Darlings of Paranormal Romance (Anthology) (123 page)

I looked into his eyes, unashamed of
my nudity and startling boldness. I met his gaze. His blood had
shown me his sadness, his longing, his search for something he
thought he could never have. Love. He was no different from me. He
wanted the same things I did. In that instance, as our bodies clung
to one another, I understood that I could unlock this man’s heart
and claim it for my own because I was in danger of giving him my
heart just as I had given him my virginity. The knowledge of it all
took my breath away.

Another surge of passion hit me. This
one was more intense than before. I couldn’t get enough of Vincent.
I lifted myself up slightly in his arms, moving my hips against his
member, hoping to arouse him, hoping to tempt him again beyond all
rational thought.

“
Again,” I commanded.
“Vincent, again, please. Fuck me again.”

He gazed at me with an expression of
quiet dangerous desire. I felt like he was already making love to
me with his eyes. He captivated me. That draw, that tug at my soul
found me in his stare. I relished it, feeling my pussy quiver with
lustful anticipation. My passion spiraled upwards as my heartbeat
pounded in my chest, waiting for the pleasure I’d discovered in
him.

“
You tempt me to the brink
of insanity. I’ll never be able to say no to you.” His dark
expression changed in a blink of an eye and was replaced with one
of undying, yet new found adoration for me. There was a pale blue
lighting of amusement and confidence behind his eyes. The magnitude
of understanding how deadly and yet how gentle he was sent shivers
down my spine. He was truly an enigma.

I took Vincent’s ear lobe in my mouth
and gently caressed it with my tongue. The walls of my sex summoned
his manhood as I mounted him, feeling the head of hot rigid cock
find me. I lowered my body over him, taking him in completely as
his rod impaled me. Quickly I breathed in a soothing gasp of
ecstasy as a few remaining pains of my past virginity slipped away.
This was glorious. This was hot. This was my vampire lover I was
fucking. My first, and hopefully my last lover.

Vincent’s muscular body merged
perfectly with my delicate one. I paused momentarily, raising
myself up to his lips, while he held me in his arms. He returned my
kiss and I locked my legs again around his rock-hard hips, letting
my body continue the pace, deciding the rhythm of our lovemaking as
I rode him. He let me assume control.

“
Yes,” he groaned, his cock
pulsating in me as I slammed against him. My thrusts were hard,
savage against his upper thighs. “This time is for you,” I
whispered with a sweet innocence that was quickly leaving me. “I
want you to come inside me.”

Under the full moon, I basked in the
newly awakened sense of life I felt, the confidence, the assurance
that I was indeed on the right path being here in this horrible
place in this vampire’s quite exquisite embrace. The delightful
smell of his masculinity hit my nostrils again. Nutmeg. Honey.
Salt. I still couldn’t define it, but I knew that smell. I knew I’d
never forget it, I mused. I breathed the scent of him in fully,
hoping to steal some away, hoping I’d have some clinging to my
hair, my face, my body so I could remember this moment forever. As
if I’d be able to ever forget…

Vincent leaned closer to me and buried
his head in my breasts. His hot breath seared my flesh. He swept
his moist tongue over my chest. A wave of bliss spread through me.
Then he covered my mouth hungrily. His kiss sent the pit of my
stomach into a wild swirl.

My nipples delicately grazed against
his smooth chest. As I gripped his broad shoulders, I continued my
rhythm, lifting myself up and then down on him. Up and down. It was
an intoxicating dance of desire and passion. I arched my back,
pushing my buttocks out so I could spread my legs wider in his
grasp. I didn't want it to end. The substantial length of his cock
gave me every luxury to take in every inch of him. He kissed the
pulsing hollow at the base of my throat. When he came inside me, he
let out a guttural growl that almost frightened me.

Then a silence surface in my veins, a
dull humming noise that blocked out Vincent’s moans of desire, a
voice I had never heard before.

Offer. Offer yourself to
this vampire, little wolf.

“
Vincent, something wrong,”
I said, not being able to hear my voice.

I saw Vincent’s lips moving as he sat
me down on the ground and situated his clothes. He reached for me,
but I tripped over his coat and fell forward up against the rock. I
blacked out.

The voice returned. A sea of red
piercing lights invaded my eyes. I had lost sight of Vincent or
where I was. I saw nothing, but red and heard nothing but a
sinister voice.

Small wolf. Small
disgusting, dirty little whore of a wolf. You will worship this
vampire. You will give him your blood or I will destroy you. Do as
I say. Do you hear me? Do as I say.

“
Vincent,
Vincent!” I screamed. I cried out Vincent’s name over and over,
praying I could break the hold this creature had on me.
Was this his blood talking to me?
Vincent!

***

When I came to, Vincent had wrapped me
up in his coat. The moon’s light shown on his face and I was so
happy to see him. I buried my body in his embrace. “Thanks be to
the Moon Goddess, it’s you.”

“
What happened?” Vincent
snapped.

His intense anger scared me and
flinched. “I don’t know,” I mumbled and moved away from me as I
realized my head was hurting.

He sighed loudly. “I apologize. Tell
me what happened,” he said more calmly. He positioned me up against
the rock like I was a china doll, fussing over his coat I wore as
he struggled to cover me completely in it.

“
Someone started talking to
me, telling me to offer myself to you. It called me a dirty little
whore of a wolf.” I held my head in my hands. I couldn’t stop the
rising pain.

“
What’s wrong?” Vincent
asked.

“
My head. Did I hit
something?”

“
The rock when you fell.
Let me look.” He crouched near me and examined my forehead. “You’re
bleeding.” He paused for a moment, and then added, “That’s a bad
gash.”

“
I think I’m going to pass
out now.” My vision became to swim and images of Vincent before me
multiplied.

“
Wait, hold on. Don’t do
that.” He flashed his fangs suddenly at me and sank his teeth into
the palm of his hand.

My eyes widened and it was probably
the only thing keeping me alert, seeing the severity of the bite.
Blood shot forth and spilled over his hand.

“
Hold still and breathe
please.”

I let
Vincent put his bloody hand to my temple. My eyesight danced before
me and played tricks on me. I saw two rocks, then four, three full
moons, then a few more.
Passing out would
be a good idea
, I thought to myself.
Passing out.

“
Emily, you’re going to
feel this rush, this insanely rapid rush. Hold onto me. Here, grab
my arm.”

The minute I heard Vincent’s words, I
felt my body zoom to the top of the moon and then fly back down
again. My head didn’t hurt anymore and a feeling of euphoria took
me over, divine, lovely bliss.

“
Wow.” I paused as another
wave of energy hit me. “Wow!”

“
Keep breathing. Emily,
listen to me. Channel that energy. Channel it into defending
yourself. The hellhounds aren’t far now. Remember I’m on your side.
If you truly are a Livonian wolf, we’ll soon now. Rein in those
hormones now, my sweet. We must move!”

He picked me up and dusted me
off.

I watched as he buttoned his overcoat
around me. Another feeling was surfacing. I twitched my nose
disapprovingly. “Phooey.” Playfully I smiled up at him as he
wrapped his overcoat around me. “I’m not a mare, Vincent. I’m a
tiger and I wanna roar. Roar.”

“
We’ll play circus later,
Tiger lady.” Vincent scratched his head as he stared at
me.

I whispered the word again. “Roar.” I
held up my hands like I was showing off a set of claws.

“
Oh, damn it,” I heard
Vincent say.

“
What’s going on?” I
screamed. My eyes widened when I witnessed that I did have claws,
long ivory Wolfen claws, claws that I was showing off to the moon
above.

“
Your transformation has
begun I suspect.” His voice was laced with a tone of alarm as he
wrung his fingers a time or two through his hair. “This is not
good.”

A second overwhelming jolt of
electricity slammed into me again, more intense than before. I
screamed again. I ripped Vincent’s coat from my body and this time
fell into a heap at Vincent’s feet. My back arched into a high
forward bend. My muscles flexed and expanded. I felt the soreness
from my shifting into a wolf earlier tear past any point I thought
possible. My arms, legs, calves, all my extremities increased to a
well-proportioned size.

“
I’m not a werewolf,” I
yelled. “The Wolf comes to me. He says when and where. But I’m not
a werewolf!”

“
You’re a special type of
wolf, Emily. A Livonian wolf. In Ancient Lunar Mythology, a
Livonian werewolf is a virgin maiden. No harm can come to her
because she is bound and protected by the Moon Goddess. She, alone,
decides when she gives up her virginity. When that day comes, she
may become a very powerful entity, one to be feared by any
creatures outside the Golden Kingdom. Oh yes, you will be
incredible, Emily. Breathe. Just breathe. And prepare for
battle.”

A rush of
energy and overwhelming emotions collided. I howled at the top of
my lungs. I couldn’t stop it. I huffed over and over, trying to
catch my breath as Vincent’s words swam in my head.
A Livonian wolf like the stories my aunt had told
me? It couldn’t be true. I’d become a monster.

“
Vincent, the pain. Make it
stop,” I yelled, and then I felt my jaw break and a massive amount
of sharp teeth fill my mouth. I reached for him, seeing the length
of my hands elongated and bony. My claws were five inches long if
they were an inch.

Finally Vincent’s voice came to me.
“I’m here. I’m here. It’s okay,” he announced. He was immediately
by my side. “Don’t fight it. It’ll only make it worst.”

My heart
flip-flopped and I clung to him.
How could
it get any worst?
I thought. My questions
sent me into a panic. Hearing Vincent’s explanation only furthered
my mania, but having him near me helped to calm me
some.

“
The magical elements in my
blood, from my mother. That may be what triggered it or losing your
virginity? Maybe that opened the door to your destiny.” Vincent
speculated.

I shook my head. I didn’t speak for
fear of lashing my tongue or worst. I didn’t want to try. Vincent
saw my hesitation. I groveled at his feet, undeniably nude except
for a thin layer of blonde fur now covering my body. I felt like I
was wearing a transparent suit of fabric, a mouth of teeth and
gloves with razors attached to the end of every finger. My hair
whipped around my body. It appeared it had grown several feet in
length during this transformation. I debated using it to cover my
body, but feared I’d only cut myself in the process.

This can’t be happening.
This can’t be happening. This can’t…

“
Riesci
a capirmi
?”

My eyes locked with Vincent’s. I heard
his words without seeing his lips move.

“
Sì,
posso capire.
” I responded telepathically,
telling him I could understand his question in Italian before I
realized he had spoken another language.
Yes, I can understand you.

“
Dimmi
di nuovo nella tua lingua. Sei un lupo mannaro o
no?
”

Hearing
his words, ‘Tell me again in your language. Are you a werewolf or
not?’ exasperated any reason I had left. I extended my mouth and
breathed outwardly. Gritting my teeth, as I wanted to do, would
surely slice apart my tongue. Mentally I threw a response to him.
“
I’m called a Werewolf Princess because my
father is a werewolf. Zeus cursed him. However, the curse wasn’t
passed down to me. I don’t shift unless the Wolf comes to me and
then it’s just into a wolf. No, I’m not a werewolf. Or I wasn’t. I
didn’t think I was until now. I’ve never howled at the moon before.
I just howled at that moon.”
I pointed an
unbelievably long claw at the sky. “
That
moon right there.
”

“
This is my fault. I
shouldn’t have deflowered you,” he exclaimed. He left my side and
stomped around the ground, clearly upset with himself as he voiced
his concerns. “I didn’t think it was true. No one has seen a
Livonian werewolf in centuries. By the moon and stars, what have I
done?”

The movement of his black boots
vibrating the dirt fascinated me. As I listened, I watched each
foot slam into the earth, sending a cloud of dust upwards, I
immediately realized the ground was baked and without any
nourishment. A wasteland indeed. I also became aware that I could
see Vincent’s movements. Before they were blurred. Now they
weren’t. Another realization made me want to howl at the moon
again. If I had access to this form when I found the demon who had
been killing my pack, I wouldn’t need to call the Wolf. I could
kill him myself.