The Blood is Love (Dark Eyes 2)

And she’s pretty good at reminding me of that. Has me completely wrapped around her little finger.

I just like to keep her on her toes. She doesn’t need to know how damn devoted I am to her, to every inch and fiber of her being. She already has so much of the upper hand, I wouldn’t want to lose all my control completely.

Especially now that she can fly. Every day she’s discovering more and more of her powers. Sometimes we learn together, trading magic that innately remained within me even after dying. Other times her parents help out. Her magic is far above what they can do, but they still know the basics, and I can tell it helps bring Lenore and her parents closer together. Family is a tricky situation for the both of us, finding ways to heal rifts while also holding onto the found family in this house.

As for my family, well, Skarde is dead. He died in that other world, never to return to this one. Natalia, unfortunately, is dead too. And Kaleid, well…no one knows what happened to Kaleid. No one knows what happened to the Dark Order either. Ezra has been to Europe twice in the last four months since we left Helsinki, spying for me, since that whole lot of vampires over there are as untrustworthy as anything. He hasn’t found out any information, not even any rumors. It’s like all the vampires are finally free to do what they want, what I’ve already been doing for a long time. And without Kaleid and Natalia leading the Red World, they’ve moved onto the normal one. So far, they all seem to be behaving, proving that vampires don’t need a ruler after all.

Then, of course, there’s Dracula. He’s galivanting on the beaches of Mexico or Italy or some place that sounds like hell to me. I talk to him occasionally and he’s dropped a few hints that he’d like to come visit, move to San Francisco, but he hasn’t bitten the bullet yet. I think he thinks that Wolf wants to kill him still, but he’s so blindly obsessed with Amethyst that Wolf wouldn’t pay Dracula much attention.

Unless Dracula starts going for Amethyst.

Well, that’s not my problem.

“What’s not your problem?” Lenore asks, putting her coffee down and getting to her feet. She walks over to me and I toss the newspaper to the side. We’re in Dark Eyes, drinking coffee from the espresso machine, enjoying the cool temperatures during a hot San Francisco autumn, and the peace and quiet before the rest of the vamps wake up and things get busy.

“You’re listening to my thoughts?” I ask her, teasing. “Thought we had an agreement.”

“I just caught the last sentence,” she says, biting her lip seductively. “Thought maybe I could give you a problem.”

“Oh really?” I say, gazing up at her. She stands between my legs and reaches for my zipper. My cock is already hard as rock, having been all morning since she keeps showing me flashes of her cunt.

Plus, I can smell how aroused she’s been, even though I haven’t shown it. I just like to make her wait, if possible. I’m cruel like that. She once said I was the Prince of Darkness; King of Edging, and I like to lean into that as much as possible.

But as I run my hands up her inner thighs, playing with her clit, sliding my fingers inside her, I decide I don’t have much patience this morning. I get her off, fucking her hard with my fingers while she stands there, head back, moans filling the nightclub, as well as the slick, X-rated sounds of her wetness.

When she’s come twice already and I’m hair-trigger sensitive, my cock aching painfully for release, I bring it out of my fly, making a tight fist around the base, which elicits a deep groan from inside me. I’m not going to last long either. She quickly climbs on my lap, straddling me, then lowers her hips until I sink into her.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, my arms trembling as I grab her waist, trying to control her movement, the strain making my face contort.

But she’s already come. She has that look of pure lustful determination, wicked to the bone, and I know there’s no point in trying to control things.

It feels good to let go sometimes.

So she starts to ride my cock, pushing down deeper and deeper, squeezing me so tight that it’s hard to breathe. With each sharp thrust of her hips she rocks back and forth and I’m pulling down the neckline of her dress, biting and sucking at her soft breasts, my fingers slipping down over her slick clit again.

Heaven. Lenore feels like heaven, a place that I might have gone to when I died. It’s hard to say, when I died I went to a dark place but it wasn’t a bad place. It was peaceful.