Chapter 138

“You must eat a bit more, meli (honey). You need to build your strength, your ripening is very close. I need your body strong to accept my seed.”

Ciara swallowed at the thought. It could just as well be cardboard, she had lost all taste just at the mere mention of what she was there for. Just a breeding machine for Xander Andreadis.

“Tsk, tsk tsk...your thoughts are poison. Do you know that?” His eyes had taken on a steely glare.

“You words make me feel cheap and good for one thing only. I don’t appreciate it.” Her snap caught him by surprise.

A soft laugh tripped over his lips and she wasn’t shocked when she saw a glimpse of fangs peeking from his mouth. His fangs lengthened whenever he was aroused or challenged by her. At the moment he was both.

His dark head moved closer to her, his glimmering eyes intent on her breasts.

“Have no one told you? You were born to please a man. From your glorious hair, down you curvaceous body to you perfect little toes you were placed on this earth to give a man pleasure. I am that man Agapeemenee.”

His tongue dipped into the valley between her breasts. Ciara’s head shot up, no one seemed to notice. Greece was a totally different world. Men were expected to show affection in public and they did so, without thought or constrained.

“You are right, Meli. No one will frown upon a man showering his lover with affection in public. We are a passionate nation. We are taught from an early age that a man should always pleasure his lover, keeping her satisfied and a woman should be just as giving. Although you aren’t Greek I can sense passion within you. I wonder what it will be like to unleash that passion. Will is simmer...will it burn, turning my veins to ashes?”

Ciara’s head was spinning. She wasn’t sure if it was the few glasses of wine or his seductive teasing.

Her head sagged against his cheek and he sighed smugly.

“Do you want to go home now?”

“Yes please.”

She clung to him as they made their way out of the restaurant, letting his strength guide her towards the car.

She was sound asleep when the car died in front of his chateau a while later. Sitting in the darkness watching her chest rising and falling steadily he couldn’t help but feel the warmth spread in his chest.

Slipping from the car he walked towards her side, lifting her gently in his arms, he made his way inside. Her arms twined around him, her face buried deep in his neck, her breath tickling his skin.

Xander settled her onto the huge bed. A tiny sound slipped from her lips and she shifted on the bed, her beautiful body splayed enticingly on the silken sheets.

Her scent wafted from her beckoning him to move even closer. His hands settled on the elegant slope of her shoulders, hooking his fingers on the flimsy material he slipped it from her. His mouth searched for the valley between her breasts and as it found its mark, his tongue darted into the warmth there, tasting.

Ciara arched into his touch, her hands grabbed the curly hair in his neck, keeping his face cradled close to her bosom.

Xander’s hands roamed to her restless hips, his fingertips scraped over the zip of her pants. The sound of her zipper mingled with his harsh breathing. His hands tugged sharply and her pants slipped free, landing with a dull thud on the ground.

His hands were burning her skin just above her panty line. Her skin was on fire, the heat inside her swirled in her tummy, oozing towards her core like molten lava.

Ciara heard a growl above her. Her camisole tightened for a slight second, a rip sizzled in the room. Xander’s fangs were buried in the delicate material. He jerked his head aside and the material gave way, exposing her jutting breasts to the sultry night air.

“You are meant to be worshipped. Ise omorfi ( you are beautiful).God you are so perfect.” His tongue darted from his mouth, lapping at the tight nubs puckering so sweetly.

Ciara fought for coherency but waves of delirium kept pulling her under, throwing her into a world of lust, heat and...hunger.

“I’m hungry.... I want blood...” Her unexpected confession snapped his body into a tight coil. It was his deepest desire, feeding her from his vein and now she was begging for it.

His hands spanned her hips, pressing her deeper into the mattress he swallowed as saliva drenched his mouth, his manhood tightened painfully.

“Agapeemenee drink from my vein, take as much as you need.” He brushed his nail along the vein in his neck, feeling the skin peel aside, he lowered towards her pink, pouty mouth.

Her mouth latched onto his neck, he felt her mouth surging strongly against his vein, drawing the blood from him.

“Oh God...Ciara...” His hand clutched the back of her head, keeping her captive against his skin.

His eyes were drawn to the loud swoosh of her vein. Xander dipped closer, making sure he kept her close to his neck, he licked once and sliced through her vein.

Her breathy whimper unleashed the hunger in him and he pressed harder into her neck. Xander was so lost in her taste and warmth he hadn’t realised she wasn’t taking his blood anymore.

When his blood was staining the sheets it reached his nostrils and he pulled back.

“Have you had enough?”

Her hands weren’t as gentle on him anymore.

“Ciara?”

“Your blood...its taste funny Jon.”

His roar resounded in the room.

His hands gripped her shoulders and he shook her.

“Look at me! Do I look like him? Now you are telling me my blood isn’t good enough for you?!”

Ciara blinked...once...twice...she cringed back staring in horror at his bleeding neck.

“No...oh God please no.”

“YES Ciara. You drank my blood. You will only taste mine from now on, get use to it.”

She watched him, big eyed and silent.

“You drugged me, again.” Her accusation didn’t bother him in the least.

“You give me no choice. Its the only time when I get to see the real you, the real, passionate woman inside. You’ve tasted my blood, the bond is getting weaker. You will be mine soon, accept it.”

His erection bit into her hip, his hands fondled her breasts, his voice stampeded his harsh words into her brain while she was laying deathly still, not thinking, swallowing at the tears.

“AAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” He leaped from the bed in white, hot anger. “I’ve been so fucking patient with you. I’ve treated you like a lady, given you as much space as you needed to get use to you life here. All I ask from you is your devotion and trust. Yet you call his name, his name is etched in your mind. Well if I am not good enough for you, I will make you see otherwise. You WILL accept me. You will not only accept me you will beg for my blood, my love...my lovemaking. You will not leave this room until you do.” He swooped from the room, leaving her in a swirl of cold air.

Ciara huddled to her side crawling into a fetus position. Her tears soaked her pillow, her hair. The taste of Xander’s blood hit the pit of her stomach and she heaved from the bed making it just in time to the bathroom before she lost all the contents in her stomach.