~Carmen~Bracing his hand beside my shoulder, Zegulf thrusts forward, plunging back in.“Let me enlighten you, my love,” he grunts as he pumps his cock in and out of me. “You’ve driven me completely insane with the need to be near you, claim you, and protect you.”Eyes capturing my eyes, he holds my gaze. Not even letting me blink as he drives himself into my body.“Just the thought of you gives me a raging hard-on,” he snarls, his hips picking up speed.My blood begins to simmer again, slowly working up to a boil of need.“And I think of you all the time.” Showing the tips of his fangs, he slams inside me so deep I feel his balls touching my ass. “I can’t go a minute without thinking about you.”Shoving my knee up until it’s actually touching my breast, more of
~Carmen~“Tell me you want my cock inside your pussy.” The words echo from far away, warbling as if they’re being transmitted through a staticky radio.“Want your cock inside my pussy,” I hear myself say, but there’s no emotion in my voice.It’s almost like someone is mimicking me, and it bothers me. Who is pretending to be me? The darkness I've been peacefully hiding in, begins to thin.“Tell me you need me, Carmen,” a man demands between grunts.“Need you,” my imposter says automatically, their tone so robotic and unemotional.The man growls in displeasure. “Tell me you love me.”“Love you.”“Not good enough,” the man snaps. “Tell me you love me and fuckingmean it.”The three
~Zegulf~Three days of intense feeding and fucking pass. My mate is animalistic in her needs.Her brain is chasing for basic needs, which in this case are: food, shelter, and mating.The room we’re in tackles the need for shelter, there is a continuous food supply, and I’m her mate.It’s now another waiting game for it all to end. Exactly when isn’t specific. With Carmen, I don’t think we can work with specified and outlined deadlines.What we are certain about, though, is that she was constantly being used as a blood source by the Sect. There’s no doubt that whatever they were doing to her wasn’t a one-time deal.Those bastard ritualistic creatures hiding under the guise of humanitarians and ‘helpers of the helpless' bullshit.Just looking at Kennedy, his hunter bag, and the things we’ve discovered along the way shows that they’re methodical. Even if some of the things they use seem old and outdated.Sage, Lavender oil, bodily markings of holy symbols, and tiny cross pendants around
~Zegulf~Xavier pulls the cooler open and pushes a bag of blood to her, dropping the rest at my feet. She grabs onto the blood with her inhuman speed, her mouth stretched wide with the need to drink.Her fingers dig into the bag, hurriedly. She has no grace right now; she’s acting on impulse, and it shows. A spray of blood arcs away from the blood bag when she snaps down on it and shakes her head.The blood is quickly drained, and I watch her slump the empty bag to the floor. Brody rushes forward, grabs another blood bag, and gives it to her.I feel her hunger through the bond we share. When the fourth bag drops to the floor with a thump, she looks around herself, her eyes wild with lunacy.Carmen isn’t inside there right now. My love isn’t there; it’s only her vampire. I can feel Carmen buried deep, asleep, not ready to face the world just yet.Tsking to Carmen, Brody tries to clean her face, but she bats him away, sending him flying toward Xavier.Twisting around, she searches for s
~Zegulf~My voice comes out in a deep rumble from my chest. “Brody, if you want to play games, I’ll strip you naked and drop you in the middle ofThe Atlantic.”Raising his hands in a shield, Brody says, “I’m not, but your reaction is what I wanted to see.”“What?” I ask.“Let me ask some questions. I want to see if my thoughts are right before I answer anything.”Sighing, I nod my head. Nothing in this fucking city has been fucking simple yet. Why should this be any different?“How much blood did you give her?” Brody asks.Leaning back on the table, I think back on the turning.How it felt when I was drinking from her, and how it felt when she drank from me. How even when she fought me, a large portion of my blood went into her. How when she drank deep from me, it felt as if she were draining my cock as much as my body.“What the fuck?” Declan sounds like he’s gagging. “Can’t you keep your dick soft when you’re thinking of your Luna?”Smirking, I look down at the semi-hard cock in my
~Zegulf~I watch as the blood flows into the tubing, then into a small vial. Brody isn’t taking much, just enough to look under the microscope that Adrian brought in. When he leaves the room, I slump back down. Even though most of the people here are werewolves, a reasonable chunk of us are knowledgeable about Vampires, and none of us have ever heard of a turning taking more than half a day.Today is the second day of Carmen’s turning.Twenty-nine hours later, and my brain is fucking melting from the inside out.Clifton comes into the room and shakes me from my stupor. “Alpha.”“What?” I rasp.He looks to Carmen, then back to me. “We need to talk.” He says quietly.Outside, I found another one of my men now guarding the entrance to my room. I follow Clifton as he leads me to a little room I never noticed before, where maps have been laid out on the table.Looking at the maps, I ask, “What’s going on?”“We’ve been doing a shit ton of snooping around,” Declan says as he looks up from