Darelles Trinity

Chapter Two - part one

Darelle’s breath caught in her throat. “What do you mean?” She swiped the heel of her hand across her mouth, the scent of blood clinging to her lips.

“I mean that you are now mine for all eternity.” His silky voice caressed her even though she now fought to resist his seductive power.

“No!” she cried, flailing her arms in her attempt to rise from the bed. The sheet slipped down, further exposing her naked body, but she didn’t care. Papa had told her tales of vampires during her childhood. He’d spoken of soulless beings wandering through eternity, feeding on the blood of the innocent. The mere thought that she could now be one of them horrified her.

Lascaux took hold of her wrists. His grip, though iron strong, was surprisingly gentle. “Listen to me, Darelle.”

“No! Let me go!” She writhed and twisted vainly in his grasp.

Her captor bent over her, pushing her back against the pillows, her arms pinned to either side of her head.

“Papa!” she cried, her tears flowing freely. “Papa!” She knew her father could never come to her, and even if he were alive, he could not possibly have the strength to fight the seigneur, but calling her father’s name brought a small measure of comfort.

The worst part of all was the erotic heat spiraling through her s*x as Lascaux pinned her down. Even as she cried out for help, the intimate pulsing intensified between her thighs, engorging and moistening her inner s*x, which craved fulfillment.

“Do not play such a game with me, Darelle,” Lascaux said between gritted teeth. “Give in to your desire.”

She stared at him. His dark eyes glowed an iridescent yellow around the black slits of his pupils. His masculine lips curled back, revealing the fangs that had pierced her skin. His black hair, gleaming like ebony silk in the torchlight, rioted around his cheeks and shoulders. The sight terrified and thrilled her all at once.

“I’m not playing a game,” she whispered, her lower lip trembling violently. Her breasts heaved from her struggle and she watched his gaze flicker lustfully over the soft mounds of pale flesh tipped with hard rosy n*****s. His grip tightened almost imperceptibly on her wrists and he drew his dark brows together.

Darelle wept softly, her sorrow intermingling with the pulsing waves of desire that gripped her body. “I want to go home.”

“This is your home now, petite.”

“I want Papa.”

She looked up at Lascaux through her blur of tears. His fangs had receded and his eyes had darkened once again to obsidian pools. He eased his grip on her wrists and released her right hand, which remained pressed into the mattress. He placed his hand, palm down on her chest, just over her left breast.

Darelle gasped at the contact but her gaze remained locked on Lascaux’s eyes. His brows drew together once again and his lips formed a sudden scowl. The gleam of triumph drained from his eyes.

“Your heart still beats,” he hissed. “Not again, dammit!” He lifted his hand and renewed his hold on her wrist, his dark gaze boring into hers. He stared into her eyes several moments, his already bronzed face darkening. “Merde,” he cursed through clenched teeth. “You are one of them.”

Icy fear gripped her body. “One of whom?” she whispered, staring at him.

Lascaux’s eyes glowed eerily. “Les Coeurs Éternels. The ones whose hearts never stop beating even though they are undead.” He stood swiftly from the bed and paced the room.

Darelle held the sheet over her nakedness, watching him move swiftly about the room. For a soulless creature, his agitation seemed very great. All she wanted was to escape. Lascaux frightened her as much as he roused her desires. She believed him a madman who had induced her to dream of him somehow. Maman used to warn her against the evil eye, but Darelle had never believed her. Now in the face of Lascaux’s ravings, she did. The man had even somehow created within her a hunger for blood. As long as her heart still beat, she was a human being, and she would find a way out of her captor’s clutches.

When Lascaux sat back down on the edge of the bed, Darelle shrank back against the pillows.

Lascaux reached out and slid his large fingers into her mass of curls. “You needn’t fear me, petite,” he crooned. “I would never hurt you.” He let her hair slip between his fingers to the ends and then raked them through her hair again. “Finer than silk,” he said softly. “I want you only to have pleasure for eternity. A soul will only cause you more grief. I can relieve you of such suffering the same way I relieved you of la peste.” The pad of his thumb whispered back and forth across her cheek, sending tendrils of heat into her skin. Already she could feel moisture pooling in her s*x. “Remember what happened yesterday in the river,” he went on, his voice low and silky, “the pleasure I’ve brought to your body this last year, that was only the beginning.”

Her eyes widened and shame heated her entire face. So, he had been watching her! But how had he touched her without her seeing him? “That was a dream,” she whimpered. “I have never done anything…”

His thumb slid across her bottom lip and she repressed the wicked urge to take it between her teeth and nibble on it, to caress it with the tip of her tongue. “No. It was my thrall.” He sighed. “It’s wrong to use such power on another who’s so innocent…so unsuspecting. But…I couldn’t help myself. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.” Emotions churned in his dark eyes, surprising Darelle with their sincerity. For a moment, Lascaux appeared almost…vulnerable. “This is only right,” he went on. “La justice.” His gaze darkened and she could see a strange shadow pass through his eyes, as if he were remembering. “Les Coeurs Éternels have stolen so much love from me. I’m the one who created them.” He tweaked her chin lightly between thumb and forefinger before stroking back her hair. “It’s only right they give something back.”

Against her will, Darelle’s eyes fluttered closed as a frisson of erotic pleasure spiraled through her body, gathering intensity in the moist cleft between her thighs.

“I must go for now,” he said suddenly, as if someone had called him. “Rest and then later, I will begin to show you the pleasures our life will offer.” He rose and strode away.

When she opened her eyes, Lascaux was already out the door, but the sensual desire aroused in her body pulsed madly and she felt exactly as she had in the river, melting open under the invisible hands. Moaning softly, she threw her head back, helpless in the t****l of the ghostly caress on her breasts and the way it squeezed her n*****s in a tiny pulsing motion that sent shivers of sensation down her belly into her s*x.

Surrender to me, petite…Lascaux’s voice whirled like a silken wind through her ears.

The caress shimmered over her body, concentrated now on her inner thighs. Ghostly fingertips stroked slow, hot circles on the tender flesh and Darelle parted her legs, her fire of longing making her bare her most intimate nest.

I will find your deepest desire…the sleek voice haunted her mind, driving her heartbeat to a frenzy.

The invisible fingertips spread open the lips of her s*x and warm moist heat caressed the slick pinkness within. Darelle moaned, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow as the unseen force laved her c******s in tiny strokes, stoking the fire deep within her womb. She cried out as the tension built and overflowed, radiating through her c******s and outward. The invisible tongue stroked her open cleft until she fell limp on the bed, then disappeared.

Drowsiness overcame her. She was exhausted from the drain of grief, fear, and from Lascaux’s wrenching power over her mind and body. Her eyes closed and she felt herself falling away into a twilight state.