Blood of The Beast

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    Once I made sure Allison was tucked away in her bed I walked back to the room Alastair and I were given. I wonder if this is a vampire thing. The red Velvet and old victorian theme. It's a little cliche. This place gives me the creeps. 

    No one would survive out there with those things. I had heard that Hellhounds were obtainable, but I never thought anyone would be stupid enough to have them in masses like this. The darkness here alone is suffocating me. There are no stars, no moon, no real track of time. Where the f**k are we?

    "What do you see?" I shivered at his touch trembled when his lips met the mark on my shoulder.

    "Everything," I answered looking down at the dead barren land. "Hellhounds,"

    "What?" he asked desperately searching the dark. "How can you see in this?"

    "I'm warm. I can channel the heat in me. Kind of like advanced heat vision. Only I can also pick up on the cold. It's a trait almost all born Alpha's have,"

    "Is Allison one?" I nodded.

    "I don't like this Alastair. If they wanted you two they should have sent for you. Not like this,"

    "We wouldn't have believed her. I thought mother had died a long time ago. Whatever this is, it's big. Mother wouldn't have shown herself otherwise,"

    "She doesn't like me," I stated the distaste of her hate still lingering on my tongue.

    "Mother was always very possessive of us," he smiled. "I want to thank you,"

    "For what?" I asked going back to the window. In the distance, I could see how they fought for scraps of whatever it is they were eating.

    "For protecting my sire. I know you don't like him," my turn to smile at him.

    "I like him just fine. He kind of just scares the hell out of me. He'd take you from me should I show him weakness. I had a bit of an obsession with him when I was younger. Different from what I found when I studied you. I've heard things, read things about him. About his hold on you and Erebus. You'd leave me for him should he ask,"

    "I..." he couldn't even deny it.

    "It's okay. I understand. It's different for my breed. We are trained to go our separate ways once we're ready. Sires, they do these things for their kin because they have a physical connection. Kind of like ours. We need one another to live,"

    "This is a first for me," he admitted. I sat next to him on the massive round bed.

    "What is?"

    "Not knowing something. I've never been unprepared to meet anyone and here I am struggling to figure out what you are,"

    "I know what you are," I shrugged. "But, I don't know who you are,"

    "There's a difference?" he asked pulling me onto his lap.

    "Of course there is. You're a vampire prince. There are so many stories told about the great Alastair Malacoda and all he has achieved. I have a collection," he laughed. "That doesn't mean I know you. I've seen a small glimpse of what you are. Last night, for example, the way you set your needs aside. The soft touch. That's who you were before you were this. The man. Naloc,"

    "Say that again," he demanded.

    "Naloc?" he nodded. "That's such an old name,"

    "I may not look it beautiful, but I'm old," I laughed turning over to straddle him. "Tell me what Almar is?"

    "I knew you weren't going to forget. A girl can try though," I sighed.

    "Tell me and I'll answer the question at the end of your paper," I looked at him.

    "Really?" I asked and he nodded.

    "Almar was an underground wolf den where wolves like Allison and I were taken to turn them into what she is," I felt the anger rush through me as the memories rushed in a jumbled mess through my head. "I had just turned eighteen when I heard about Allison. They call her 'The Split'.

    "They use these trigger words to control their beasts. I thought maybe I could go to where she was trained and learn this with my dad. It was nothing like what I had pictured in my head.

    "These alphas, they would buy these wolves. They'd keep them in kennels. Injected them with wolf's bane to keep them in their wolf form. They tried to tear the primal from the person and split them in two mentally. Their experimentations failed on most of them. Those who survived were unstable.

    "Then there was Allison. She was my age. Her file said she had been discovered to be what we are when she was six. They did what they were doing to the others to her when she was a pup.

    "I figured out then that there is nothing wrong with what I am. My insecurities had come from men like Felipe Wright. Like those men who did those things to all those wolves. They want to control us without understanding what we are out of fear. I killed all those people. All of them. The experiments, the alphas, their pups, the women. All of them. I reduced the wolf population a sixth of what it was in one night.

    "When I got to Allison I couldn't bring myself to kill her. They hadn't had time to trigger her. The taste of her fear and innocence begged me to do it. To end her suffering, but I couldn't bring myself to kill her. She saw my resolve change when I didn't kill her immediately and she wrapped herself around me crying. I didn't know what to do.

    "My dad was mad when I brought her home. Nana helped me with her. She likes to clean. Likes it when I give her orders. She loves it when I praise her. Almar is the place where I went to find a cure and instead I found myself," 

    He looked me over, reaching up. I looked at his hand when caught a traitorous tear. More rushed out. He pulled me in, to lap up the tears with his tongue. For a moment I was shocked. I pulled back to see him savor them in his mouth. He's a vampire I have to remind myself.

    "I did what I did because he asked," he whispered after a few minutes passed. "There was no other reason to. I had no motives to save anyone or kill them. I could care less about what anyone did.

    "When I gave myself to Agathos, I was empty inside. It wasn't because she had died. There was just nothing in this world that interested me. I felt like I could conquer the world, but I had no reason for it.

    "He made me envision this world. He painted a really pretty picture in my head. It had seemed so important to him to share this with me. When my mother died giving birth to my little sister. I had something to do. I had to help take care of her and my other sister.

    "My dad taught me how to hunt in case something happened to him. Then one day he was gone and I had to provide for them. I did my best. The king would send his men to buy from us. Calaen then married one of the royal guards. Iris married a scholar and I wasn't needed anymore.

    "The one time I had allowed myself to want something for myself she didn't want me back. She preferred death than to have me. Agathos needed me to do the things he asked so I did them and like everything else. I excelled in them. I wanted to make him proud," 

    There is no trace of lies in any of that. It's a horrible truth. To have the skill to be more and not know what to do with. His entire existence, he's been used to be what others wanted him to be and never what he wanted. He'd lost his way because of the obligation he felt he had to others.

    "What do you want to do?" I asked and I felt him come alive a swirl of emotion spiraling in those beautiful green orbs of his.

    "What do you mean?" he asked not disappointing me.

    "You can do anything you want. Be anything you want to be. What do you like to do?" he looked up thinking about it and my heart shattered.

    "I don't know," he answered. "I like to fight,"

    "Do you or are you used to fighting?" I asked.

    "I like it," he shrugged pulling me higher to him. I stretched my legs behind him before wrapping them around his waist sitting on his lap with my arms around his neck. I really like being this close to him. His scent is intoxicating.

    "Why?" I asked hoping he'd answer the same way I would.

    "Because," he said. "It makes me feel like for once I'm in control. I have the power over those who pretend to hold power over me,"

    "Do you like the power?" I asked a smile pulling at my lips.

    "Yes. I like the devotion of their fear when I speak. When I move. I like when souls tremble in my presence," that exactly what I had expected him to say.

    "Then we're going to have to work on giving you what you want then aren't we Lord Malacoda?" his smirk turned into a grin.

    "That can wait, Alpha Narolin," I pulled him close to me as he stood up only to lay me down on the bed.

    "Why is that?" I asked.

    "Because right now I want you," he growled.

    A hot rush of fear hit my lower belly, my core clenching in need. The sound of my timberlands hitting the floor made me smile. I was out of my clothes in seconds. He pulled his shirt off tossing it aside.

    I had never stopped to pay attention to his body until now. The frame of his body is wide in mass. The muscle of him is lean over the frame. The muscle flexed tightly under the wrap of his skin. I had never watched someone with intent like this.

    I found myself attracted to much more than the connection between us. All of it. I never had a type, but this right here just became it. This is what a real man looks like. Nothing like the heartthrobs on TV. They don't compare.

    His forearms are caging me here. Thin hair ran up his arms stopping a little past his elbows. His biceps straining as he leans into me. His chest muscles tightening, more hair there not a lot just enough to trail across his chest lightly, a small thin line going from his belly button disappearing down into the hem of his jeans.

    The stubble of his beard started right under his Adam's apple trailing up to his flawless face, spreading over his cheeks and upper lip. There his plump nude almost pink lips pulled up into a smirk when he saw what I'm doing.

    The full black eyelashes frame the beauty of his green eyes. Green specks swirled with hazel, hints of blue and silver. Those eyes are all I can think of from the moment the smell of him had penetrated my senses.

    His thick bushman eyebrows complete the cold demeanor of fear that only he brings out on me in waves of pleasure and anticipation. This has to be what it feels like to be the mouse in a cat and mouse chase. I had never felt this powerless before anyone and I had been the presence of some pretty intimidating beings.

    "Do you like what you see Ms. Narolin?" he asked.

    "Doctor," I corrected.

    "I'm sorry?" he asked with a smirk.

    "I have a Ph.D. in abnormal psychology and pediatrics," Why did I say that? What the hell is wrong with me?

    "Pardon me then. Dr. Narolin,"

    "I do," I admitted. He looked at me confused. "Like what I see. I like it. I more than like it. Can you be any more perfect?"

    "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were nervous, Scylla," the way he says my name sends chills down my spine heat pooling at the core of me. How is this even possible?

    "You don't know better then," I answered my body beginning to tremble under the scrutiny of his gaze.

    "Why? What's changed?" he asked with genuine curiosity as he nuzzled his nose against the mark.

    "I've gotten the details. You're more than just the smell and the attraction now. You're... You're... you. I-"

    His lips stopped the rambling like a tidal wave over an island filled with people trying to get away from their impending doom. My body shuddered as his skin cool met my heated skin. I lifted my hands running them up from the sides of his ribs, over his chest, his neck, and burying my fingers in his hair. He growled with approval.

    The sound striking fear again. The realization of what he is, is alarming my senses. Why do I like this feeling? Why do I welcome the fear and turn it into hot, burning, pleasure?

    He pulled away allowing me to gasp for some air, my head feeling slightly light-headed with the cold air. His lips never leaving me skin making it hotter still as he trailed soft kisses down my neck nipping at his claim. My body arched up to him wanting him closer.

    I almost screamed when his tongue met my breast, the n****e hardening with the cold of his slick tongue. I looked down at him. The colors gone replaced with the black oblivion of the beast. His fangs shining in the light of the candles decorating the room. He's going to f*****g bite me.

    Heat pooled in between my legs in anticipation. I began to breathe harder when his tongue met the skin of the bottom of my left breast. My body now shaking violently. He let out a territorial growl before he bit into me. My cry filled my ears making them ring like a siren had gone off in my head.

    I didn't know I could scream like that. The sound of it startled me. My voice brought down from its booming glory to a light squeaking feminine yelp. The beast in him reveled in it. I felt when the venom of his tongue sweep the wound shut and he continued to go lower.

    Using his forearms, he spread my legs open. Kissing his way down from my knee to the inside of my thigh. My heart began to race again when I felt his fangs on the inside of my left thigh. He looked up at me before he pierced the skin. I cried out again, my hands gripping his hair as the pain shot through me shaking my entire body. I felt the o****m go through me in waves of pain and fear.

    He growled out after shutting the wound he had just inflicted. I didn't dare look down at him now. I was too scared to do it. My mind felt like it was breaking apart as the adrenaline pumped faster through me.

    "Look at me," he growled.

    Tears rolled down my face as I reluctantly looked down. He knows exactly what he's doing to me and is enjoying it. His tongue darted out, his cool breath sending chills through me. A gasp left my lips as his tongue invaded the slit of me. Goosebump lifted all over my skin. 

    I couldn't hold his gaze as he pushed my legs up opening them further. The coldness of his tongue met my sensitive nub making me cry out again. His hands locking on my hips keeping me in place.

    The muscles in my legs tried to fight against him desperately trying to provide some pressure. He didn't let me move a single inch as his tongue rotated against me in slow mind-blowing circles.

    My torso shook as I let go of him and brought my hands up. I gripped my hair tugging hard as another o****m ripped through me. My voice still low and scarce as I cried out again and again. I felt like I had just jumped out of my body when my body began to relax.

    A growl knocked me back in. Alastair pulled me down closer to him. I looked down at him to see him standing at the end of the bed his rock hard erection in hand. He looked up at me with those obsidian gems of his, stroking himself. The fear took over again.

    I made the mistake of trying to scoot away. He grabbed me pulling me up into his arms, wrapping my legs around him. His fangs still out. My hair is draped down over my shoulders covering his face.

    With a slight movement, I was pushed against a wall. My hair was pulled back. I couldn't take in a proper breath again. I have to try and get a hold of it before I passed out. This is too much pleasure, like a violent never-ending high.

    "Alastair," I called out, but I was too late.

    He slammed into me making me cry out again. My legs went limp as he held me up and began to pump roughly into me. I wrapped my arms around him the pain and fear washing away into a searing pleasure.

    "f**k," I called out my voice starting to sound like it normally did as he continued. "Alastair,"

    He growled loud enough to shake the frames along the walls. His head leaning into me once again. I knew then he's going to bite me again. This time I wanted it. I needed it. His fang pierced into my neck the pain shooting through me making me call out to him again.

    The arm around my waist tightened as I clenched around him as the o****m exploding out of me at the same time he met his own release. I felt him lick my neck before pulling away from me to meet my eyes. The black faded away into my new favorite combination of colors.

    I felt my body go limp in his arms. He cursed pushing me up so that he could get a better grip. My head began to fall back, but it never hung. I was met with the softness of the pillow under me. Then the comfort of the bed.

The heat coming off of me settled down when something cool pulled me in under the covers. A swirl of green, gold, silver, and blue spun all around making me dizzy. I finally got a hold of my breathing before I let the exhaustion take over. I don't ever want that feeling to stop when I'm with him. I feel alive. It reminds me of just how alive I am. Silences all of the constant screaming in my head. I never thought that something like this would make me feel so at peace.