Amelia My whole body may have frozen but Erik’s doesn’t he continues to work in and out while Nico stares at us enraged. I am too lost to him to form any kind of coherent response or excuse but Erik seems to cover it for me. “Join us?” One simple statement, a statement that will change everything. A slow deliberate smile takes Nico’s face as he watches us now. “Why not” he states and begins to undress. Is this seriously happening right now? He walks towards us and a look passes between Erik and Nico above my head, what am I in for. I feel bereft as Erik withdraws from me and then his hand snakes under my body pulling me up against this hard body. He walks with me like that pressed against him towards the large rattan sofa. Nico sits down before us his cock completely and utterly ready for this moment. Erik moves me towards him helping me to straddle Erik and positioning myself above his waiting eager cock. Inside I feel a little twinge of guilt I have not missed this
Amelia “We need to talk” all three of us blurt out at the exact same moment. Shit, well the bubble is well and truly broken. The bite of the air makes me shiver and they both look at me, somehow I don’t feel self conscious under their gaze. Erik gives a heavy sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose, I can see his anger still bubbling under the surface just looking for a reason to come out. Inspecting Nico’s beautiful face, it feels like the whole world has changed since the last time I saw it, he looks tired and worried. “I need a shower and clothes then we’ll talk” I state firmly and walk away from them. “I’ll cook us dinner” Nico calls after me and I can’t help a little smile, he is a divine cook, if he wasn’t who he is he would be a world class chef. Taking my time in the shower I let the warm water soothe me, calm the torrent of emotions swirling, my nerves, my fears. Telling Erik about the baby was daunting enough but now Nico will need to know too. He will want to
Amelia My eyes are heavy as I try to force them open, throat dry and hoarse from dehydration. Blinking rapidly as I try to adjust to the bright light above me after the darkness. Moving to sit up I become aware my wrists are bound . . . What the hell . . . I try to clear the fog in my brain, I remember being at the breakfast bar eating with Erik and Nico and then it went dark. Whipping my head to each side I look for them and my eyes finally adjust to the light. I recognise my surroundings it’s my bedroom at the mansion, how the hell did I get here? Why am I tied up? I try to move my legs but they too are held firmly in a binding. A cruel laugh echos through the room and then he comes into view. Damian walks over and sits in a seat placed beside my bed. His eyes are triumphant, his smile pure evil. He reaches out and strokes my face, I have to resist my instinct to pull back from him. “Ah wife” there is scorn as he says the word wife. “You are back with me, how I have
Erik My eyes open and I feel a bit disorientated my body jiggles with a gentle movement that I quickly recognise as being on a plane, yet I don’t remember getting on a plane. I search to try and remember how I got here but there is nothing an emptiness where what I know should be. Looking around I notice Harlow sitting across from me, she looks peaceful in her own gentle sleep. Pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration I search again for my most recent memory. Harlow and I getting out of the car to go and face my dickhead of a cousin, to answer his summons. Then how are we back here on the plane? What happened in that meeting? Why the hell can’t I remember. Reaching to pull out my phone I hope it might give me some answers, texts, a call, an email anything. It’s not there, I pat every pocket and there is no sign of my phone. What the hell is going on here? Frustrated and needing answers I reach forward and shake Harlow to awaken her. Her eyes open too slowly for m
Nico Freezing cold water hitting my face wakes me up instantly, an automatic snarl releases from my throat and I move to react to whomever dares to strike me. That is when I realise that I am chained to the wall standing upright whilst I was unconscious. Another snarl rips from me at the audacity. My eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, one of our dungeon cells, I am most familiar with them although I am usually the one doing the chaining up. A guard stands looking rather sheepish holding the now empty bucket, he refuses to meet my eyes, fucking coward. A figure stands behind him half cloaked in the darkness but I know who it is, that cunt Damian, so he finally had the balls to make a move. We’ve been playing this uneasy game of chess for a while now, both distrusting of each other, neither willing to make the first move. I guess we’re on the board now. “Nico” he drawls my name like the snake he is but I refuse to bite I just glare into the darkness, challenging him with m
Harlow My heart is in my throat as I pace the room. Eyes fixated on the rapidly deteriorating condition of the person I love most in this world. My body shakes, tears carve streams down my face, my throat raw from hours upon hours of emotional pain. If I close my eyes for a moment I can picture him as he should be, that dimple on his chin standing out with his breathtaking smile, dark hair flopping into his bright blue eyes. Strong, muscular, powerful. One of the thirteen vampire lords, the best of them. The only one of his line after his mother Eve had chosen the true death. I don’t know exactly how old he is, even he doesn’t anymore but in that very long life he has never made another vampire. Of all of the people that the hunters could have targeted with this horrific new bio weapon they have created, they have made a mistake. He has never harmed a soul, never fed from humans and uses his healing power as a doctor in the human world to save their lives. We have bee
Harlow I’m pulled from my misery by a loud commotion running through the house. Nicolas raises his head looking at me with questions in his eyes. I just shake my head and open the doors, at the top of the stairs I stop looking down into the large entrance vestibule, I can see the front doors wide open and beyond three blacked out Range Rovers in front of the house. Who the hell is that? A huge mean looking vampire in a black suit and black sunglasses opens the rear door of the middle car and my breath stops in my throat. The elegant woman stepping out is dressed in a red fitted designer trouser suit, killer black stilettos and a black lace almost see through fitted top beneath. Black sunglasses hide her eyes, deep red paints her lips and her black hair pulled back tightly in a chick smooth bun. She looks like she should be on the cover of a fashion magazine. I am in no doubt who she is. The Vampire Queen. Recovering my senses I dash back to tell Nicholas, this is even wor
Amelia As I make my way through the front doors of the castle like mansion I call home I prepare myself for what is coming. I snuck away without informing my King where I was going and I will be punished for it. Queen or not he is still my master, still the most powerful. Yet I find myself unable to care what my punishment will be Erik walks this world still and that is all that matters to me. Pausing before the doors to his council chamber I prepare myself, put on my mental armour, after all this time he can not shake me. As I stride in I see the letcherous looks on his cronies faces, refusing to meet their eyes I make my way to the empty seat beside my husband. Nico his most prized right hand man gives me a look that tells me I am indeed in trouble. A sideways glance from my husband proceeds his challenge “Where have you been without our permission my wife” the last word emphasised like that should mean I have no control over what I do without him. I smile sweetl