Fratelli: The Awakening (The Vampire Cartel #1)

12. You’re Mine

Chapter 12

You’re Mine

H ouse of Draca - New Orleans, LA

April 14, 2018

(8 Days Before Death)

At the height of his internal implosion, she gave a strangled scream. Her nails dug deep into his skin, holding tightly because she shattered.

The moment he tasted her life, his fangs sank deeper, and his body pushed his lower half lower, then lower. Lucio’s eyes rolled in his head beneath his fluttering and closing lids. Too much of an orgasmic rush hit him at once. The very essence of her origin flowed through her blood. Her body arched beneath him off the mattress, and his hips drew back and then forth as he unleashed a rapid fuck. She dragged her nails down his back, and he drank from her until dizzy. He tried to break free, not to overfeed the Draca, or take too much in one feeding, but he could not let go. Not for life or death could he ever let her go.

She will not survive if you don’t release her… warned his inner child—the boy from the swamp who yearned to be free from subjugating the undeserving. Who feared his brother Domencio’s growing greed for power and his father’s curse. The boy only whispered to him when the darkness posed a threat to consume what remained of his soul.

Scalding spurts of cum jetted inside her, and he continued rocking his cock upward. His hard hands gripped her hips and drove her down and up to match his thrusts, his fingers dug into her tender flesh. Her body was slick with sweat and heat; he drank and drank and drank.His mind swam in sensations—fear, trust, belonging, faith, grief, lust, lust for blood. He was on overload; the pressure and pleasure all combined into one. She met every thrust, clung to him, offered herself, and fed him willingly. And just as his Draca clawed its way free to savage her, she reached between their moving pelvises and squeezed his balls, shocking him back into his senses. He lifted his fangs out of her throat. Licked his lips with his bloody tongue and caged the beast within him, never breaking rhythm.

Beneath him was beauty and womanhood. The kind of woman only a Master Vampire could consider for a mate. Pleasure in its purest form. She tasted of freedom, strength, and the potency of power untainted by the world of serpents. He was the first to drink from her, the first to fuck her soul deep. He wanted to be the first for everything.

The vampire tried to reign in his bloodlust and enjoy all the pleasures of her human body, but the taste of her and all the secrets of her existence made him desperate for more. He dropped on her, drunken and in love. Her body shook, and she cried out in the most beautiful of voices when she came.Wait, was it Dolly? If so, why wasn’t she afraid? Or was Darlene tricking him? What was happening?

Not enough… drink more… his Draca whispered in one ear. She is an innocent… no matter her lineage… set her free before you cannot… whispered his inner child in the other.

Don Lucio’s hands went flat, above their heads, to the headboard. Her inner muscles quivered around his invading shaft. He didn’t relent. His hips and pelvis thrust forward, and his not-so-normal cock penetrated her at will. He drank from her again. Had he taken too much? Was she suffering? Typically, he would not have gone in for a second dip unless it was for the kill. Most women would need a month to recover from how much he had drunk. Others could not survive—not even the beauties he had loved and lost, hanging in portraits on the walls of Scarlet Hall, from her bloodline.

He pulled back and nearly shouted out his never-ending orgasm. “ Je t’aimerai jusqu’à ce que je meure ,” he rasped in French. “Fuck. So beautiful. Fuck…”

Through his lovemaking, he summoned enough self-control and looked down at her. Her head turned, and she looked up into his eyes. There was no fear. In fact, she smiled instead of weeping; she sighed instead of screaming. Her look was not one of horror at his nature but filled with adoration and love.

Lucio brushed his lips over her smile, and she seized the moment to kiss him. And their tongues dueled in slow-never-ending-motion. A dance of wills, of complicity. His mission was now abandoned. After decades of falling in and out of love with the daughters of Julia Brown, he’d never wanted any of them in the way he needed her. He would eventually sacrifice each of them to his father for a cure. Not her. She was something inexplicable and tasted like something new and untouched.

Once again, his mouth gradually moved to her neck; she caught his face and brought his lips back to hers. Her manner was surprisingly gentle. Slow, drugging kisses ensued from the velvet warmth of her tongue and mouth. He has to break away. For a moment, a moment, he thought he felt his heartbeat. Confused, he forced the wish for mortality out of his thoughts. His lips roved her slender neck to the pulsating hollow point of the throat he hadn’t savaged,then traveled up beneath her chin and over to her mouth. Addicted now, he wanted another kiss. Despite his erratic behavior, she did not shy away. She didn’t run from the room in horror after the first bite. Her deep kiss dispelled the last of his disbelief. Rolling with her on the bed, continuing to fuck her with her legs pinned at every angle, he positioned her vertically across the bed for the last of it. It should have been the last of it. He would reflect on that moment many times in the future.

Exactly when had she enslaved him? He should have known not to overreach his power again that there was a new emotion awakening him that would make him weak for the killing. Yet, her beauty, sexual heat, and wonderful essence caused his control to snap and his Draca was released. His fangs dropped and sank into her throat. This time, it was like a bolt of lightning went through him. The Don drank in not just her blood but the light. When he tried to pull back from the heat flaming his mouth and throat down into his core, he could not. Her legs held him captive, her arms tightly embraced him, and he was compelled to give in to the predator within, desperately clawing to escape. His body convulsed, and a thousand screams of those who had suffered his wrath erupted in his skull, threatening to explode.

Something had gone terribly wrong.