Rejected and Claimed 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 251 - 챕터 260

~Zegulf~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!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.I could have been gentle in my quest to possess her as mine, I could have done a million things differently, but I could barely control my vampire. The bloody beast was raving.Sighing, I stare at the beautiful, still face of my mate. Did I make a mistake? Did I not turn her correctly?I could have let my wolf claim her, but the last time I attempted that was with Xyana, and she literally died. I couldn’t let myself try such ever again.Letting my vampire side mark her meant draining h

~Zegulf~ The human twists his head toward me, blood, sweat, and bruises all over his face, and his bellowing is quieted by the duct tape slapped over his mouth. “Hunter of hybrid vampires,” I continue as I walk around him. My hand lashes out to claw a deep gash across his tattooed chest. “How very fucking frightful.” Leaning against a wall, Declan chuckles and says, “Anyone want to take bets on how many hybrids he’s killed?” “I’ll drop an even fifty grand saying this fuck hasn’t wetted his blade on any yet,” Clifton says. “It’s a losing bet,” I say and look down as I rest my bare foot between the hunter’s legs, right on the edge of his seat. “I bet he’s still a virgin, in more than one way. Wonder what it will feel like if I drain his virgin blood.” Bro

~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 a

~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

~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