Amelia
My face may be a mask of calm but inside my stomach is twisting and my heart racing. What game is Damian playing bringing Erik here? Does he suspect? Does he know? Only Nico’s calm exterior settles my worries if he did know even a fraction of the truth Nico’s behaviour towards me would be very different, he would be in full hate mode instead of indifferent. Our secret language to each other to deceive my darling husband. As soon as the excruciating meal is over I make my excuses and put as much distance between Erik and I as physically possible. That beautiful sweet woman that was with him made me want to be sick. Nothing to do with her, she was lovely, well spoken and I could see by the look in her eyes how she adores him. Everything I had wanted for him to have but it hit me like a dagger to my heart. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would actually have to come face to face with it. I beeline for my private chambers, I need some space just to breathe. How am I going to be able to work side by side with him on this? I’ve made him hate me but it’s not him I’m worried about. How will I be able to stay indifferent when his very presence turns my world on its ass. Arghhh I let my frustration out and smack my palm off of the wall. An irritated sounding chuckle snaps me back into the moment. I hadn’t even heard him come into the room. Damn it! Already he is making me loose my edge. There’s something dark in Nico’s eyes that makes me uncomfortable. I can sense his energy is off. I’m about to speak when he dashes over to me before I can fully turn to face him. He pushes me face first into the wall, his body pressing tight to me, his hardness evident as it uncomfortably pushes into my ass. Moving back slightly he holds me against the wall with one hand on the back of my neck, his feet spread my legs as his other hand pulls my dress up over my hips. His hand moves roughly between my legs pushing inside with two fingers he expertly strokes me in just the right way to set my body on fire and then he pushes his thumb inside my ass making it hard to think as he works me completely. “That’s what you needed” his tone gravelly, sensual as he bites and sucks on my earlobe. His fingers making my body tremble beneath him, waves of pleasure wash over me “Good girl, see no one knows you like I do” Still shaking from my climax he spins me around and pushes me to my knees in front of him unzipping his trousers and roughly fisting my hair. My hands move instinctively to his hips to steady myself before releasing his cock. Normally he likes me to tease him but today he pushes straight against my mouth demanding entry. Willingly I open to give him entry and he pushes all the way to the back of my throat, I have to work not to gag instinctively, with his mood he is not for giving me control, he needs to release his pent up frustration, this needs to be his moment. He is not overly rough, he does not hurt me but he sets the pace, works my mouth to gain what he needs to settle himself. I feel my eyes water and my mascara run as he works his way in and out, he tilts my head up so I am looking at him as he takes his pleasure. “The most perfect sight” he murmurs. All it takes is another few strokes in and out and I feel the tension in him, feel that work up in pace and then his hot release spills down my throat. He sighs as he zips himself back up and drops to his knees in front of me. Cupping my face with both hands he rests his forehead to mine. I feel him begin to still finally and his lips find mine in a deep soulful kiss. “What’s wrong?” I whisper to him when he finally releases my lips. He pulls back to search my eyes his own haunted. “Amelia you have to know how dangerous this is. Everything could unravel” I take a deep heavy breath and close my eyes for just a moment “Nico does he suspect anything? Why has he done this?” He just shakes his head at me “No he doesn’t know anything, I think he was just bored and wanted to stir up trouble. He acted like he didn’t know about Erik’s wife but he did, he’s know about her for months. I think he just wants to play a new game with you rather than actually knowing anything but if you slip up, if he sees any emotion in you, I don’t know what he’ll make me do to you or him for that matter” My heart is heavy, this might just be the hardest thing I’ve had to face in centuries but at least I have Nico in my corner. Blank face and shut off my emotions and hope this ends sooner than later. Damian gets bored so easily these days that hopefully this game will cease to amuse him if he gets no reaction from either of us. I kiss Nico’s lips and move to stand up but he stops me and pulls me back to him “Amelia, there’s something else” I have an awful feeling of dread that I know what he is about to say. “Just say it” I whisper and his eyes tell me before his words “There is a party after the meal tonight. Damian has decided who will be partnered for his enjoyment” I stop breathing “He has set you up to be with me . . . And Erik. The two men who hate you most in this world” his ironic smile says it all. That fucker, he really is playing with me, his stupid orgies where he decides who is fucking who are bad enough but to do this! A sudden thought hits me “What about Erik’s wife?” Nico just shakes his head ‘She is to watch with him”. That twisted fucker!Clara I allow my hands to roam over his hard muscular chest, sliding them up around his neck and into his dark hair, I feel myself tug at it with need as his tongue becomes more and more insistent. My mind whirls with the incredible feel of every flick of his tongue, lost to my need for him. Suddenly his weight shifts, those strong hands grip my hips and I’m pulled on top of him as he shifts back, never breaking our kiss. This new position puts me right over his rock hard need and oh my, it is impressive. I can’t help the moan that escapes me as he grips my hips pulling me closer to him. Feeling bereft as his lips leave mine but only for a second as he leaves a blazing trail of kisses from my lips to the base of my neck, where he buries his face into the nape of my neck and then begins to gently, teasingly suck a spot, I feel the graze of his teeth and then the most delicious shiver of pleasure runs through me as he bites into me, slowly sensually drinking from me. It has n
Clara The cool night air bites at my cheeks as we step out onto the street, the feeling of his hand in mine electric. The hotel looms before us and we both take a step in that direction and then pause with an awkward laugh. “You’re staying there too?” He chuckles in that deep hypnotic tone. I nod suddenly shy, even if we are the same, how do I tell him about the tragedy of my life, explain what I am doing here and then another thought hits me, what if he is from one of the houses loyal to Damien? Knowing my luck he will be, which leads me to another even more terrifying thought, what if he was actually sent by Damien? Could it really be a coincidence that he is here so close to the mansion by accident. I feel my whole body tense as the pessimistic thoughts flood through me. A gentle tug on my hand snaps me back into the moment, his beautiful face filled with concern as he studies my features. Surely someone who looks like a literal angel can’t be evil? Yet I know how stupid
Clara Sitting alone at a bar has to be a new low for me but I don’t know what else to do with myself. The bar itself is decent, in the bustling town not far from the mansion, I had to leave, to breathe, I’ve been a vampire for exactly eighteen years and those years have been miserable. I couldn’t leave Amelia, she protected me before she even knew me and I had to do the same but the last few weeks have been emotionally exhausting. Erik was gone for an especially long time this last trip, Miranda and Papa no longer speak even to each other it’s like they’re dead inside and everyone else has long ago departed the sinking ship like the rats they are. There’s only so much flower arranging and talking to an unresponsive Amelia and Nico one can take before they feel like they’re starting to go insane. I just need a little space, a little fresh air before I go back. I jump a little as I feel a presence slide into the bar seat beside me, their energy is electric but I’m so drained
*** 18 Years Later*** Erik Standing before the once grand house that I had called home for so many years I hesitate to walk up the steps, now strewn with leaves and debris. The formerly immaculate white building that had neatly manicured wisteria and Ivy winding around the grand entrance pillars is now overgrown and greying. It looks cold and empty, soulless, a far cry from when it was bustling with our family. The big window shutters all firmly closed even though it is the middle of the day, shielding the world from the misery that lies beyond them. I don’t blame the others for abandoning us the house is a monument to pain and loss. My anger and bitterness consumes me, heightened every time I return here. I have spent eighteen years scouring the globe for my son, turning over every rock, investigating every possible sighting, I have never come even close to him. I am a monumental failure and I dread each time I must come back empty handed to tell Amelia how useless I am.
Amelia Physically I feel fine, better than fine, my body is like nothing ever happened to it but my heart is forever changed. I had always thought nothing could compare to the love I felt for Erik but the love I have for Rowan consumes me, yet, with it comes fear and anxiety like I had never imagined. I can feel the raw power radiating from him, it’s like nothing I have ever experienced and it fills part of me with a hope that has always eluded me, that Damian can be defeated. In equal measures the knowledge of the terror Damian would be able to reign with that power under his control, it chills me to the core, everyone would be doomed. And that thought has my body trembling with rage, that we have let the immediate threat to Rowan slip through our fingers. She’s out there free to betray us all over again and put my son in danger. I hear the roar of anger that releases from me like it has come from someone else. I move to chase her through the passages, to capture her befo
Erik As soon as I walk through the doors to the bedroom my heart instantly calms and then soars. Lia is just walking out of the bathroom, dressed and looking perfectly healthy once more. Clara surprisingly is holding Rowan and they seem to be under each others spell, his tiny little hand touching her face and neither even so much glances my way as I enter. Nico rises from the sofa where he was lounging, he looks relaxed but I can tell he is on full alert underneath the exterior. His hand pats me on the shoulder and he leans in “How did it go?” His voice low to keep the conversation between us. A heavy sigh releases from me before my words “About as good as you would expect, the guards are helping her to move on as we speak” Even with our hushed tones I see Lia’s ears prick up at our conversation and she changes direction to come and join us. Her eyes narrow “what are you two whispering about?” We exchange looks, I had wanted to keep her out of this, let her enjoy Rowan and