Alaric

She sat on my lap as we relaxed in the oversized bath. I enjoyed holding her, although it helped that her plump breasts were so close to my face. She put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. Her face was pink from the heat of the bath, so I knew she wasn't weak from blood loss. It was dark outside, but she hadn't eaten dinner yet.

"You're not going to eat?" I asked her.

She sighed, and I felt her breath against my neck.

"I'm too tired to cook," she said without opening her eyes. "I can't walk after what you did to my ass."

I slid my hand from her waist to grip her ass cheek and jiggled it until it wobbled beneath my fingertips. The next time I sucked her blood out, it would be from her gluteal artery. The thought of sucking on her ass made my dick stir.

"Your fine ass took it's first fuck like a champion gladiator. You should be proud."

"I didn't get much of a prize for it, Master," she said, massaging her fingertips at the nape of my neck.

"How dare you? Females love my cum as a reward, humans and vampires," I said lazily because I was enjoying the feel of her fingers massaging me.

Her eyes snapped open, and she narrowed them on me.

"You probably need to use your hypnotising shit to reel them in first," she said with an acerbic tone.

"My, oh, my, is my little fuck slave jealous?"

Holy shit. She was .

Her heartbeat got a little faster, and any tiredness vanished from her expression as she glared at me. I wrapped my fingers around her neck and pulled her towards me until our foreheads touched. My eyes bore into hers.

"My family means everything to me. You will be the mother of my children. I am not a pathetic male who would do anything to harm or betray his family," I said, but I left out the fact that I was obsessed with her in every way possible.

Her lips parted, and her eyes widened in shock.

"Oh," she said before her face softened.

I placed my thumb under her chin, lifted her face, and kissed her softly.

"It doesn't change the fact that you're my lifelong fuck slave. Perhaps in a few hundred years' time, you could be upgraded to fuck bunny status," I murmured.

"You blow my mind away, and not in a good way," she said, putting her palm over my face.

I bit into her flesh beside her thumb, but I didn't draw blood. When I pulled her hand back, I could see the groove marks of my teeth on her skin. I licked over them before I lifted her off me to seat her beside me.

"You finish off bathing. I will be back soon," I said, glancing at her black collar.

I had a slim, rich golden collar with ‘Property of ' engraved on it but in ancient Greek. It would be surrounded by a floral design and embedded with diamonds. It was one that she wouldn't be able to remove.

She nodded and reached for the washcloth as I stood up. Her mouth fell open when she saw my erect dick. The fact that she didn't feel it beneath her attested to how tired she was. I wrapped a towel around my waist before I ended up fucking her again because her hungry eyes were on me. I didn't know who to thank for my blood mate, but I was grateful to have met her when I did. I might not have returned to that gallery for a year or two.

∞∞∞

I pushed the bedroom door open with my foot and entered to see Gemma lying on her back in the middle of the bed. Her head popped up to look at me before she sat up.

"What's this?"

I put the tray beside her.

"You need to eat," I said in a gruff voice.

"You said you didn't know how to cook."

"I looked up a simple recipe," I said, my patience running thin.

She finally lifted the toasted sandwich and bit into it. It looked darker than the one in the picture, but hopefully, it would taste okay. I sat on the bed and watched her chew the meat, cheese and red pepper sandwich.

"It tastes better than it looks," she said after she swallowed her food.

I grinned widely at creating something she enjoyed.

"A bit like your dick," she added with a smirk as she took another bite.

I scowled at her impudence but decided it would be fun to remind her of her words when I made her choke on said dick.

∞∞∞

It took eight days for her collar to arrive. I locked it away in the playroom for the appropriate time to present it to her. The craftsmanship on the collar was exquisite and reflected the price it cost to have it made.

Gemma spent a few hours a day working in the office. I monitored her internet use, but she never tried to contact her family, work colleagues or the authorities. She wouldn't lull me into a false sense of security. I remained on guard. She was knowledgeable in all things art, and Damien mentioned that her assistance was of value to him.

He had taken eleven of my paintings from various periods and artists with him, but he was sending close-up sections of these to Gemma. After staying with her in the office for the first few days under the pretence that I was working, I eventually relaxed when their interactions were friendly but business-like.

What I did learn about was the human fertility cycle and pregnancy process. It astounded me what a woman's body was capable of. I grudgingly admired their physiology in creating and carrying another human. My part was to fuck her senseless during her fertility window. I'd been diligent in checking her temperature with my cock for days. Her secretions should change, but I would check that with my mouth. The main aspect was to ensure I fucked enough of my sperm against her softening or opening cervix. I was armed with knowledge, and tomorrow was day one.

She walked towards the printer and took a sheet of paper off it but went to stand beside the window as she studied it under the sunlight. She scrunched her eyes up before her face cleared, took it to her laptop, and began tapping away on the keyboard.

I checked on my computer to see what she was typing.

It's an ancient Greek occult symbol. Some are hidden, and some are painted into the pictures, but they aren't the main focus. The artists are all either pagans or modern-day witches, but I believe the correct term is Wiccans. I would need to research the root of who they follow or worship .

Yeah, fuck that .

I picked my phone up and messaged Damien to tell him that Gemma wouldn't be available for a few days. His response was instant.

Don't be a selfish dick .

I ignored his message because nothing was coming between my blood mate's sweet pussy and my seed.