need not buy me any clothes because I can change into any dress or piece of clothing I imagine myself in by magic.’ ‘Well magic or not imagine yourself naked my dear I rather see you without clothes anyway. I have decided to throw away all the dresses inside this house anyway. I am keeping you naked and ready because all I can think of is ravishing you’ he said semi serious. ‘Oh Las,’ shortening his name as a term of endearment, ‘I am famished, let me get properly clothed and I will head down to the kitchen and see if cook still has something to eat. What time is it anyway?’ ‘ I allready asked cook to prepare something for you but then I realised I don’t even know what your favourite food is. And there is something else I would like to discuss with you, so if you would please join me in the diningroom, we can talk. Besides if we stay here I will find a way to get you out of that nightdress faster then you can blink and take you again, my dear!’ His last words were said in a very low growl to emphasize his again growing arrousal. He left her to change into a burgundy coloured dress with a very reveiling and low cut bodice. Almost spilling out her large bossom. Wearing ruby red orchids in her hair and matching jewelry on her neck. The bruises in her neck where Nicholas had bit her were completely healed in the time he let her sleep. Her body could heal faster then a human body did. A feeling of exitement and happiness made her run downstairs to join him as quickly as possible.
When she walked into the room Nicholas stood up from his place at the head of the table. He never needed real food for nourishment other then what he took from the blood so he never used this room. He never felt he needed to join his wife before in this room either but everything was different with Kyrah. With his previous wife he would spend most time in the fantasy world he had created for her. Inside her head he made a fantasy by magic and it was the way to share a life together. He felt a bit anxious to be in this new situation. He could feel her exitement her giddiness. Her could smell her arrousal and made a small curse inside for she was seducing him again to make love to her. If it was not for the servants and the urgent business he wanted to discuss he would lay her down right here on the table and pull up her gown and plunge himself inside her again. He decided he was going to let her eat quickly and talk with her about a few details of the wedding and then take her upstairs again. The right corner of her mouth lifted in a knowing smile as she sat next to him. ‘I am very hungry after our, ‘ short pause, ‘exercise upstairs.’ Shortly after she sat down a servant entered the room and brought in a plate of steaming vegetables and potatoes. After that a plate with three different cuts of meat. A plate with baked trout with almonds in a deliscious and silky buttersauce. ‘Surely this can not be all for me, I know that I am vamished but I can not eat all of this?’ ‘I wish I could join you dear but I have no need for food.’ He looked at her with his dark eyes. ‘Tell me what kind of food you like?’ Kyrah looked into his eyes and said ‘ I do not have one particular dish or type of food I like but I do love the smell of all thos lovely pies your cook makes. Her pies filled with poultry or with fish are legendary. I do love salmon when its freshly cought in the season in Schotland. The flesh of the fish is dark pink almost red in colour and its scrumptious on freshly baked bread.’ Kyrah spoke with such passion. Nicholas loved to listen to her and watch het eat. ‘What I meant to discuss with you this evening is that I have send for a special license and a priest to marry us as soon as possible. But in my haste I might have forgotten that you might want a say in how the ceremony will take place. And more importantly eventhough I sort of asked you before when I was about to take you’, clearing his throat. He stood up and went to kneel next to her to be closer to her. ‘It would be more apropriate this way to ask you first to do me the honour in becoming my wife?’ ‘YES, yes and ofcourse yes my love. You are my life.’ To seal his question and intention he bend forward to kiss her gently. ‘I am thinking about a nighttime ceremony, ofcourse, outside in the rosegarden. Maybe some candlelights and a few violin players for music, would you like that?’ She had to smile at his excitement and felt as she felt it too. Nothing could deminish the joy she felt growing inside. Nicholas moved in closer to her and started nibbling her ear. ‘Oh my, if we keep this up I will be with child even before the wedding will take place.’ Trying to look at him sternly and failing misserably. With a large grin on his face he scooped her up from her chair and carried her away. ‘You have had enough to eat. Now its my turn’ he said while laughing out loud.
He carried her upstairs and into the master bedroom. He surprised himself giving into the urge to claim her again. Soon they would be married and because it was this world longtime tradition he would bed her again and again. Why wait? He wanted to make love to her long and slow this time. Take his time discovering every part on her body with his tongue. He wanted to make a shiver with want and anticipation. He wanted her to scream his name that she could wait any longer to be joined with him. He would take his time undressing. Leaving her to wriggle naked under his ministrations. He wanted to taste her center, lap up all her juices when he would make her come by giving her slow pleasures with his tongue. After she laid completely spend he would drive himself into her wetness. Anticipation and her heady scent of her arrousal combined with his enormous hardon made him wonder if he should not just drive himself into her. Not bothering to fully undress. A soft knock at the door took him away from his wanton thoughts and with a viscious growl he warned whoever was ar the door would pay dearly. He barked the words ‘ENTER’ they were still fully dressed. A maid entered and spoke softly that there was a gentleman at the door demanding entrance and a word with the lord of the estate. Nicholas groaned and hated this unwanted interuption. As Neville was not back and this estate was far from close to any civilisation it made him curious who could want to see him in the dead of night. He should see himself who this unwanted stranger was. Looking into Kyrah large eyes he felt her anxiety. ‘My pet, please do not worry so. It is nothing to get upset by I will return shortly to start what I have planned to do to you.’ He would have send Neville to deal with this man he scowled. He moved out of the room but he felt the presence of Kyrah following him. He could not blame her. The man was not granted access inside and was standing behind the front entrance waiting impatiently. Slapping one of his leather gloves on the side of his thigh.
Kyrah warned Nicholas not to open the door just yet. She could sense the man outside was a familiar to her, another vampire. And not just any kind of vampire but the one who had taken her by force. With a strong force he pulled the door open and thundered himself forward. A feroscious growl escaped from deep within him and he nearly topped the man over. With one hand he took the man by his throat and lifted him in the air as if he weigh like a young lad. Nicholas spat at the man and shouted at him ‘Tell me why you are here and why I should not break your neck into two just now for the harm you put my fiancee through?’ The man croaked while choking ‘you mean the woman who is my wife?
Sophielief 