Fratelli: The Awakening (The Vampire Cartel #1)

58. Lavender Love

Chapter 58

Lavender Love

T he Canyon, Arizona

April 16, 2018

(5 Days Before Death)

Lucio's desire for Dolly was insatiable, a relentless hunger that consumed him. With deliberate focus, he tapped into the deep well of power within. He lowered the barriers he'd erected to shield them both from detection. Yet, controlling that effort while he gently coaxed her into an intimate union with both him and his Draca proved impossible.

Dolly was back in his arms, her presence as intoxicating as ever. He took his time, and savored the moment as his hands rediscovered the contours of her body, each touch rekindled memories of past passion. Her curves, her skin—she was a masterpiece of beauty, more breathtaking now with her almond-brown eyes gazing up at him than he remembered from their last encounter.

Had she changed? If so, when and how?

Lucio closed his eyes. He recalled her as she had always been—stunning, irresistible. His desire surged. An overwhelming need to possess her once again seized his loins. Lowering his lips to her, he traced a path from her breasts to her navel, and then further still, in search of her vagina. Dolly’s pussy greeted his beseeching tongue with increased heat and wetness to add to the taste.

Lust surged and waned within him like a tide. He had to experience her flavor. He needed the mouthwatering essence of her so badly that he could barely keep track of his prowling Draca. Her excitement was permeating. It perfumed his nostrils now, pressed against her vulva as he licked her clitoris. Lucio felt his dragon slip through and its fangs descend. Despite his hold on the beast, it nipped the tender wall of her sex. She tensed, only slightly, but purred through his tongue fucking, and he licked the small amount of blood, his mouth covering her sex. It took for her to have a mini climax before he pulled back. He straightened up. A thread hung his control, but he maintained the resistance to rush in on her for the payoff. He milked her pussy with his fingers. It came as a burst of exhilaration. She cried out and climaxed for him.

“Dolly?” he said, concerned about her body shudders.

“I’m okay Lucio, it’s still me,” she wheezed. She scooted away from him a bit and sat up with the aid of her elbows. He withdrew.

“Please, please Lucio, don’t stop. I want it. I do.” She extended her hand for him to come closer to her. He stared at her fingers. His cock had extended almost halfway down his thigh. He wanted her so desperately.

“It’s me,” she softly muttered.

“Promise me, swear it. If I go too far, if we need to stop, if you feel yourself disappearing?—”

“I swear Lucio. I promise. Okay?” she pleaded for more.

“We will need a safe word,” Lucio warned. “For extra precaution. One that only you and I know, so if Darlene—” he said, as he stroked his cock and stopped himself. Dolly couldn’t take her eyes off the movement. How massive and intimidating it appeared and tasted when she tried to swallow him down her throat.

“Mmmkay, safe word, right, ah, something for me and you.” She had to think hard about a word that meant nothing to Darlene but everything to her. A word that separated their worlds. Then it came to her! “Glasses.”

Lucio smiled. “Glasses?”

“Yes, glasses,” she nodded.

He moved toward her. His Draca retreated with a low mewl as her fear and submission interchanged with her shared sweet thoughts of him and her when they first met. Each memory entered his mind, satisfying the need for the conquest. She learned how to communicate, not just with him, but how best to tame his dragon. The Draca became soothed after tasting the first tiny bite of her vagina. Something was different in her blood.

“Look at me,” he said as he stretched out over her, easing her thighs apart. Dolly stared into his eyes. He could feel the tension in her melt as he flexed his power to soothe her fears so she could enjoy herself. In return, he could feel his Draca tame as her power extended and calmed them both. It was an odd sensation shared, and the very first. From that moment to the next, he knew this was all Dolly, and she was finally his.

When he reached further into her mind, he discovered the most prevailing worry of hers was Darlene could take her over, and it was the only thing that remained between them and their shared bliss.

“Let go of your fear. Allow me to have you. Only you. There is no Darlene between us,” he reassured her.

“Okay. I think I only have one request,” Dolly touched his face.

He was so hungry for her; he felt as if he hadn’t eaten in a thousand years. His mouth watered, and his erection and balls became painfully stiff. “Say it, anything, just let me have you,” he wheezed.

“I will lower my power, but I want you to lower yours, too. Don’t shield me from the pain. How will I know or understand the pleasure?” she asked.

Lucio frowned. “What?”

“Let the Draca free,” she said, and her almond brown eyes melted into a lovely color of lavender. Lucio almost pulled back, but she gripped his arm to push away his shock.

“What is happening to you?” Lucio asked.

“I don’t know Lucio. We will not figure it out in time to stop what is happening to us. I just know that I feel you so deeply. I want your Draca free for what comes next.”

Lucio froze. The last time his Draca was free, it shredded a man and crunched on its bones. He’d never let his Draca loose with the darkness in Darlene still in her. Ever. Her hand smoothed over his cheek and the cool heat went through him—icy hot.

“Trust me, Lucio. Let go,” she whispered.

Mesmerized by such beauty and love in her touch, he slipped further away from his power and his Draca was unchained. The invisible beast sniffed her, and Lucio's eyes became fiery red-hot.

“Safe word?” Lucio said in a voice so deep it put a silent chill through her.

“Glasses,” she replied to his relief. Her lavender irises rolled into her head as he took her over and eased inches of his cock into her—his thrusts slow and steady. He could feel everything, how it pleased him, and how his masterful moves released her. And while he fucked her, his Draca tasted the tang of the tiny pebbles of sweat along her jugular. Dolly drifted back down into the soft pillows aided by the Draca’s control, defying gravity. Ribbons of red, purple, gold velvet, and silk mixed drapes tied to the bedposts untied and from the center of the ceiling created a ripple of fabric from an invisible wind that teepees over their bed.

For Dolly, Lucio’s’ scent was a fusion of whiskey smoke, and spice intertwined with his deep inhale of her ambrosia, and both swirled up through their nostrils as they inhaled and exhaled in unison.

Lucio pushed himself up by his hands to look down at his cock, still not fully centered inside her sex. It took the plunge in and out of her. It was as if her pussy tightened the deeper, he went in, and he went deep. His face reddened. Sweat sprouted over his forehead as the pumping of his hips quickened.

Then he finally plunged into her hard. His hips pitoned and pounded his cock so fast she could not match his rhythm. And Dolly’s pussy spasms constricted his cock in wet heat, released, and teased him with the threat of an early climax if he didn’t stop soon. Lucio had lost track of his Draca, and panic raced in. She soothed him and touched his clenched jaw. Her lavender irises pooled with tears.

“He has me, Lucio. So do you. I’m safe. I’m not afraid,” she whispered in a voice so foreign and beautiful he nearly broke his stride. Lucio soon realized he had not lost the Draca. His Draca and he were one. Instead of feeding, they fucked and made love to her together.

Lucio’s mouth filled with saliva at the sight of her beauty expanding, taking her body, her sex smells, and her features, and creating the goddess illusions that took root in her. Dolly swirled and pumped her pelvis upward against his, now timing it perfectly with the manic race of his fucking. His and the Draca’s entire world became one thing— her .

Lucio surged forward faster and harder into her when intense pleasure slid down his spine. His balls seized. His fangs extended. He did not remember to constrain the Draca; she had done something to him, forced his defenses to weaken.

“Glasses!” he used the safe world. “Let me go… before it’s too late, Dolly.”

“No,” was her only reply.

“I can’t…” he panted.

“I can’t…” he wheezed.

“I can’t… protect you, I can’t…” Lucio pleaded.

“Let go, Lucio, we aren’t in control. Let go,” she said.

Dolly grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails in deep. Her power washed over him like a wave of cooling ocean suds extinguishing the eternal fire in him. She cried out his name, and he realized that at some point the Draca bit into her. It was feeding.

“Glasses!” he grunted; blood tears welled in his eyes as fear like he’d never known took hold of him. Never in his cursed existence did he let the Draca completely loose on someone he wanted to survive.

“Dolly no!” he begged telepathically.

“Let go, Lucio, please, trust me, trust in love,” she said telepathically, in sexual rapture, moving beneath him. He opened his eyes, his face buried against the side of her neck as he drank from her, and she fed him her essence.

Lucio’s passion rocked the entire tent. From the stars, you could see the vibrations. The internal fire consumed every inch of his body at first, then cooled as more of her life force poured down his throat. He received more feeding than even the Draca could not compete with. She owned him, claimed him for herself, and she cradled him through it all.

When Lucio reached the breaking point, he pulled back. His fangs receded the blood in his mouth all swallowed as he savored every drop. He made love to her until her body’s rhythmic seizures matched his own and her pleasure peeked so electrifying that a shockwave went through him from his mind to his toes. The rush of pleasure and the feeling of being hers were everywhere around him and inside of him. She touched his face.

“I do,” she said.

Exhausted, he panted, and the center of his brows dented again. He couldn’t even speak.

“I love you, Lucio. Genuine love. This is what it feels like,” she moaned.

Dolly drew him down, and his lips met hers. She swept Lucio into her power, and they transcended their physical forms. Together they went over the edge of the canyon, down to the abyss, landing with a deep plunge into the Colorado River, to swim up to the surface of the turquoise waves glowing from the moon in unison. They broke the surface of the rushing river and, in the metaphysical sense, swam against the speeding current to each other. Her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, she kissed him deeply as they gave up and gave in, then washed away downstream.

Lucio, mentally and physically drained, collapsed on top of her. He and his Draca were both spent, not from feeding but from feeling. Dolly rubbed his back and brought him back. Though his eyes were closed, he could feel her light illuminate the tent. He opened his eyes to be blinded by a flash explosion of soft blue, lavender, and yellow. With her in the tent, with him resting on her chest, between her sticky thighs, in her arms, they lay in a complete peaceful silence. It became a cool breeze to cover their simmering passion.

“Did you not enjoy it?” she asked and stroked his back. His eyes opened, and he stared at nothing in complete shock.

“Lucio, I don’t know how it happened. I just know I’m in love with you and when you really love someone, you trust them—completely,” said Dolly.

Lucio was still too stunned to speak.

“Remember Lucio, we don’t ask how,” she replied.

He lifted his head and looked at her. His sanity returned, just a measure enough for him to say a few words: “Why? Why did you do that? For me? For my Draca. Why love me after what I’ve done, what I am, what I might still do?”

“Because neither of you understands what you are capable of. I don’t understand it either. I only know that I feel safe when I stop questioning how any of this is happening. I love you Lucio, the real you. All of you,” she smiled.

“It’s never happened like that before, with us, with Darlene. The light. I saw it. The river, I felt it. Not with Darlene, not with…. Never have I felt anything like it,” Lucio said.

She smiled sadly. “I know. Me either. I’m changing Lucio. I can’t say I’m not scared. I just know why it’s happening.”

“Why is it happening now?” he asked, though he feared her answer.

“Because something is coming, something terrible, for us both.” She said, and tears spilled down her cheeks. “Death is coming, Lucio. And we can’t stop it.”

“No, no, Bella . No. I won’t let death take you from me or take me. I just found out what it feels like to be alive again. I swear it on my oath to the Draca. I will never let them take you,” Lucio said.

She gave him a sad smile and nodded, but he could see she did not believe him.

Lucio kissed her tear-stained cheeks. He held her as close to his now beating heart. She slept. Together, they drifted in peace.