Forcing me to taste my own blood.
More. Drink more, dammit, or you’ll die.
Struggling with all the sensations, pushed to the brink of madness, I continue to fight. Forgetting why I’m even fighting. It’s just instinctual. The need to live and not die.
“I won’t lose you!” Asher roars inside my head and something shatters between us.
Emotions slam into me with each pounding thrust.
His emotions.
There’s joy. There’s pain.
There’s longing and desire as he strokes hard and deep.
But the strongest of them all is love.
It shouldn’t be there. We don’t know each other. We’ve never interacted with each other beyond these past few hours and the dreams.
But it is.
And it’s real.
It’s pure.
I know it somehow. Like one knows how to breathe or blink without thinking about it.
The shock of his love hits me so hard my mouth falls open in a gasp.
And I instantly feel his triumph as his blood pours past my lips and down my throat.
His hips pumping me full of his need to conquer and protect me at all costs.
Even if it means protecting me from myself.
I start to choke, my body wanting to bring the blood back up, but he seals my mouth with the strong press of his wrist.
Not allowing a single drop to escape.
Grinding my head down into the bed with the force of his arm, I can only stare up at him helplessly.
His blood pours into me while he continues to drive himself harder and faster into my body.
I’ve never felt so full and stretched to the point of bursting.
My heart starts to race wildly and I claw at his arm.
Panic wanting to take control.
But it can’t compete with the orgasm building in my core.
Like a storm of dark clouds, I feel it swelling up inside me. Gathering strength. Made up of his thunder and the lightning coursing up and down my thigh.
Then everything explodes.
My orgasm. Asher.
And my chest.
All at once.
Warm waves of bliss want to carry me away as Asher’s pace stutters and his cock jerks inside me, pumping me full of fire.
But my heart…
My heart has stopped.
Every muscle I possess locks up.
I can’t pull air into my lungs.
No matter how hard I try.
Asher curses then looks down at me in horror.
And I know true fear.
I can’t relax enough to give my heart a chance to restart, and the more I struggle the tighter I seize up.
My thighs clench around his hips, trapping him against me. My nails dig into the meat of his forearm.
The walls of my sex squeeze around him so tightly I can feel every bulging vein along his shaft. Every little twitch as he continues to come.
“Chloe,” Asher chokes and rips his wrist away from my mouth.
But it’s too late.
No amount of oxygen or love can save me now.
Not when death has wrapped me up in his cold possessive arms.
Eighteen
Asher
The turning is complete.
At least I think it is.
But she died on my cock as I came inside her. I wasn’t even able to control my orgasm. She ripped it from me as I forced her soul into merging with my own.
The thudding of her strong heart is gone. She must have felt it when her heart skipped beats and shuddered to a stop.
Fuck.
What the fuck?
And my cock is still inside of her…
Pulling myself gently out of her, I watch as the load she tore out of me leaks onto the sheet.
I wanted to torment her. I wanted to punish her for making me wait so long. To punish her for the wickedness she’s put me through all these years...
But she brought out every single fucking instinct to claim her and mark her as mine. I could have been gentle. I could have done a million things different, but I could barely control the blood beast.
She brings out the monster in me.
Did I make a mistake?
Did I turn her correctly?
I’ve made vampires before. Besides Raphael and Ambrose, I’ve turned each of my children.
Chloe is my soulmarked. Her blood should be drained until she is almost dead, then she is to be given my blood as her heart begins to fade.
Panic is threatening to take hold of me. I can feel all the little hairs on my body stand up as if I’m inside some giant electromagnetic field.
Pressing my ear to her still warm chest, I listen to the silence that pervades there. There is no sound of breath. No subtle thump of her heart beating blood through her.
Nothing stirs within her body beyond the blood I forced her to drink. It’s there, in her cooling stomach. The vampiric property slowly changing and enhancing as it slowly works its way through her system.
When a vampire is turned, we die.
That’s the difference between us and ghouls, truthfully.
Humans who drink from vampires without dying become ghouls.
Ghouls are a necessity in our lives. They provide us many things, such as protection during the day and a supply of blood if we cannot find living humans. But they die. The toll it takes on their bodies is thorough and complete. They quite literally can’t last long enough.