Chapter 13

Samuel

My phone vibrated, and I paused in my sprint to check the message. My nightly hunts for this rogue vampire had been fruitless. My instinct told me it was someone known to Duncan because the London Coven were unaware of the reason behind my absence. Only Derrick, Alexander and Silas were aware of Charlotte.

I pulled my phone out while scanning the dark woods. The only sounds I could hear was the nocturnal animal scurrying around minding their own business. The message was from Derrick.

No one knows in the Coven. I sent Joshua to check Duncan's castle, and we missed some of the captive's burnt belongings in a fireplace. Someone had gone through the fireplace before Joshua got there. He ensured the remaining evidence was destroyed. Do you need anyone up there? Joshua is the closest.

I tried to digest the information without panicking. During the first week, Charlotte had gone around trying to get her lost phone and documents replaced. This vampire could have her address and all her identification documents. I quickly tapped away my response.

Can you get Joshua to check in on the children and all the other people we rescued? If someone came looking for Duncan, they could be using the captive's data to investigate. I don't need Joshua up here, thanks.

I wanted to keep Charlotte away from vampires. Silas and his blood mate Georgina, along with Alex and Holly, were my limit. Since Holly was due to give birth soon, we would need to go down and visit them and their new arrival. It would be a short visit since London was crawling with vampires.

I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and raced home. I wouldn't be leaving Charlotte's side until the threat was eliminated. Had this vampire made himself known, it wouldn't have raised my suspicion.

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After mulling everything over on the run home, I felt a little better having a plan of action. I snuck into our bedroom to see Charlotte sprawled over the bed, face down. Once I slipped out of my clothes, I carefully climbed onto the bed. The covers left her back naked, and I decided she was in the perfect position for me to take advantage of.

I leaned back to get some lube and quickly smeared it over my dick before pulling the cover down her ass to see her perfect pussy on display. I stifled a groan as I used some lube to rub around her plump lips and stuffed some inside her cunt. This was my favourite part of hunting at night. Charlotte slept like the dead.

I pulled her ass cheeks apart and guided my dick inside her. I leaned back so I could watch my cock sink into her tight pussy. My dick throbbed inside her, and I bit my lip as I slowly began to screw myself in and out of her. I pulled her leg up so I could burrow deeper inside of her.

The sweet scent of her blood made me slip my other hand beneath her as I pulled her back against my body, enabling me to lick along her shoulder to her neck. I hadn't fed on anyone else since my first night with Charlotte. She let out a small sigh in her sleep, and I reached for her breast to play with the soft flesh of her nipple.

The lube eased my path as I began to fuck her harder and faster. The feel of her clenching pussy around me made me want to sink my fangs into her neck. From the moment I saw Charlotte huddled with the children in her cell, I'd ached to be close to her—the need to consume her in every way possible.

I pushed her leg forward and moved her onto her front. After I ensured she was still able to breathe, I began to pound in and out of her cunt until my hips and pelvis smacked against her ass.

She groaned as she awakened, but I was too far gone. I rested my weight on my elbows and gripped her throat with both of my hands.

"Do you think you will cum all over my dick before I let you breathe again?"

When her cunt clamped down on me, a moan escaped my lips, and my fangs ached to sink into her vein. I continued to slam in and out of her while holding her throat.

"Cum for me, Charlotte. Show me what a good girl you are," I snapped at her.

I felt her throat ripple beneath my fingers as she swallowed and gasped for air. Leaving one hand around her throat, I slipped my hand beneath her hips and began to rub her cunt.

"Show me how my good little whore can cum for me," I whispered close to her ear.

"Oh, f-fuck," she stammered as her body tensed beneath mine.

Before she came, I sank my teeth into her neck as I enjoyed her cunt begin to milk my cock to perfection. My balls tightened as I came deep inside her contracting pussy. Each spurt relieved my tension as I fed off my mate and continued to spray my cum inside her.

My saliva dribbled down my chin as I drained her blood. I loosened my grip on her throat as I ground my hips against her. The feel of her cum coating my dick made me spew more of my seed inside her. I slowed my fingers around her clit, and her head fell onto the pillow. Extracting my fangs from her neck, I began to lick her clean before tonguing the two puncture marks. She was used to covering the marks up now.

"My good girl. You take my cock perfectly, awake or asleep," I said with amusement clear in my voice.

"You're a menace," she grumbled as she tugged on the covers.

I pulled the covers over us and moved her into the little spoon position because I didn't want to leave her wet little pussy.

"Go to sleep, you have an early shift in the morning," I said.

She elbowed me and let out a stream of explicit words. Some were Scottish, and I would need to look them up, but I was sure they were aimed at insulting me. I chuckled and tightened my arms around her.

"For your information, I have never fucked my mother. Therefore, I cannot be a motherfucker. Now, if you're a good girl, I will fuck you before we leave in the morning," I said, nipping at her shoulder.

She paused in elbowing me before she sighed heavily and settled onto her pillow. I listened as her breathing slowed, and she eventually fell asleep again. My senses were alert as I listened for any unusual sounds inside and out of our house. I was content in holding her because I needed to know she was safe and protected at all times.