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Lilah frowned and looked at the black coat on the chair.

“Snow has decided to take my place and will face the consequences. He attacked Lord Ashville too and might have been the one to kill him if Antoine hadn’t succeeded in restraining him.”

The old vampire certainly was unpredictable. She had been surprised to see him there on the stage, telling her master to let her go or suffer death at his hands. Javier seemed equally surprised that he had decided to take responsibility for what had happened.

“Will they kill him?” Lilah didn’t want that and the look in Javier’s eyes told her that he didn’t either. She smiled and touched his cheek, hoping to chase away the pain in his body and his heart. “Maybe I need to take your mind off it.”

Her echoing his earlier words to her brought a smile to his lips that became a grimace and he touched his split lip and the fresh blood that glistened on it. Lilah slid her hand around the nape of his neck and helped him to sit up. She curled up beside him, so her bare breasts touched his chest and his arm, and guided him to her throat.

“Drink from me, Javier. Heal yourself,” she whispered and he kissed her throat, sending shivers racing down her spine with each sweep of his lips over her skin.

Lilah closed her eyes and relaxed so it wouldn’t hurt as much when he bit her. He opened his mouth and licked the curve of her throat, and then gently sank his fangs into her. Her hands tensed against his back but she didn’t flinch. She refused to when she had offered this to him. The initial stab of pain faded with his first slow pull on her blood and his second sent liquid heat surging into her veins. She settled her cheek against his and held him close to her, caressing his strong back and listening to him feeding from her vein. It didn’t disgust her as she had always thought it would. There was something sensual about it, something beautiful as the connection between them opened again, stronger than ever this time. He withdrew his fangs and continued to drink, his hands coming to press into her spine, clutching her to him as his strength returned.

She looked down at his back and watched in fascination as the wounds on it healed before her eyes, the fresh blood in his veins accelerating the process more than she had thought it would. Each mouthful of blood he drew from her caused it to quicken, until only dark pink lines marked his skin, scars like she had on hers.

Javier licked her throat, murmuring something in Spanish against it, and she couldn’t hide her surprise when he drew back and she saw that the cuts and bruises on his face had healed. Only faint scars remained and a darker streak over his nose where it had been broken. She touched his throat, glad to see the horrific bruises there were gone.

“Thank you,” he whispered and kissed her before she could tell him that she should be the one thanking him for freeing her from Lord Ashville. She kissed him instead, silently thanking him with each sweep and caress of her lips against his. She could feel he was still worried about what had happened between them and wasn’t surprised when he broke the kiss and cupped her cheek, staring deep into her eyes. “I won’t act on the bond between us. If you want to leave the theatre, you can do so. You are free, Lilah. You can do as you please.”

“I can do as I please?” She rose to her knees. A pained look crossed his face when she slipped down from the bed on the bathroom side and it turned to confusion when she held her hand out to him.

“You are not leaving?”

Lilah couldn’t stop herself from laughing aloud at that. “Never... but I am going to do as I please... and it pleases me that you join me in the shower, as promised.”

Javier smiled and it warmed her to see it and the affection and happiness in his dark brown eyes. He was by her side in an instant, his hand in hers, leading her towards his en-suite bathroom. Lilah stared unabashedly at his bare bottom as he walked, loving the way it dimpled with each step, so firm and tempting. He jolted when she ran her hand over it and gave it a pat.

“Why do I have the feeling you will be playing the role of master in this relationship?” He grinned over his shoulder at her, pulled her into his arms so her front pressed against his, and lifted her. She didn’t protest as he carried her into the large shower cubicle, his hands firmly gripping her backside. She was actually looking forward to him being in command but she had enjoyed tying him up. Perhaps they could alternate between dominant and submissive, because just the thought of chaining him up properly with shackles he couldn’t easily break had her hot as Hell.

Javier pressed her into the cool tiles of the shower, deftly flicked the water on, and kissed her. He wasn’t the only one getting feelings. Lilah had the feeling that she wasn’t going to get to scrub the dirt off her body before Javier had had his wicked way with her. He didn’t seem to notice any of his healing cuts as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. His hardening cock nudged her bottom as he kissed her, dominating her mouth and plundering it with his tongue. He tasted like blood but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Her tongue tangled with his, licking its cool length as her fingers tangled in his hair, holding his mouth against hers. She moaned when he shifted his hips backwards, allowing his erection to rise between them, and then ground against her.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” she whispered into his mouth and he thrust against her again, telling her without words that he was definitely up for something.

Lilah moaned and closed her eyes as he kissed down her jaw to her throat and found the marks he had placed on her just minutes before. He closed his mouth over them and sucked, reopening the puncture wounds, drawing more blood from her. The combination of his cock rubbing her aroused nub and his mouth working on her throat had her burning up and tipping her head back into the hard white tiles of the shower. The hot water beat down on her side, cascading over her skin.

Javier thrust again, his fingers pressing into her backside, pinning her against the wall. He groaned and she bucked her hips into his, rubbing herself on his hard cock, loving the feel of it pressing against her. He licked her neck in response and devoured it with hungry kisses.

“I want you,” he whispered and nibbled her earlobe, lightly biting it. “My Lilah.”

Lilah smiled at that and the passion and intense need behind those two words. She held him to her, stroking his hair, melting into him as he kissed her throat and held her hard against his body as though he would never let her go now that he had her. She didn’t want him to.

“I want you too,” she said and he groaned when she kissed his shoulder. When she bit down on it with her blunt teeth, his groan became a feral growl and his grip on her tightened so much that she let out a squeak. She had forgotten that it was dangerous to bite him when she had him worked up. “My Javier.”

He growled again, the possessive edge to it thrilling her, and shifted his hips against hers, nudging the head of his cock into her folds and brushing her clit with it. She moaned and raised herself up him and then slid downwards again, catching the crown of his length and forcing it down with her. It pressed close to her slick channel, teasing her with how near he was to entering her. It felt like miles away to her as she tried to shift him closer, ached to be one with him again.

Javier’s hand left her hip, guided his cock down to her entrance, and then he eased her onto it, slowly impaling her. The delicious sting of his hard length entering her, stretching her body to perfection, was blissful. She closed her eyes and captured Javier’s lips, kissing him as he withdrew and then thrust back into her, each stroke long and slow, filling her with more than desire. The connection between them through their blood was open, their minds as one as their bodies joined them, until she wasn’t sure where he ended and she began. She could feel all his love for her and how much he needed her. Each slow meeting of their hips, each careful stroke of his cock and word murmured against her lips between kisses, spoke to her of his fear during the fight with Lord Ashville, his devotion to her, and his intense need. Those feelings echoed within her heart and soul, perfectly matching his. She had been so afraid for him, had feared that she would lose him and that this bliss they had found would come to a terrible end. She loved him so much, needed him more than air and would do anything to be with him.

Anything.

“Javier, look at me,” she whispered and he moved back, slowly pumping her, his hands gentle against her hips. His eyes met hers and warmth flooded her, deep affection making her feel as though she was drowning in this moment, floating away on a sea of ecstasy. She moaned as he moved deeper inside her, his pelvis brushing her sensitive nub, and struggled to keep her eyes open. She looked into his, feeling open to him, laid bare by the connection between their blood and their bodies. “Yes.”

He frowned. “Yes?”

Lilah smiled and stroked his cheek, her gaze falling to his mouth as she swept her thumb across his lower lip before rising to meet his again. Her heart trembled in her throat, a timid thing that she hoped wouldn’t make him think that she didn’t mean what she was about to say because she meant it with her heart and her soul.

“Yes. It’s my answer.”

Javier groaned and thrust harder into her, as though that would clear her head and make her explain things. She moaned instead, losing her mind a little and forgetting what she was supposed to be saying. She writhed against him, her hands clutching his shoulders, and fought to keep sane enough. Perhaps she should have waited until after they had collapsed sated on his bed before bringing it up.

“Lilah,” he whispered on a moan and breathed deep, his thrusts slowing again, the longer strokes doing nothing to clear her head. “What are you saying?”

“You asked me...” Heaven could she even get the words out without gasping each one on a moan? Her stomach tightened, body involuntarily clenching his cock as her arousal soared, her hunger driving her. She wanted to climax again, needed it so fiercely. Needed Javier so fiercely. “Would I consent...”

It was no use. She couldn’t get it out when Javier was making love to her, the pleasure of it driving her out of her head.

Javier went deathly still, his wide eyes telling her that he had figured out the question she had been answering.

“You want to become a vampire?” When he said it so bluntly, in a voice that echoed his shock, it brought a blush to her cheeks and made her think twice about it.

“Yes.” That word was easy to say when she knew the joy it would bring them both. “I want you to turn me because I love you, Javier, and I want that forever you spoke about.”

Javier groaned and then kissed her breathless, his body still within hers. She smiled against his mouth, feeling his love flowing into her but unwilling to let him get away without saying the words to her too.

She raised herself and he moaned again when he met her down thrust, plunging his cock into her, restarting what they had been doing before she had interrupted his stroke. He kept things slow and tender, each kiss against her lips conveying his love for her. It still wasn’t enough.

“Will you?” she whispered against his mouth and he drew back again, staring deep into her eyes.

“I will,” he said with a wide smile and she moaned when he thrust into her again, struggling to keep her mind on track when she wanted to tell him to go faster and harder, to shatter the tight ball of energy gathering in her abdomen and give her a taste of bliss in his arms again. “I love you, Lilah... and I will have my forever with you.”

He brushed his mouth over hers, their tongues tangling as he drove into her, harder now, building her towards a climax that she knew would be the moment her life changed forever. Each long stroke of his cock, each brush of his pelvis against her clit, sent a tiny ripple of pleasure chasing along her thighs. She clung to him, kissing him, losing herself in the warmth of his feelings as they filled her mind, joining with hers.

It was beautiful.

She gasped into his mouth as her body tightened around his, clenching his cock as he plunged it deep into her, and a thousand tiny sparks exploded outwards from her core, heating her through and sending her trembling. Javier held her to him, his length throbbing within her, his mouth dropping to her throat.

Lilah closed her eyes and held Javier, tangling her fingers in his hair, melting in his strong embrace. She wasn’t afraid of him. He wasn’t a monster. He was the man that she loved and she wanted to be with him forever, wanted that fairytale ending that he had spoken to her about with the same ferocity as he did. He had fought for her and she had fought for him, and they had made it through together.

It was truly beautiful.

Javier wrapped his lips around her throat.

They had promised each other forever.

Lilah tipped her head back and sighed as his fangs entered her.

And he sealed it with an eternal kiss.

The End

T
hree weeks had passed since Callum had left London and headed to Paris to scout for performers for a new show at the theatre he ran with three other vampires, and it had been one week since he had last emailed Antoine, the aristocrat pureblood in charge of overseeing the performances at Vampirerotique.

He should have contacted him again by now. It wasn’t as though Callum hadn’t thought about it. He had booted up his laptop and started to type out the email every morning before retiring for the day. Yesterday, he had even reached the point of typing in his name at the end of the email before deleting the entire thing.

Callum leaned his back against the brass rail that edged the curved dark mahogany bar top, his green gaze scanning the occupants of the crowded room, picking out viable prey, potential performers, and identifying the species of each person his eyes fell on. Part of him was still working and it was that part that kept whispering that Antoine wouldn’t be angry with him for disappearing. If he just dropped a brief email or even a text message stating that he was still looking for performers but hadn’t spotted anyone worthy of joining the Vampirerotique family in the past week then Antoine would probably forgive him for disobeying his command to contact him daily.