Call Of The Dark

When he pulled away from Emma, they were both breathless.

"This is how you purge negativity?" she said in a teasing voice, her face flushed.

He lowered her inside the hot water of the tub and stripped her naked. "Yes, this is the best way," he replied. He stripped himself and entered. Pulling her in his lap, he just sat down inside the hot water that was full of swirling fragrant water with herbs and flowers floating on the surface. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes as his muscles relaxed in response to the heat. He rested his head on the edge of the tub. "Emma…" he murmured her name and she reclined on him, her head resting on his chest.

His hands were lying lazily on the edge of the tub. Emma too closed her eyes. She could sense his relief through their bond and it was liberating. Her hands went to his thighs. She started circling the skin over there with her fingers working her way up to his knees and back. She wanted more. She wanted him to drink from her. He was extremely exhausted because she knew that he had been working nonstop. So she turned to face him. Straddling his thighs, she clasped his neck by wrapping her arms around it and pressed her body in his.

His cock twitched. He peeled open his eyes and looked at her with half mast lids. She brought her lips to his and nibbled at them. Slowly, their kiss turned passionate. She delved her tongue in his mouth and he opened for her to let her explore him all over again. He felt like this was a new beginning. All the while he let his hands stay on the edge of the tub. She pulled out from his mouth and kissed and nibbled his jawline before going down to his chest. She kissed him over there and bit him. His cock twitched in response.

Unable to resist his mate any longer, he grabbed her by her waist and made her slide over his cock. "Ah!" Emma loved the way he filled her, stretched her. Very strategically, she gathered her hair on one side and revealed her neck for him.

"Emma," he growled a warning as she rode him slowly. Her hands were on his chest, her fingernails digging in his shoulders, her nipples raking his chest.

"Yes Lord Lorza?" she asked as she licked her lips. "I wanted to put your cock in my mouth, but then maybe I will do it when we are in bed," she said enticingly as she inclined her neck a little further for him to see.

Her face was red, her pulse point was thrumming as she moved over him. Her scent of violets was mixed with spice and honey. Lazarus licked the tip of his fangs as they grew in response to his mate's sexual games. He wanted to sink his fangs as deep as he sank his cock in her and feed from her, but he knew that she was doing so because she was now his blood slave. He was scared that he had fed from her once and now she was getting used to it. "No Emma," he said through his clenched teeth as he exercised his control.

She began rocking him hard. She lifted her hands and then pulled her hair up in a messy bun, giving him a lovely view of her slender neck. Lazarus's control slipped a little. "I am scared…" he mumbled as his eyes fixed on her neck.

"Of what Lord Lorza?" she asked in a husky voice. She picked up his hand and placed it on her breast. He cupped them instantly. His finger and his thumb went to her nipple and he began rolling it as he kneaded it with his other hand. His cock swelled inside her and he swallowed thickly wondering what it would be to drink from her as she rode him.

"Of sucking you without control…" his voice was needy, yet full of restraint.

"Then I am going to stop you, Lord Lorza," she said and licked the corner of his lips.

"Fuck!" All his control shattered and he sank his fangs inside her.

Emma screamed but the next moment, her body relaxed. He had injected his venom inside her that was like an aphrodisiac. She moaned. Her thighs clenched as she neared her orgasm. She closed her eyes in complete pleasure. He grabbed her waist and guided her up and down. Up and down. Her muscles clenched and she came all around his cock. Feeling her gripping him, he snarled against her skin and then shot his release inside her.

Lazarus couldn't stop himself. He continued to drink from her, holding her in a vise-like grip. Her head lolled on his shoulder as she just… gave him. At the back of his mind he knew he had to stop. If he didn't, his mate would be sucked dry. Lazarus was a royal vampire and the strongest in the world. His hunger couldn't be satiated so easily. With every kernel of willpower, he pulled his fangs out from her and licked her over the skin where it was punctured.

She looked at him with drooped eyes and her lips curled up. "Are you done?" she asked with a slur.

"I am," he replied because he was done with drinking from her. Seeing how her head lolled on his shoulder, he decided that this was the last time he took from her. He stroked her hair lightly. "How are you?" he asked.

"Fine…" she closed her eyes and panic burst inside him.

"Emma! Emma!"

She giggled. "Yes, Lord Lorza. I am well. Stop being so panicky." He was caring for her.

But Lazarus lifted her out of the tub and brought her to the bedroom. He made her sleep on the bed after drying her well. He tucked her in the soft fur and ordered the servants to start the fire and bring food. He sat beside her and watched her like a hawk. He was so bothered that when she would close her eyes to sleep, he would wake her up. "Please eat and then go to sleep." Until Emma had a hearty meal, he didn't allow her to sleep.