~Carmen~Something wet suddenly touches my ear and my soul nearly leaves my body in fright. "You have no idea how bad I want to taste you," Dargo growls. "If I didn’t think I’d have to fight off my fucking ass baby brother who is raving mad for you too, I’d have you right here, right now." Shoving away from the bar, he roughly grabs my hand and begins to drag me toward the dance floor. Tripping after him, struggling to keep up, my head spins, and I get the crazy idea that he’s going to force me to dance with him. The thought is only reinforced when he comes to a sudden stop at the center of the dance floor.Then he slowly turns and says, "It took you long enough." Twisting around to see who he’s talking to, I watch Oscar stalk up to us. His hand is gripping Marielle's arm and dragging her like Dargo was dragging me. "The damn driver parked the car in the garage," Oscar says irritably when he reaches us. Dargo snorts as if that’s not a
~Carmen~Once Dargo tugs me past the front door, my entire being gets swallowed by darkness. There’s no light in the first space we walked into, not even a single trace to provide any relief. It is almost as if light doesn't exist in this part of the world. My eyes struggle to adjust, my brain expecting to see the faint outlines of what’s around me at any second as expected, but everything around me remains pitch black. It feels like I’ve suddenly been dropped into an abyss. It's so frightening.I can feel my feet moving across a floor and Dargo's cool hand gripping mine tightly. But as he leads me, my head spins. The loss of my sight has thrown off the rest of my senses. I can’t tell if we’re going forward, to the side, or backward. Struggling to get some sort of bearing, I miss a step and start to trip. Immediately tightening his grip until it is painful, Dargo pulls me into him. "Stay close, special one," he practically coos into my ear.
~Zegulf~It took barely an hour to arrive at Biltamore City. The club we pull up in front of is quite beautiful and impressive. There are no neon lights or advert boards, but the building itself is top-class. I don't need to be told what this place truly is. The absence of bright shiny lights only explains that it's a complete vampire's den. Staring at it pisses me off so bad i want to murder Dargo Warsunng and his brother Oscar. i might just do it too, the WVW council approval be damned. Looking at the long line of humans waiting to be granted admittance into the club, I fight the urge to growl. How can a city that’s practically being run over by the so-called 'Sect' allow humans to be used like this by unhinged Vamps? These illogical Warsunng sons are operating as if they have a fucking truce with the Sect. How can Vampires be out so freely in human society without hiding their existence from those who would have hunted us down centuries ago? Looking at Brody and Xavier, I s
~Zegulf~Our plane lands at the airport in Crest-Elming, pushing fresh waves of euphoria through my body. I’ve never felt this type of miserable bliss before.It's a longing that reaches through every vein and artery of my being.My cock... Oh gods, my cock... it throbs as if her very essence is calling me to claim her somewhere in this town. The memories of her body, the way it moves and sway as i thrust into her virginal cunt fills my head. Just because it was a fevered dream of ours doesn’t mean I didn’t feel every clenching muscle of her core. A deep shiver flows through me at the memory. "Alpha?" Brody questions. "She’s close," I reply. "Let's visit Golem and head to Biltamore city as fast as we can."Biltamore, a city that is on the verge of becoming a safe haven for humans who migrated to this part of the world years ago. A city governed by a group of humans called 'the Sect' and protected by the vampire king, Golem Warsunng. No one knows why he took it upon himself to g
~Carmen~Keeping his attention fully trained on Oscar, Dargo reaches over and grabs me, pulling me onto his lap. Much like a little kid grabbing a toy so another can’t play with it. Everything inside me wants to recoil at the contact, to puke and shrink away from the touch of his cool, hard body against my body. It's unnatural and revolting. Wrapping an arm around me, Dargo traps me tight to his chest. Resisting the urge, the need to squirm away from him, I focus hard on remaining completely still. Seemingly calm now that he has me close, Dargo lets out a long breath, as if he even needs the oxygen. Oscar shakes his head hard like he’s trying to mentally dislodge something. "I don’t know what the fuck came over me and why I behaved the way I just did." "I do," Dargo says calmly, "It's her."Oscar rolls his eyes and his voice drips with sarcasm. "Yeah, well no shit. Of course, it's her. She must be fucking marked. The Sect fucked up. I can't believe they'll let her roam about so
~Carmen~ I’m trapped between two vampires who are seated on both sides, so close that I can smell the competing scents of their different colognes and aftershaves. Compared to standard cars, the limo’s interior has more than enough room for a man to stretch his legs out while he has a drink from the minibar or watches the small flat-screen TV. The leather seats are wider than standard seats, leaving plenty of space for each passenger to relax comfortably. But to me, it's suffocatingly claustrophobic. The curved walls are closing in on me, leaving no space to breathe and pushing the vampires closer and closer, so much so that I can feel their auras scratching at my skin. "Can you calm her down?" Oscar asks, shifting uneasily in his seat. "Her heartbeat is driving me fucking crazy." "I'll try." Dargo frowns then turns to me. "Calm down, Carmen." Again, I want to resist the command. To fight it. But I’m so desperate for relief, to be free of the crushing anxiety, just so I can