Eternal Damnation

Chapter 19

-Aurora POV- 

“You burned the car down!?” Wolf asks looking shocked. 

“It was not intentional.” I say looking away and feeling embarrassed. 

“Stop complaining. At least we made it in time.” Ezekiel says. 

“I’m not complaining. I’m just shocked.” Wolf says. 

There is a loud honking noise that comes from the ferry ship we are on and then the ship starts moving. I hold with nervousness onto the metal verandas that surround the edge of the ship.  

I am so confused as to how this ship can hold cars on it and not sink. Then again, sailing and ships are not something I really know much about. 

I look up towards the distance where the port is now a bit further away. It is now dusk but it looks darker because it has been really cloudy.  

“You did cut it close. This is the last ferry for today.” Abigail says. 

“How long will it take us to get to the other side?” I ask. 

Abigail looks at her phone. “We’ll get to Calais in about two hours give or take. From there, it will take us about five hours to get to Paris.” 

I nod. Ezekiel then walks close to me and stands by my side. 

“How are you feeling?” 

He looks worried because all the pain medication burned in the car. But I am also worried about him. He is starting to look paler than he usually does and it is because he hasn’t had blood since yesterday. He skipped it in the morning when we had to rush out because of Dimitrios men. 

“So far, I am okay. What about you?” I ask. 

“I’ll be fine darling. Don’t worry about me.” 

He has the sweetest smile on him. But I do worry. I am sure the hunger will be painful for him. 

“Crap!” Wolf says almost shouting. 

We all look at him as he looks further inside the ferry. 

“Well? You going to tell us what is wrong?” Abigail asks looking irritated. 

“It’s Dimitrios men!” He finally says. 

We all duck behind a wall.  

“It is them.” Ezekiel says confirming it. 

They start moving in our direction so we quickly scurry over to the other end of the wall. We turn the corner and hide. 

“They are obviously looking for us.” Abigail says. 

“We could deal with them and get it over with but then... there are too many people around.” Ezekiel says. “We are going to have to hide from them until we get to Calais.” 

“How are we going to hide the whole way there?” Wolf asks. “This ferry is bigger than most but there are only so many places we can run to.” 

Abigail then opens a door next to us where there is a small office.  

“This will work for now.” She says.  

We all go in but it is uncomfortable because it is small.  

“You are stepping on my foot!” Wolf shouts at Ezekiel. 

“Maybe you should shift into a dog, make room for us.” Ezekiel says. 

Wolf growls at him. “Keep pissing Tyr off and we’ll bite more than just your leg next time!” 

Ezekiel rolls his eyes. “Bite this, bite that... be more original for once.” 

“How about my foot up your ass! Is that original enough!” Wolf says. 

“Goddess!” Abigail shouts looking up and all I do is giggle. 

“We can’t possibly hide here for two hours all of us together.” Ezekiel says. 

“Do you have a better plan?” Abigail asks. 

Ezekiel smirks. “Yes.” 

He takes my hand, opens the door, and leads me outside then closes the door behind us, leaving Wolf and Abigail in the office alone. 

“Come with me.” He says and starts walking towards the parked cars. 

I don’t answer and just follow him as he leads me by the hand. I would go anywhere with this man. 

He stops in front of a black car that is not ours. He then looks both ways. When there is no one around, he opens the back seat door and goes in, pulling me in with him.  

“Will we be safe here?” I ask. 

“Yes... I think. The windows are tinted so no one can see inside. Just keep your door locked.” He says. 

I look at the door next to my side and quickly lock it. When I look back at him, he is eying me with hunger and desire.  

This is when I know he brought us here on purpose, not that I mind. 

A thought suddenly comes to me. Something that I really want to experience but that it will also help him. 

“Ezekiel?” 

“Yes?” 

“Do you... do you want to drink my blood?” 

He looks at me surprised by the question. 

“I mean... I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to.” I say but I am now feeling embarrassed that I asked that. 

He stares at me, looking like he is thinking. 

“Would you be scared of me if I did?” He asks. 

I quickly shake my head. “I would never fear you.” 

He smiles. “Then... don’t mind if I do.” 

My eyes widen.  

(He actually said yes.) 

He leans in, his hands snake around my waist, and pulls me close to him, putting his face near my ear. 

“But do you think you can handle it?” He whispers. 

I exhale a shaky breath. 

“I don’t know. I would like to think that I could.” I say. 

He lowers his head to my shoulder and I can feel his breath on my skin. My skin prickles in goosebumps. My hands clench at his shirt, trying to contain the shakiness in my body. 

I suddenly feel his tongue lick my neck and it makes me gasp. 

He stops and goes back up to my ear. “I can’t bite you. My bite can turn you.” 

I am startled at my own disappointment. 

“Oh... then... how?” My words come out breathless. 

His hand goes to his pocket and then takes something shiny out. When my eyes focus on it, he holds a small knife and that makes me shiver. 

“A small cut. Then... I’ll suck the blood out.” 

As he says that, my legs tremble but not because of fear but because of desire. Remembering how his mouth felt on my skin as he sucked on my breast that time makes me shiver in excitement. 

He pulls back and looks at me waiting for an answer. The blue in his eyes is gone, replaced by a blood-red color and he has a serious expression on him. 

I slowly nod completely enthralled, looking at his eyes. I didn’t know they could do that. 

He looks down and puts a hand on my thigh. I am confused but watch what he does. He turns me towards him and then puts a hand on my chest, slowly pushing me backward. I end up leaning on the door with each of my legs on his side. His hands then go to the buttons on my pants. He looks up at me, his eyes never leaving mine. He unbuttons my pants and slides them down, exposing me in my underwear.  

I am embarrassed at this and my cheeks burn but I can’t look away from him.  

I take a deep breath in as his hands start to caress up my leg. They finish on my thigh as he kneels in between my legs in the soft cushioned seat. He lifts my knee up with one hand and with the other, he caresses my inner thigh, just inches away from the space between my legs that is heating up and clenching with desire.  

“I’ll do it here.” He says as he caresses the small area on my thigh.  

I swallow hard and nod. He gives me a small smile and licks his lips. 

His upper body leans down and his head goes in between my thighs.  

I close my eyes then, feel his soft tongue lick my thigh. I open my eyes and look down to see his red eyes looking up at me with his sharp fangs out. 

He brings the knife up and puts it on my skin. I can’t seem to look away. His eyes never leave mine as he slowly presses the knife on my skin. The sharp pain makes me whimper but it is quick and the cut is small, about an inch long.  

Blood comes out but he never looks away from me. As he continues to stare at me, he leans in with his mouth opened and covers the wound with it. That is when he closes his eyes and with both hands, squeezes on my thighs as he starts to suck. 

It is painful but also—feeling his mouth and tongue—pleasurable. 

I take deep breaths, my chest heaves as I look at him. He looks like he is enjoying it which excites me even more. His fingers dig into my thighs. He holds my thigh as if it was prey that he is preventing from getting away. 

Suddenly, he stops. He looks up at me and he pulls back just a bit for me to see blood on his lips. As he looks at me, he licks his lips but he doesn’t seem satisfied.  

“Can I have more?” He asks almost with desperation. 

“More?” I whisper. 

“Not of blood. More of you.” He says. There is so much desire in his words and it reflects on his face. “Your blood is delicious but you are even more so. Let me have a taste of you... a real taste.” His warm breath caresses my skin, lighting up my desire. 

His face looks like he needs me, almost like it is painful for him to hold back. 

I take in a shaky breath and nod, wanting what he is offering. 

He looks down to the space in between my leg that aches and bites his lips. His hands slide up my thighs and up to my hips where he grabs the edges of my underwear and rips them. I gasp, not expecting that he was going to do that. 

He smirks and then his hands go back down to my thigs. He pulls them apart and completely exposes me to him.  

I can’t deny that I am embarrassed but the need for him is stronger than my proper ways. 

Just like he did before, his eyes never leave mine. He dips down and the contact of his lips on my sensitive spot makes me shiver. My body jerks but he holds me in place and a gaspy moan leaves my mouth. I close my eyes for a few seconds then open them and look back down at him. Just like before, he has his eyes closed now and is full-on sucking. 

No one has ever done this to me. This is the first time and it is amazing. I am feeling so much pleasure that I almost feel like I am going to cry because it is so intense.  

I can’t hold my moans anymore. My body unwillingly shakes. My hands look for something to grip but other than the seat under me or his hair, there is nothing. So, I grab on to that, one hand on the seat, squeezing, and another on his hair, my fingers tangled in it. 

 Not once does he let up. I am almost out of breath. I can feel everything, how his mouth touches me and sucks, how his tongue licks, how his fangs graze me. 

Suddenly, rolling waves of pleasure go through my body as I cup my mouth, muffling my loud moan. My hips shake. I take deep breaths as I almost cry out from the pleasure that courses through my core. 

Ezekiel slows his movements down to where he softly and slowly kisses.  

My stomach quivers and I feel weak. I close my eyes as I try to steady my breathing. 

“That... was delicious.” He whispers as he gives one last kiss. 

My cheeks could probably light up a dark room by now.  

My eyes open when his lips then go back to my thigh where he licks the blood smudges off of my skin. The wound is already closed. He then takes out a handkerchief from his back pocket and starts to clean the blood that dripped from my thigh to the seat.  

I sit up and back up, giving him space. He looks up at me and smiles, then, he hands me my pants. I take them and quickly put them on. My eyes drift to his pants, where I can see a bulge in them. 

(After what he did... I could help him with that. That, I have done before.) 

“Uhm... I-” I stop when there is rapid knocking on the window.  

We look up to see Wolf and Abigail. 

Ezekiel sighs and apprehensively unlocks the front doors. 

They both quickly get in and immediately look back at us with their eyes narrowed. 

“What did you guys do in here?- Wait, don’t answer that. We can smell everything.” Wolf says. 

At this point, my face could light up a whole continent.