“So, I’m your beloved?” I asked, grinning at the man in front of me. His features were back to his usual relaxed self, although his red eyes looked ready to burn into my soul. “Do I get a say in the matter?” I teased him, placing my arms around his neck, and enjoyed holding him close to me again.
“Erm,” he shrugged, suddenly looking rather guilty. “Please?”
He flashed me one of his school-boy grins and – by some weird miracle – he blushed!
My jaw literally fell open.
“I don’t get you, Landon Stone,” I laughed and shook my head. “You just ripped a man to pieces – total hardcore berserker style – but you can smile and blush like a 13-year-old freckled choir-boy!” I looked up at him. “How do you do it?”
He’d open his mouth to reply, but Viking-dude beat him to it.
“That literally only happens when you’re around,” he said, winking at Landon (who huffed in annoyance) before turning to me with an extended hand. “Peter O’Brian, his right-hand man.”
“I’m…” I started, politely taking his hand in mine, but he cut me off.
“Oh, trust me,” he said with a wide grin – that kind of grin, where he knew something I didn’t! “We ALL know who you are.”
And--- that confirmed it!
“Peter…!” Landon groaned, hiding his face by leaning it against my forehead. The vampires close by laughed silently, while even I felt myself heat up by the fact, that an entire vampire Clan knew who I was, simply because I was Landon’s Beloved.
His Gifted Beloved.
I didn’t know the significance of that yet, but somehow it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that I got to spend the rest of my life – or in this case, eternity – with the man, who was meant to be mine.
So, I wouldn’t go to hell, if I teased him a bit, right?
“Oh?” I mused, eyeing the hot hunk in front of me--- while also trying to save some face… We were after all supposed to be the Master and Mistress of this clan now and blushing like teenagers didn’t really give off that superiority-vibe bad-ass leaders were supposed to have.
“Isn’t he cute when he blushes like that,” Peter grinned evilly as an annoying little brother would. Landon growled and only at the last minute, Peter managed to avoid being bitch slapped by Landon.
“Anyway,” he continued and respectfully stepped back. “I’ll wrap things up down here. Anna will clear your schedule for the rest of today and tomorrow and… Oh, you might want to call your father.”
“Why?” Landon frowned.
“You just took over as Master of Sin City,” Peter said in a duh-like tone. “Werewolves don’t usually take kindly to people taking their territory.”
“Shit,” Landon groaned and scratched the back of his neck. “That didn’t even cross my mind.”
“What?” I asked, looking between the men. “Is that bad? Isn’t the alpha your father? Can’t you smooth it over with him?”
“I’ll figure something out,” Landon smiled down at me as if trying to reassure me. “Don’t worry. I’m more than capable to take care of my Dad.”
He smiled in a way that reassured me, that he was telling the truth. I nodded, showing him that I trusted him. I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around his waist, enjoying the feel and scent of him all around me.
“Come on,” he suddenly whispered close to my ear. Within a second, I was wished off the ground and with long strides, Landon carried me to the elevator and with a push of a button, we were moving.
“Finally having that talk?” I asked, amazed that the man didn’t put me down. Instead, he leaned against the wall, careful not to crush my legs. A wide grin spread across his lips.
“Nope,” he replied suddenly sounding smug and self-confident.
“Time to talk has passed,” he said huskily, leaning in and taking my lower lip between his teeth and tugged on it, forcing me to come closer. I didn’t need much convincing. I leaned in and kissed him, tasting him as his tongue dominated mine. His possessiveness sent shivers of pleasure down my spine and a pool of want appeared at my core.
Landon groaned into the kiss, suddenly pressing me down--- and straight onto his rock-hard erection. I gasped, as the sensation satisfied a need inside me, while also stirring and kindling a new sensation inside me; a craving to be filled with him…
“Landon,” I whimpered, unable to hold back.
“Soon, love,” he replied in a low rumble, as he trailed kisses down my jaw and neck. He licked my skin at the junction of my neck and shoulder, making an embarrassing erotic moan escape my lips.
And suddenly I thanked the gods that this was a private elevator…
As on cue, the doors pinged and the next thing I knew, I was being thrown on Landon’s bed. I gasped, as the connection between our body suddenly disappeared, but grinned when I noticed my mate’s still half-naked body hovering over me. His eyes were black with red irises again, but this time there was only lust and passion in them.
Without thinking, I reached out my hand, trailing it over his toned and firm body. It felt warm and soft, yet hard and fit. His gaze followed my movements and a low purr vibrated in his throat, as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
“We’re going to claim you, Lexi,” he said, his voice low and otherworldly. And for some reason, I found it incredibly sexy. It rumbled, making his chest vibrate under my fingertips, up to my arms, and straight to my breasts. Instantly, my nipples hardened, and my body yearned for him. To have his mouth on me and to---
“But first I need to shower,” he continued, snapping me out of my lust. “I don’t want to smell of blood when I take you for the first time.”
I blinked, taking a second look at him. In my passion-filled state, I hadn’t even realized that there was still blood on parts of his body and clothes. And since he’d carried me here, some of it had transferred to on me.
Which gave me an idea…
“Let’s shower together,” I suggested--- and instantly his eyes lit up. He nodded curtly, taking my hand and pulling me off the bed and into the bathroom. I reached down and was just about to pull my shirt off when Landon stopped me.
“Let me,” he whispered, helping me tug it off. I felt nervous, happy, and--- and suddenly my insecurity level went to a million. He was going to see me naked – all of me! It excited me and made me a nervous wreck at the same time. I wanted to pull my arms up and cover myself but forced myself not to. I also contemplated closing my eyes, but at the last second changed my mind. I wanted to see his reaction. To see, what he was thinking when he saw me…
His eyes went completely black, as he took in my naked form and I had to muffle a grin when his Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down.
“You are…,” he murmured his voice back to being duplicated since all his beasts were present. But he didn’t finish that sentence. Instead, he let out a low, appreciative growl and a wide grin spread all across his face.
Now that’s one way to make a girl feel special!
I couldn’t help but laugh. My nerves and excitement boiled over along with my passion and need to have him.
Which suddenly gave me the courage to tease him a bit.
He froze, as my hands traveled down my body and disappeared behind my jeans. I fumbled a second or two with the button, before zipping them down and tugging them off. Standing in nothing but my underwear in front of him.
His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, as he took in all of me. His breathing quickened and the bulge in his pants jerked in tuned to the pulse awakening between my thighs. My folds were slick with wetness and my vaginal walls screamed for something to grasp.
I wanted him…
“Aren’t you a bit overdressed?” I asked cockily, feeling an overwhelming sense of power, having such a tall, dark, and dangerous man completely at my mercy.
Landon didn’t need to be told twice. Before I could blink, he’d removed his pants and boxers, standing in all his naked glory in front of me. I’d already seen him naked once, but this time it was different. This time, I took in--- no, I DRANK in his appearance!
His fitted tall form. His toned arms and legs. His sizzled chest and perfect abs, that drew my eyes to the V of his lower body and to a very hard, very big shaft! His erected cock rested against his lower abdomen and with one hand, Landon carefully stroked himself; his gaze never leaving mine.
My breath hitched at the sight, never knowing that watching a man touch himself, could turn me on this much. I wanted it to be my hands on him, me that touched him, and me that drove him to release.
As if sensing my possessive thoughts, Landon stopped and smiled at me. He reached his hand into the shower and turned the water on.
“I want to taste you,” he murmured and before I could even process what he’d said, he’d already lifted me off the ground and sat me on the bathroom counter. I gasped in shock, as he spread my legs open. The cool marble counter sent a chill up my spine, erecting my nipples all over again, while a hot blush spread across my cheeks, when I noticed the appreciative and hungry look in Landon’s eyes, as he took in everything that was in front of him.
“I hope you’re not attached to this,” he murmured. I had no idea what he was talking about--- until he ripped off my panties. I unsuccessfully suppressed a squeal, when cold air suddenly brushed against my wet, slick pussy. Only to moan in pleasure, feeling Landon’s hot breath fan across the sensitive skin. His wet tongue gently parted my folds, taking a long, deep lick from my opening all the way to my clit. Making me shiver like a leaf under him.
“Oh gods,” I moaned, sliding my fingers into his already tousled hair, gripping onto him like a lifeline. My body felt like it was on fire and although I’d played with myself more often than not, I’d never made myself feel like this…
“Tell me how you like it,” he growled, his tone sending vibrations against my already sensitive and responsive skin. He carefully and yet very skillfully worked his way around my pussy. In between moans and sighs, I managed to guide him around, teaching him how to pleasure me.
And darn, he was an excellent student!
I threw my head back, feeling my independent climax charging at me like a derailing train. But still, I needed more.
“Landon,” I gasped, feeling my breath coming out in short, ragged pants. “I---need--- YOU!”
And just like that, I was off the counter and in Landon’s arms. Hot water pooled around us as he pushed me up against the shower wall. Instantly my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and feeling his hot, wet erection poke just above my entrance.
“Lexi Smith,” he said in a low, husky voice. “Can I have the honor of claiming you as My Beloved?”
He kissed my jaw, sending a shudder of pleasure down my spine, igniting the fire in my core that begged to be satisfied.
“As my Mate.”
His lips trained further down my neck, leaving sizzling electricity in their path.
“As the love of my life?”
I moaned when he reached that one spot; the sweet junction of my neck and shoulder. Gently his teeth reeked over the skin, taking it gently between his fangs and sucked it, almost making me come on the spot.
The possessiveness in his voice made my body shiver and my core tighten.
“Yes,” I panted, my voice almost whining with need. “Yes, Landon. I’m yours!”
He grinned against my skin and aligned himself with my entrance. I cried out in relief when I felt him press against the need that begged to be filled. I almost screamed that he didn’t move faster.
I needed him.
I threw my head back and moaned, feeling him slide in further. He continued to suck and lick on the spot from before, making me completely forget the pain that accompanied the intrusion. But he didn’t stop; not until he was seethed balls deep inside me.
“I’m in,” he whispered, kissing my jaw and nibbled on my ear. “Are you ok?”
I nodded, the sounds I made were more like mewling instead of actual words. My body shivered around his shaft, pushing against the foreign object, yet welcomed it with an intense need of---
“I need you to move,” I panted, once the pain subsided. He did as I told him, gently pulling out, before pushing back in. I gasped, as he now stimulated another pleasure center, making me crazy with need. He groaned, finding a rhythm, and continued to drive in and out of me. Sending my pleasure soaring to new heights, making me wonder if you could die from pleasure…
“Goddess, Lexi,” he panted, his breaths coming out short and ragged. “I can’t hold on for much longer!”
His teeth grazed my skin again, biting down gently and tugged. The pain shot through my body and collided with the pleasure building in my core, creating the most delicious feeling of pure euphoria and ecstasy. I threw my head back and screamed, as my orgasm slammed into me with such force, it made my entire body tremble.
In that instant, Landon bit down on my shoulder, drawing blood and claiming me as his.
And one orgasm became two…
I cried out, as the unexpected second bolt of pleasure slammed into me. I was falling into an abyss of nothing but joy, pleasure, and Landon…
Lots and lots of Landon…
He stiffened beneath me, groaning into my skin as he drank my essence. I could feel his cock pulse and jerk inside me, as he came deep inside me. My heart hammered in my chest and my lungs felt like I’d just ran a marathon.
But goddess, was I sated.
My body hummed in delight and contentment. I felt bliss course through my body and – although my vision went momentarily black – my head was spinning in the most magnificent way.
Finally, Landon let go of my shoulder and licked the wound close.
“Mine!” Landon grumbled, claiming my lips once again, letting me taste the small remains of blood.
And all I could do was nod.
I couldn’t help the skip in my step as I went to my office two days later. Yeah, ok… so we forgot the condom the first time--- and the second and possibly also the third time we went at it, but at that time, we stopped caring. At Lexi’s own calculation she wasn’t ovulating and even if she got pregnant, it wasn’t the end of the world. Hell, my wolf wanted nothing more than for her to be barefoot and pregnant – A LOT! Anything to prove she was his and his alone!
Already now, she was showing signs of changing. Her eyes changed color when she was frustrated, happy, or – my personal favorite: horny! And she was getting stronger and faster than any normal human.
Ever since hearing Peter’s story about the original Gifted Soul, I suspected that humans – who turned out to be a vampire’s Beloved – would be able to turn into a vampire. It was of course possible to turn humans into vampires, but most of the time, the result was deadly, making it a modern-day rarity, since--- you know, dead bodies were hard to get rid of. And the process was said to be excruciatingly painful.
With a Beloved, however – it wasn’t.
Turned out that claiming a Beloved and turning a human wasn’t even remotely the same. With a turning, a vampire would give a human his lifeforce--- and then you were left to fend for yourself.
By claiming Lexi, I tied her soul to mine.
And I didn’t want it any other way.
“Well,” a gruff voice said, the second I entered my office, making me jump slightly. “I guess I don’t have to worry about the future of Sin City anymore, do I?”
I spun around--- realizing I sort of forgot about this part!
“Dad!” I exclaimed, somehow feeling like that kid again, caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Dad was sitting at my desk, still looking every bit the alpha he’d been when we were kids. His red hair was disheveled from constantly being run through, his eyebrows furrowed in a serious, almost constant frown and his lips stretched in a tight line.
Yep! I was about to be schooled!
“I’m…,” I started out, hoping I could explain this to him but was cut off--- not by yelling or roaring. Just by the ice in his tone and the deadly precision he delivered it with.
“You took a piece of MY territory and became the Master of Sin City,” he said deadly clam, as his cold gaze found mine. “Behind. MY. BACK?!”
For a split second, I wanted to apologize. With everything that had happened, I never wanted to force my Dad’s hand; especially with everything that happened back when he took over the place more than 20 years ago. All the counsel’s and elders of all the supernatural species wanted a piece of him, but he and Mom managed to hold it together and run a hybrid werewolf-vampire-pack-clan.
But I was here now. This was MY clan and MY home. I didn’t regret what I’d done and I didn’t want to take it back.
I was the Master of Sin City now.
And I’d better start acting like it…
“Yes,” I replied shortly, crossing my arms over my chest. And I sort of had to bite the inside of my cheeks, not to grin at the shocked expression on Dad’s face.
“Yes?” he repeated back to me, almost as if he’d not heard me correctly. “Is that all you have to say for yourself?”
“There’s really nothing more to say, is there?” I asked rhetorically.
“You broke the law!” he exclaimed, getting out of the chair and rounded the table. He looked ready to fight.
“I did it to keep them safe and I will not apologize for that,” I snarled, feeling my blood rise and my wolf wanting to get this alpha off HIS territory. “If you want to fight me on this, so be it, but I will not let anyone harm MY clan!”
Dad looked at me, his expression was unreadable. For a long second, he just stood there, letting his wolf challenge mine. But I didn’t budge nor did I let him antagonize me.
Now at least I knew what he was going.
He was testing me!
And by the smile that curved his lips, I’d say I passed…
“You did break the law and the law demand punishment,” he shrugged, standing down and casually leaned against my desk. “But I will not fight you.”
I nodded. He knew I was a hybrid and therefore stronger than most living beings. But being a vampire leader was more than just about being strong – unlike with werewolves. Vampires were cunning, devious, and in many cases very patient with their scams, seeing they lived for a very, very long time.
If I was to be the Master, I needed all of those skills myself and chose my battles carefully – as well as make myself strong alliances.
Say like--- the Black Lunar Pack…!
He took a deep breath and continued:
“This is your home, Landon, and I wouldn’t be your father if I didn’t notice this a long time ago.” He picked something out of his pocket and handed it to me. Surprised, I walked over and took it from him. “Your mother and I agreed that you should take over Sin City and I’ve long since taken care of the paperwork.” He smiled. “It was always yours; we just waited for you to take the first step.”
I blinked, looking at the single piece of paper, that resolved all my issues. And I had to grin when I realized, that it had already been finalized on my 21st birthday – the day I became legal in the vampire world.
“Dad,” I murdered, feeling the emotions tug at my throat. I looked up--- and I would be lying if some moisture didn’t fog up my vision; just a little…
Dad just smiled and pulled me in for a hug. I hugged him back, not really embarrassed about the tears in my eyes. That was just the way I was. I could rip a man apart without blinking. I blushed easily and I stuttered when I was nervous. And I apparently also cried when given the best gift a son could ever want.
His parent’s acceptance.
“Thanks, Dad,” I muttered, before taking a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you…”
We sat down and I told him everything I’d learned about Lucian, Aurora, and Riis.
“I’m not trying to find excuses for him,” I added quickly, once I was finished. “But I do get where he came from now. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost Lexi.”
Dad had listened to everything I’d said so far, without interrupting more than an occasional question or two. Now he listened some more and nodded, mostly to himself.
“Landon,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck--- like he always did when he was thinking. “I’m not disappointed in you for trying to find out about your biological father. Your mother and I talked about it a lot and we knew one day would come where you would want to see where you came from.” He sighed heavily. “I just….”
“Dad,” I cut him off, leaning forward. Another proof that Dad wasn’t my biological father, was the fact that he never showed his true emotions--- while mine was practically hanging on my sleaves. But even I knew my Dad well enough to know, what really was going through his mind…
“I know about my father now yes, but…” I paused, looking at Dad. “You’ll always be my Dad, my real Dad. No matter what.”
He smiled--- and I swear, he just became at least a century younger.
“And it’s an honor to have a son like you,” he said and clapped my shoulders. “I love you, Landon.”
“I love you too, Dad,” I replied--- and just to ruin the moment, my phone pinged. I frowned when I read the message and quickly replied.
“What is it?” Dad asked, not liking the look on my face.
“It’s LJ,” I replied, waiting for my phone to ping again. “He’s asking for my advice.”
“About what?” Dad said curiously, leaning back. I shrugged. Knowing LJ, he probably had some accounts to balance or some investments to share, that he couldn’t figure out. Or he needed my help to finalize some legal contract, that he didn’t want to be bothered to read…
I told Dad as much, as this wasn’t exactly unusual. LJ never managed to finish his business degree, before he suddenly had to leave Black Lunar and move to Luxberg – The King’s Capital.
But once my phone alerted me to a message, my jaw dropped, when I saw the question.
I need help seducing my maid…