Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-seven

It’s hard to tell days from night when you’re living in darkness, but my body didn’t care. Night turned to day again, and day must’ve turned to night, then morning anew. We fucked and kissed and played through the hours, and I ate steak on loop as I glugged back glasses of water and feasted on strawberry jam.

My dreams and fantasies around Hans were crazy. Images flowing free.

It wasn’t just Mary’s pain from the past that transfixed me, it was her excitement at knowing that this was it. Her life finally living out through mine.

I woke with a smile on my face to find my vampire love still asleep by my side after the longest session of them all. I listened to his breathing, letting my senses run riot. I didn’t need light to see him. I could see his gorgeous form in the darkness, and it didn’t matter how pained and battered my body was, I’d have sacrificed my flesh in a heartbeat, just to feel him inside me again.

“I can hear you, you know,” he said and turned to face me.

I let my fingers run down his chest. His body was so ripped. So toned.

I knew what was waiting for me as my hand moved lower. His cock was hard and ready for me. I could barely wrap my fingers around him, but my pussy was already hungry at the thought of more.

“That feels good, little one,” Hans said, “it’s been some time since I’ve had anyone to share my evening glory with.”

That made me smile.

I stroked the thick veins on his cock.

“Take what you need,” Hans said. “My body is yours, just as yours is mine.”

The offer was magical. The sentiment so real it set my heart alight.

I knew what I needed before I was ready to take him inside me again, though. I needed help to get me ready. I needed his mouth…

“As I said,” he whispered. “Your pleasure is all that counts right now. I’ll take mine through yours.”

The invitation gave me a thrill. Inexperience meant nothing in my new adventure. I was growing in confidence. I could sense right through me just how much he was craving me, just as much as I wanted him.

“More than that,” he told me. “I’ve been waiting for you for centuries, remember?”

He guided me up and onto him, and I felt so raw as I positioned my knees on either side of his face, but fuck, it was blissful. He groaned as his mouth worked me, his tongue flicking at my clit so perfectly that I was moving to a rhythm within seconds. He gripped my ass cheeks and urged me on, and I let myself free.

Damn. It was insanely hot.

I was riding Hans’ beautiful face, and he was as crazy for it as I was. I opened my thighs wider, offering my pussy spread bare and he moaned along with me, Fuck, he made me so wet. I knew I his face must be soaked, and it only spurred me on.

I waited for the pain, but it didn’t come. He teased my wounds with his teeth but didn’t bite me.

For once, it was a relief. I was sore enough without it. I just hoped I would be good enough for him without blood.

His thoughts came loud and clear.

Your body doesn’t need more bites right now, and neither do I. Your body needs more sex. Take what you want, exactly how you want it.

He was right. My pussy needed to take his cock, and I needed to be ready for it.

I moaned, moving in sync with him as he lapped and played and sucked my clit. I braced myself on the pillows and my back arched, and my hips circled, and Hans kept on giving. His mouth was divine.

I felt like an utter goddess as I took my pleasure from him.

The bite marks on my pussy were stinging, and it hurt as I built up to orgasm, clenching and hungry, but it was primal in its calling. I couldn’t hold back.

That’s it, little one.Set yourself free.

His hands left my ass and snaked up to my tits, cupping them gently and squeezing my nipples and he was a master with his tongue, setting off the sparks that danced through me until I was a bucking mess. He was there, giving, and I was riding, taking.

That wasn’t all I wanted, though.

I wanted to ride a whole lot more.

I was still panting from coming when I edged myself down the bed, still straddling him.

“Steady,” he whispered as I rubbed my pussy against his cock, but I didn’t want steady. I wanted him inside me all the way.

I eased myself as gently as I could, whimpering against the stretch, but nothing could have stopped me, and the hiss that came from my lover’s mouth as I sunk my pussy onto him had me hissing right back.

“Fuck me,” he said and I was riding my vampire lover in no time, letting feral nature take its course.

Our bodies were made for this, but this time it was at my command.

“You really are a pain hungry little beauty,” Hans said, with a glorious tone of pride.

It made me ride him even harder, with a huge grin on my face. Circling and slamming, circling and slamming. He was so deep it was like he was buried in my stomach, but that’s where he was meant to be. All the way inside me.

I found the angle myself, shifted to hit the spot inside me, trusting my own motions.

“Good girl,” he said. “That’s right. Make yourself come.”

I cried out, struggling to bear it as the waves hit. It was so painful and so fucking good, both at once. Pain drunk. But it wasn’t from teeth and blood this time, it was from the way my pussy strained to take him, even though I wanted him so fucking bad.

So fucking bad that I braced myself on his thighs and rode him like a whimpering slut.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and I grinned to myself again at the ultimate success.

He was going to come along with me. I was going to milk his cock as I took my thrill.

My little bruised tits bounced, and flesh slapped flesh, and I felt it building, and building and building… and then fuck. FUCK.

It was like our bodies were destined to be together. Our souls felt like they were exploding together along with our orgasms, and I knew what fated mates were. It was a feeling that made no sense, but pure sense both at once. Beyond comprehension, yet the most natural thing in the world.

So were the words that came out of my mouth as I struggled for breath after coming.

“I need to be with you for ever, Hans. I need you to make me a vampire.”

He was quiet at first.

“I mean it,” I told him, the confident goddess side of me still in control. “I need you to make me a vampire. Feed me your blood.”

“Katherine–” he began, and I felt his hesitation.

“No,” I said. “I mean it. I want to be your fated mate for ever. Not from lifetime to lifetime with centuries apart. Not anymore. I want to be a vampire along with you. Now.”

I gasped as I rose from him but didn’t hesitate in crawling across the bed to flick the bedside lamp on. I wanted to see his expression.

“Little one,” he said, and his tone was firmer. “Becoming a vampire isn’t an easy decision.”

“It is,” I countered, my tone firmer along with his. “Being with you is an easy decision. I don’t care what that involves. Take all my blood right now, I couldn’t give a shit. I just want us to be together.”

“You’re pain and sex drunk,” he said, reaching out to stroke my face, but I gripped his wrist.

“I might be, yeah, but it doesn’t make any difference. I won’t feel any different when I’m not.”

His eyes weighed me up, but they didn’t need to. He could read my thoughts.

I WANT TO BE A VAMPIRE WITH YOU, HANS. I’M NOT LETTING YOU GO AGAIN!

“That was quite a yell.”

“Yeah, and maybe it needs to be. Why won’t you let me be a vampire with you?”

He looked so beautiful beside me, so full of love as he smiled.

“I didn’t say that, sweetheart. I am more than willing for you to be a vampire with me, nothing would make be happier, but we need to make sure it would make you happier. Giving up your living flesh is a huge thing to consider. I’m not certain you’re ready to make that call.”

That pushed a button inside me, like a deep wounded trigger had been pulled. For so long I’d been told what I should and shouldn’t want, and what I should and shouldn’t think, and what I should and shouldn’t be doing. I wasn’t taking it anymore.

“I don’t need to consider it,” I told him. “I’ve known it since I was a little girl. I’ve been fascinated with vampires because it was my destiny to be one. With you.”

He didn’t respond to that, and I knew I’d nailed it.

“Argue it,” I challenged. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

He tried.

“You haven’t even tasted vampire blood yet. Let alone fully comprehended the reality of being a blood seeker for all time, losing the love of sunlit mornings and seeing the world in the light of the day.”

“So? Who cares? It’s destiny, isn’t it? Our destiny.”

He was silent. I knew I was right.

“So what’s the problem?” I asked. “Why can’t you just bite me and suck me to death and let me drink from you to make my transition? That’s what’s we’re destined for, isn’t it? If you weren’t going to make me a vampire why would you have introduced yourself in the first place?”

He sighed. “Us being together is destined, Katherine, yes. But when and how you choose to become a vampire is something your body and soul both need to be ready for.”

“And they are!”

“Really?”

With that he leapt up and pinned me down on the bed. It was so rough, so forceful, and his eyes were burning fierce, teeth looking savage as he hissed in my face. My body responded before I could stop it, I flinched and screamed with terror. I thrashed with crazy panic, breaths ragged, and he let me go as I was still struggling.

“There we go,” he said, and took himself off me. “You’re not ready yet. It’s a progression that will happen when it’s time.”

Fuck it.

I felt so angry with myself as I raised myself up. I was staring down at him, and I felt frustration like I’d never known it.

“Let me guess. Patience, right?” I asked. “Is that going to be your answer to everything, Hans? Patience, patience, patience? I’m sick of fucking patience.”

His eyes weren’t angry back at me. Not at all.

I kept on speaking, the passion spilling over.

“You’re not the only one who’s been waiting centuries. I have too. I may not have been conscious of it, but I lost you, just as you lost me. And fuck that, Hans. Fuck it!”

“Sweetheart, it’ll be all right,” he said, but I didn’t want to do it anymore.

I don’t know what possessed me as I got up and wrapped myself in a robe on my way to the huge, bolted door, hauling it open with all my strength before I marched out onto the landing.

“Katherine!” Hans called. “Katherine, come back here. We aren’t finished talking. There’s plenty more to say.”

I didn’t look behind, just gave it everything I had. I dashed downstairs as quickly as I could, and fuck knows how I did it, but I reached the kitchen before he caught me. I tugged the kitchen drawers open one after another, looking for blades, because if he wasn’t going to bleed me to death, I was going to do it myself, and it would be his choice then. Lose me or give me his blood.

I had a blade in my hand when he stormed in and snatched it from me, lifting me up from behind as it clattered onto the floor.

It was like I was possessed, screaming and kicking out at the frustration.

And the pain.

“STOP!” I said. “I’M NOT DOING THIS AGAIN, HANS! I’M NOT! I’LL DO IT MYSELF IF YOU WON’T DO IT FOR ME!”

“Shh,” he soothed, and dropped to the floor, holding me tight on his lap as the sobs hit me. “This is impulse running wild. It’s natural. It’s fear. It’s all right.”

The trapdoor was well and truly open now, as was the grief. I screamed in his arms as the full force hit me. I was there, watching him hanging, butchered, hating every second like it was a lifetime. Broken myself along with him.

“Let it out,” Hans whispered, and rocked me, and I felt insane, but it didn’t matter. I spun on his lap to face him, barely able to see through my tears.

“Don’t risk it again!” I told him. “I can’t stand it. I don’t want patience. I want to be with YOU. I don’t give a shit about sunrises, or walking through sunny meadows, or how I’ll be seeing everything in the fucking darkness. I don’t fucking care!”

We sat in the quiet, him holding me as I struggled to get control of myself. It was hard. It was a war raging inside me, and I was on the edge of tumbling straight back under the trapdoor, but I wouldn’t let it. I had to be here in the present.

“Oh, little one. Your commitment is divine. But–”

I shook my head, I wasn’t interested in buts.

“I’m sure,” I insisted again. “I don’t give a shit how scared my body is, it can fuck off!”

He smiled a little at that. “Your soul really is shining through now. It’s beautiful.”

“Good,” I said, somehow managing to control the sobs. “Make me a vampire then. Fuck my body, and fuck patience, too.”

I expected him to fight me again, but this time his argument didn’t come. He brushed my hair from my face, and then he said the words that would seal my destiny.

“All right, Katherine, I’ll make you a vampire.”

“Really?” I asked him. “You’ll do it?”

He nodded and pulled me up with him as he got to his feet. I watched mutely as he headed to the other side of the kitchen and took down a phone from the wall.

“Time to call Edwin,” he said.