Call Of The Dark

Emma had woken up to go to the bathroom and when she returned, she saw that he was shivering and grunting incomprehensible words in his sleep. Worried by his condition, she went near him. He had broken into cold sweat. His jaws were clenched and the only word that she could understand was… mother.

She shook his shoulders to wake him up. His eyes opened with a jerk. He saw her and the next thing she knew was that he had pulled her over him and then went off to sleep muttering, "So close… so close…"

When Emma woke up again, she found herself still on him. She lifted her head and his face into view. Lazarus was… stunning.

The tips of his fangs were showing and she wondered what it would be to be pierced by them. She should have felt afraid of him, but she wanted to lick them, run her tongue over them. Surely, she was getting enthralled by the vampire just as the elders in the village had mentioned.

She had this sudden urge to steal a kiss from him. She moved up slightly and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. His eyes opened wide and now Emma found herself staring in his red eyes. Her face burned. "I— I—" she fumbled. Their faces were merely a few inches apart.

A smile appeared on his lips. A genuine smile. And Emma was… mesmerized. He was certainly the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life. Unable to stop herself, she opened her mouth and leaned forward for another kiss but Lazarus tipped his head up and she landed up biting his chin.

"Emma…" he said as his chest vibrated with a rumble.

She just didn't want to stop because she suddenly wanted to chase something that had pooled in her belly. She lowered her lips to his neck and peppered kisses till his chest.

Lazarus's member became hard. He watched her showering kisses on him. She went to his nipple and sucked it hard. "Uhnn…" he grunted, his hips bucking up to meet her. She went further down to his stomach where she sucked and flicked and licked his skin. She was dangerously close to his shaft which was tenting his pajamas.

Emma couldn't hold herself longer and she ended up kissing it on top of his pajamas. "Ahhh!" Lazarus lifted his knees. His mate was kissing his cock. He couldn't believe it.

"Ca— can I see it?" she said, her face burning radioactive red.

"In time," he growled and the next he turned her over and pinned her beneath him. The night gown she was wearing was ripped off and was tossed to the floor. When her naked body came into view, Lazarus's logic was tossed out of his mind. Emma had such a beautiful body. She had beautiful, curvy breasts that were made for his hands. They tapered into a thin waist which flared at her hips. The apex of her thighs was where he wanted to get to.

He took a ragged breath as he took his hands to her breasts. He started kneading them and then lowered himself to kiss them, to suckle them. It was a challenge to not pierce them and draw out blood. Lazarus was mating and that was why every time he was in this situation, his venom pooled in his mouth. If by mistake, he pierced his fangs in her, his venom would enter her blood stream and make her his blood slave.

He didn't want her to become his blood slave. He wanted to cast her soul out and get Maeve's soul in her body. And then he would pierce his fangs in her. That would make Maeve his blood slave. If he pierced his fangs in her now, the mate bond would snap and she would be his blood slave and tethered to him. After her soul would be cast out, he was going to suffer a lot. And then when Maeve would enter her body, she would not be tethered to him because she would be a different soul in a borrowed body.

He came near her taut nipples that were begging for his attention and darted his tongue to flick them. "So beautiful!" he hissed. She fisted his hair when he flicked her nipples. He loved the tension.

Her hips bucked up to meet his cock. He restrained himself greatly and carefully placed kisses on her body. He reached her navel and flicked it with his tongue. Her arousal hit his nostrils and he growled. He wanted to give in to the beast inside him and claim his mate. But if he tried to get inside her, he was afraid that he was so strong that he would tear her up. The Lore had played a game with him by giving him a human mate. Little did he know that Lore never played games.

He went lower and kissed the apex of her thighs. Her hips bucked at him again. He chuckled. Lusty little mortal. Her sex was wet with juices. When he parted her pink folds with his finger and blew warm air, she screamed, "God!"

"Yes, I am your God!" he growled and then lapped up her juices, taking care that his fangs got nowhere near that creamy skin. Her knees tightened around his head. "Let me see it," he demanded.

She shook her head, her hair streaming around on the pillow. Her body was shaking with anticipation. Her cheeks were dusted with a blush so hard that it made his fangs throb. He parted her knees and bared her. "Mine!" he growled and delved his face into her sex. He licked her and lapped her juices. 'Come for me,' he urged her in his mind. 'Come for me, Emma and show me how much you want me.'

As if on his cue, she screamed when liquid heat in her belly lashed out, making her come hard. She continued to scream until the waves of her orgasm subsided. She saw him looking at her intently with heavy lidded eyes.

She looked so beautiful when she came. And his chest filled with pride that all her orgasms belonged to him.

Emma was overwhelmed. She wanted to return the favor. She extended her hands to him. He caught them and straddled her thighs. "Now watch me," he said.

He took his pajamas down and his erection came out. She gasped at its sheer size. It had a thick head and was longer than the longest cucumber she had seen. "This is long…" she mumbled.

The velvety skin was stretched over the hardness. She had this urge to wrap her mouth around it, to taste it, feel it.

Lazarus said, "Don't close your eyes, because I am going to spill my seeds on you." He had been dying to mark her, brand her skin with his seeds. He began stroking himself as she watched him.

"I want to hold it," she murmured. Her hands shot to him. He grabbed them and made her wrap them around it. He guided her on how to stroke him and in three measured strokes, he came all over her belly with a roar.

Spent like he had run up and down the tallest peak in Wilyra, he slumped beside her. 'This girl would be the death of me.'