The Alpha Vampire

Déjà Vu, a feeling that one has experienced a present situation.

Cassidy and I have been here before, and do I even dare to say that it might go the same as the first time around.

I do not wish for her to be accidentally bitten and then be turned into a Vampire against her will. There is a very big part of me that wishes that she would allow me to do it again. What does truly trouble me is that she seems to be considering staying human.

But I do not wish to think about that now, for, at the present moment, there is the beauty that I want to lose myself in tonight. I genuinely believe that I can control my hunger for human blood, for she is my beloved, and that is what makes it different this time.

So once again, “My beloved, do you wish for me to stop.”

“No, but I beg, do not turn me against my will.”

“I shall never harm you in any way, foolishness does carry itself as my middle name on the odd occasion, but this shall not be one of them.”

“Then take me, Lucas.”

…Cassidy POV…

Taking Lucas’s hand, I slide it up my thigh, slipping his fingers under the seams of my dress, his other hand gripping tight onto my waist. My hand is moving up his leg, my fingers gently grazing his hard length. His body is trembling as he moves his hand further under my dress. I am becoming a wet mess, my body aching for him to be between my legs

He spins me around and pushes my chest hard into the wall, pinning my hands firm above my head. He is grinding his aching groin deep into my ass. He scrunches up my dress and shoves the material all the way up to my waist. When he catches a glimpse of my naked ass, a groan escapes his lips.

Then, all at once, there is nothing else in my universe but Lucas kissing, touching, biting, and exploring every inch of my body with his mouth, his tongue, and his hands. For the first time in a while, I forget everything else. The bliss sends an earthquake through my loins, causing my body to tremble.

Nothing in all my experience can prepare me for the sensations he is making my body feel; the tingle in my neck, arms, and hands; the tightening of my belly when a wave of lightning engulfs it; the escape of moisture as it saturates me. My passion is urgent, desperate, but Lucas is forcing me to yield to his slow pace, his unhurried touch, bringing me, again and again, to the edge of rapture and then denying me; he is set on me to beg for it.

Without further tormenting me, he leads me to the bed where he lays my body down between the soft silky sheets. They envelop my body and cool the burning ache that I feel down to the core. I watch in awe as this godlike man slips his pants down that firm, sculpted body and lifting every inch of cloth from his chest to display perfectly rippled abs.

He lowers his hot skin down onto mine and starts to unbutton my chiffon blouse, which finds its way to the pile of clothes on the floor. As he pulls my pants slowly over my thighs, he wastes no time and pulls my panties along.

As elegant as a tiger, he crawls his way up my body; the moment his soft naked skin presses against mine, I unravel entirely; my body is his to do as he pleases. And he does, as his lips devour mine; his tongue explored my mouth, my neck, and her ears. His tongue tortures me until I moan.

With a movement that startles me, he forces my legs open with strong arms, cups my ass in his hands, and lifts my hips to meet his mouth. With gentle, delicate flicks of his tongue, he brings me close to the edge of delirium. Afraid of toppling over too soon, I squeeze the blankets.

His hands finally open my soft folds, slowly, gradually, insistently. With his thumbs, he spread the softness, the moistness. He dives deep, his tongue running from my clit down between my folds.

He rubs the flat of his tongue over my clit, letting one finger, then two fingers invade me, making me moan. His fingers begin to move, pumping and twisting deep inside me. He starts increasing the intensity and the pressure. Licking, sucking, and biting, as if he is eating me alive.

He slips his fingers out and moves back up through my lips, taking them, rubbing them tight together, causing my legs to tremble. His thumb moves to my clit, finding my sensitive center again; he presses deep and starts rubbing hard. I feel the warmth start growing in my body. He continues rubbing over and over again, building and moving me ever so close to my climax. He is going faster and harder and deeper; I can feel myself go harder with every stroke.

Then he slips another finger inside; then, he starts pumping in and out. He is twisting his fingers, increasing the intensity and the pressure every time he thrusts in and out. He curls his fingers, my back arches, and my eyes roll back into my head.

I can barely control my body anymore. The edge seems on the horizon; every cell inside me is contracting. My legs are starting to shake; the warmth between my thighs are ready to explode. I am aching; I am quivering, pushed to the edge, my body shatters, and my cum flow over his fingers.

Grabbing my wrist, Lucas moves my fingers to the soft head of his erection, where I let them linger and explore, running the tiny, delicate pads over the heavily veined skin. I can feel myself become more aroused as prickles of pleasure moved through my arms as he grows harder in my hand. I squeeze instinctively, feeling the muscle throb and flex, forcing me to tighten my grip. More moisture drench me in anticipation.

With much force, I flip him around and lay his body next to mine. I wrap my hot hand around his erection, making it pulse. He pulls a gasping moan into his lungs. He can only watch as I slid down to put my mouth above his agonized erection.

I brush my tongue several times across the tip then pulled it hard into her mouth. Barbs of lightning convulse through his body, intensifying his senses. The sucking sound of my mouth against his flesh, the sweet smell of my juices mixing with his own musky scent, the feel of my hot soft lips caressing the sensitive flesh as they slid over the head of his cock, and the firm grip of my warm hand, all seems too hard for him to hold back anymore.

He gently pushes me back down onto the mattress. He places his pulsating erection between my legs; I slowly part my folds, so his strong, hard manhood slide effortlessly into me. I scream with pleasure. My whole body screams with pleasure. It is obvious that the teasing and taunting of foreplay are over.

His chin rests on my shoulder as his hips drive hard, his hard length furiously thrusting into me, over and over again. His unique scent overwhelms my senses; his breath at the nape of my neck tickles and makes me shiver. He slams into me, struggling for breath, desperately trying to hold on to his crumbling restraint. There is nothing controlled about his actions.

“Oh god, Lucas,” I whispered. “More. Faster.”

I gyrate in slow insistent circles; he rocks with every thrust. Our bodies are bucking and arching and colliding in almost perfect rhythm. He keeps up the rhythm relentlessly. With each stroke, he slides his hot throbbing flesh completely into me. He drives in deeper, with each thrust increasing pace.

“My beloved, you are going to be the death of me all over again.”

He impales me with his hot bulging shaft deep into my depths. I clench and shudder and raise my hips slightly to further drive his swollen erection into me. I heave in passion, my resisting flesh split, and he slides into me slowly and gently until he was completely inside me. I could feel his hard length pulsating, contracting and releasing his erection as he eases himself back for fear that he would explode.

“Lucas, I…I…fuck.”

My first orgasm comes within seconds, the second minutes later. He picks up speed, slamming home even faster. I am delirious with pleasure. I have never experienced anything like this before. He is man enough. That is for sure.

One…Two…Three more thrusts, and I am there. He plunges deep inside me; I feel the full thrust of his hard length inside me. Tension built, deep at my core and coil up, arousal mounting inside until finally, without warning, my climax charge up, and I lose all control.

“Coming,” he roars. “Oh fuck,” he groans.

The hot waves of pleasure started to build up deep within his core and shoot out in every direction, turning his limbs to jelly and his mind to mush. He shudders and convulses in a chain of explosions. His release fills me, dripping down his still-hard length.

He falls down next to me on the bed with a very satisfied look on his face, a typical Clayton grin on his face. We both lay in silence for a few minutes, waiting for the world to stop spinning and our breaths to slow to our normal heartbeat.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

…Lucas POV…

Her naked, heaving breasts come into view; as I start to slip out of bed. Her long hard nipples are peeking my arousal once again. My fingers stretch to pinch them, making them longer, more rigid. The triangle of her pussy is bald, the slit dark and inviting.

The covers glided slowly down my body as I stand from the bed. The soft-touch of the silk makes my cock twinge in agony; I grit my teeth as my arousal has now been peeked.

Then she calls me back.

“Lucas, yes, you may.”

“May what, my beloved?”

She sits up straight and slides her hair away from her neck, from which her veins are throbbing.

“Please, I insist.”

With hesitant steps, I make my way back to the bed where she is inviting me to take her even more intimately than before. As I come to rest next to her on the bed, I can see the most peculiar desire in her eyes. If not before, then now I know that she does not carry a problem for me to taste her sweet nectar.

Gently I place my lips at the very same place where I know that I have marked her not so long ago. Feeling the veins pumping below her skin does not make me hesitate any longer. With an elegant snap, I open my mouth and slide my fangs with enough force to make her jump but an inch off the bed.

Once I am assured that she is fine for me to go further, I nestle my fangs deep into her soft skin. The minute her first drops of blood flows through, electric shocks ignite every nerve in my body. Pulling harder, I drink glorious drops of nectar from the woman that I love even more than life itself.

The more I take, the more it becomes clear to me, I shall do whatever I have to do to be with her.

After several seconds of divine pleasure, I slip my fangs from her neck. She turns to me, and strangely I see the exhaustion on her face. I have forgotten that she is human now. So I place a tiny kiss on her forehead and leave the room.

Much later, do I return, only to find that she is not where I left her? I rush down to the kitchen, where I find Damien still.

“My dear Damien, have you seen Cassidy.”

“She left with a bag saying that she has an errand to run.”

This immediately troubles me; Cassidy does not run errands; she hates being out in public.

“Damien, where is the book of spells?”

I only need to wait for but a few minutes for Damien to come back from the study where he left it.

“It is gone.”