SLOANE
My eyes felt like they weighed five thousand pounds as they cracked open. My body was screaming in pain at the small movement and a dull throbbing sensation was quickly gathering behind my eyes. My mouth felt parched, and my tongue a stone in its desert as I weakly moved my lips. My ears curled in on themselves as the beeping of machines assaulted them, and a shrill alarm went off. I tried to suck in a breath only to find I couldn’t and instead began to choke with such force that it bolted me upright; my body on fire with the sheer pain of the motion. Clawing at my throat and sputtering, I briefly saw Cade, running out of the room. A few moments later several nurses raced in.
“Ok honey, we are going to get this tube out” one said, her voice calm and eyes kind. “I need you to breathe through your nose ok, good, that's it.” I stared at her wide eye
SLOANE There was a noise, screaming? No, wailing. The sound of a baby's cries pierced the air and I slapped my hands over my ears, trying to block it out. What was going on? Where was I? My attention turned to where I heard low murmuring, a woman was hunched over another, blood splattered the floor and I heard soft soothing sounds. Whimpering sounds were coming from the figure on the bed, no pallet? Whatever it was, it looked quite uncomfortable. I moved closer, and my breath hitched. A woman of unearthly beauty lay there, her hair silver of the purest kind, splayed behind her. Her skin, ivory and bright, gunmetal gray eyes glittered in her face; her intelligence and pain clearly reflected in them. “Marta…I can’t” her voice was thick with distress as she cuddled the child.
CADEThe blood roared in my veins, demanding my attention in a way I had never felt. I hadn’t been doing anything, just puttering around at home, doing chores and doing some light cleaning when it hit me like a freight train. A rush of blood flashed in my veins and a ringing began in my ears, all I knew was I had to get to Sloane. The urge to see her was intense, and I didn’t know why just that I had to with every fiber of my being. When I got to her she was in some sort of trance-like state, and it wasn’t due to the painkillers; that much was for certain. There was sweat coating her brow and she was trembling, her lips slightly parted and quick breath puffing out from between them. I felt my canines lengthen at the sight of her and ran my tongue over them, feeling their sharp points. Something was calling to me, something from inside of her, but what?Sloane start
CADESloane’s scent was intoxicating, more so than usual as I trailed her to the bedroom. I had no doubt in my mind I could please this woman, as I had done so many times before, but never had she outright asked for it. I felt tingles in my canines at my intense arousal, and wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed, part her legs, and taste her until she screamed my name. My eyes narrowed on my prey as I watched the sway of her hips, and snagged on her lips as she turned her head, giving me what I’m sure she thought was an innocent look. I practically growled at her, because the look was anything but, and she knew it. She stopped in the kitchen, getting herself a glass of water and I could not wait one more second to claim her.“Sloane” I growled in warning, watching her take a long sip of water, her neck muscles work
SLOANEThere are rules to having a vampire as a fiancee.1. When bitten do not freak out2. Do not try to forcibly extract their teeth from your body3. Hold still and avoid any prey like behaviors4. Do not break any of the above rules So, of course what did I do? Not listen to my own damn advice. Being made into a snack mid orgasm is probably up there on my list of shit I find surprising and never thought would happen to me. Like any good predator Cade had a tight hold of me and was balls deep in my body when I came, his teeth fastening on my neck while he spilled deep inside me. The pu
Cade was every inch the spectacularly handsome specimen as he stood waiting for me at the end of the makeshift aisle. Behind him I could see the lush green lawn, lit up with lanterns outside in preparation for the reception. The sun was setting, casting his features aglow and highlighting the planes of his face. A smile danced on his lips as he drank me in, an answering smile ghosting my own as I couldn’t take my eyes of my soon to be husband. I had wanted a bit of a nod to my heritage, and as such I had incorporated several unapologetically Irish traditions into our wedding. I had not told my parents, wanting them and the rest of our family and friends to not know until it happened. Which is why once the wedding march stopped, my dad and I began to walk down the aisle; much to the confusion of everyone. Then the bell chimed, with each step, as Nikki stood proudly ringing it every few seconds. When I was about halfway down the aisle two more bel
The weeks had flown by and developed into months of wedded bliss. Well, something like that. We went to work, went out, had amazing sex and attempted to dodge the press. And his parents. His mother was more than insistent that we have dinner with them regularly, and while I didn’t have any reason not to like her, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled and stood up whenever she was around. His dad, James, had the opposite effect, he relaxed the mood in the room and was the complete opposite to his mother. Cade had shared a bit about his turning with me, enough to know that his father was the one who had performed it. They had sort of banded together to form a “family” type unit, aging quite slowly once they had been turned. Rosamarie had been turned in her mid fifties, but that didn’t make her any less striking in her beauty. Her long fall of dark hair, piercing eyes, and angular features drew the eye, without making her look
I traded my pants in for a sleek pencil skirt and some dressier shoes, deciding on a pair of classic high heels. Cade appraised me with an approving eye when I walked out, finding him waiting by the door. He opened the door for me, a smirk playing on his lips. Breezing through I headed toward his car with him hot on my heels. We slid in silently and he began to drive, the car headed toward our destination in no hurry. Unconsciously I began to fidget with my hands, picking at the cuticles on my nails; Cade’s free hand covered mine.“Stop fussing Sloane” he said knowingly, his eyes cutting to me briefly then down to our linked hands. I sighed.“I can’t,” I huffed out. He knew it too, he knew exactly why. His mother put me on edge, and not just a little bit; but something about her seriously gave me majorly bad feelings. I alway
TRIGGER WARNING TORTURE AND REFERENCE TO RAPECADE Sloane was tossing and turning in her sleep, her breaths shallow and quick. Usually I was up and down during the night, not needing as much sleep as she did. As a vampire I needed my rest of course, but I could operate just fine on a solid four to six hours of sleep. Sloane, I was finding out, needed more like eight to nine. Which was absolutely fine, it also afforded me the opportunity to be up before her and drink her in. It was about three in the morning and the moonlight was just streaming in our room slightly, enough to cause a small sliver of it to light up her face in a small section right underneath her eyes. The slice of moonlight across her face only highlighted her beauty as it slanted across her cheekbones and across the bridge of her nose, the freckles there visible. Her eyelashes fluttered in her slee