Lorne (The Dark League 1) (8 page)

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Yes, right! Who are you trying to fool, when your pussy is dripping with desire? Lorne will smell it and he will take that as an invitation and you will, as always, spread your legs for the ass!‘

My juices were actually already soaking my panties and by the erection that was pressing against my belly I could tell that Lorne was already completely set on sex. He pulled out his fangs and kissed me. I tasted my blood on his tongue that he was pushing mercilessly into my mouth. I bit his lips and the taste of my blood mixed with his. We both groaned and our bodies rubbed yearningly against one another. He placed a hand under my bottom and I wrapped my legs around his middle as he lifted me up. Neither of us stopped kissing as he walked to the table with me in his arms and sat me on it. Quickly, we tore one another’s clothing from our bodies. When we were both naked Lorne pushed between my legs and thrust inside me. Our mouths again kissed wildly. Lorne thrust so hard inside me that the table moved a little with every thrust until it banged with a loud thud against the wall. I felt myself approaching the climax and pushed greedily towards Lorne’s thrusts. His face displayed his desire – his mouth half-open, his sharp canine teeth on show and his dark, blazing eyes that held my gaze. I cried out as the orgasm washed over me. My pussy muscles closed tightly around Lorne’s shaft and he groaned, throwing his head back, as he, too, reached the climax. His roar filled the room and I knew that everyone in the house could hear it. Everyone would know about my defeat, how I had again failed, again submitted to a man who was simply using me. Disillusionment wiped away the ecstasy that I had just felt. I placed my hands on Lorne’s chest and tried to push him away from me. He looked at me in confusion.

“What’s wrong with you?“ he asked.

“What’s wrong?“ I yelled and to my anger broke down in tears. “You’re asking what’s wrong?“

“Hey!“ said Lorne gently, pulling me into his arms, and although I should have resisted him, I snuggled into him, allowing myself to be consoled by him although he was the reason for my tears. That was so absurd that I started sobbing again.
 

“Trisha! What’s wrong? Tell me!“

“I won’t do this any more!“ I sobbed, pulling myself away from him. “I can’t do this any more! I can’t stand it any more. Please, Lorne, leave me in peace now! Stop using me like ... like a damn whore! Why do you treat me like ... like DIRT? As ... as if I were not worthy of you! You damn son of a bitch!“

Lorne

With a pounding heart, I stared at her. What had I done? In my pitiful attempt to resist what was between us, I had hurt her. Again and again. I could see that now. I saw it in her eyes and it simply broke my heart. Yes, I had treated her like dirt, had used her for my pleasure to calm my hunger for her and whilst doing so I had not considered
her
feelings at all. It had all been about
me!
– What I needed, what I did not want! Yet the old witch was right. I could not run away from my feelings.

“Please forgive me,“ I said miserably. I ... I ... I’m so sorry! You’re right! I have treated you like a whore, yet you’re the most important person in my life. Day and night I can only think of you. I’m incapable of staying away from you. I ...“

“But why?“ she sobbed. “Why are you doing this if you can allegedly only think of me? I understand the ...“

“I’m a coward, Trisha!“ I admitted, pained. “I never wanted
 
a mate because ... because ...“

“Because what?“

“My best friend, Serge had a mate. I had always admired their love but then ... One day she was killed by a Renegade. Serge could not get over her death. He went mad, ran amok and ...“ I suddenly had the awful day before my eyes.

“What happened then?“ asked Trisha quietly.

“I had no other choice. He ... he was mad and he killed people indiscriminately at a wedding celebration. It was awful.“

I could hear the screams as I approached the house. I had followed Serge, knowing that he was out of control. The house was decorated with garlands and balloons. An arch of white and red roses decorated the door. A woman was screeching loudly, a baby was screaming. Filled with horror, I rushed up the steps to the house and tore the door open. Corpses lay in the entrance and I almost stumbled over a girl of about eight years old whose big blue eyes were looking up at me without seeing. Her throat was cut, she was dead. I had to tear myself away from her gaze, I was petrified by what I saw, by what my best friend had done and, judging by the screaming, he was till raging. I stepped over the dead people and went into a festively decorated lounge. A wedding cake was standing on a long table at which the guests had been seated. Blood was pouring over white marzipan, dying the cream pink. The bride groom was lying a table, one of his arms torn from his body and red blood running from the stump, forming a huge pool of blood on the expensive Persian carpet. A baby was lying in a baby carrier, screaming. Some people had squeezed themselves into a corner and were whimpering and sobbing – a woman was praying quietly. Serge was standing in the middle of the room, the bride in his arms. Shock and fear were written across the young woman’s face. Her white dress was covered in blood and blood was running from a wound in her neck. Serge looked at me with bloodshot eyes – crazed eyes!

“Oh, Lorne! Have you come to the party, too?“ asked Serge, laughing. “I’ve left you a few. But this one here – this one belongs to me. The bride is mine, oh yes!
 
– But I’m happy to leave the baby to you, I’ve heard that baby blood is quite something!“
   

“Let the woman go, Serge!“ I said calmly, approaching him slowly.

“Pl-please!“ the bride stammered with fear. Her eyes looked at me beseechingly.

“Let her go, Serge! You’ve had enough for today, haven’t you?“ I persuaded my friend. “Come on, man! Let her go! She’s not your taste anyway!“

“You’re right! She’s too fat!“ said Serge, pushing the woman in my direction. “You can have her, then I’ll take the baby!“

The bride fell to the ground at my feet. I saw Serge taking a step towards a young woman who had by now grabbed the baby together with the carrier and was now taking cover behind an armchair. I leapt forwards and pulled my friend to the ground. I knew what I had to do. I had no choice!

“I killed him,“ I ended, my voice stifled.

“Oh my God!“ said Trisha sympathetically. “That ... that’s awful.“

I nodded.

“That’s the reason why I’ve sworn to myself never to take a mate. Because ... because I ...“ I looked at her, pained. “I could not get over losing you, Trisha. Just like Serge, I’d go mad. That’s why I’ve fought against it. But I couldn‘t stay away from you. Every hour that I’ve spent without you has been torture. I know now that it’s useless to run away from it. No matter whether I now officially make you my mate or not – in my heart you’ve been my mate for a long time!“

Tears poured from her eyes and I bent forward to kiss them away. I swore silently to myself that I would only make her happy from now on. I never again wanted to be the reason for her tears and I would I would hold to account anyone who hurt her, whether emotionally or physically. I would protect her, if necessary, with my life.

“I will never hurt you again,“ I promised, raw with emotion. “Forgive me, my darling. I will send a message to Victor, to ask officially for your hand. As soon as we have his agreement, we will hold the ceremony.“

“Victor? The vampire king? He has to give his agreement first?“ she asked me, with a clear trace of fear in her voice. “What if he says no? What will we do ...“

“Shhh!“ I interrupted her and looked at her intensely. “It’s all just a formality. I’ve never heard of a case where he has refused to agree to the ceremony. Everything will be fine, trust me!“

Chapter 5

Trisha

I could hardly believe it. But it was true. I had read the official letter from Victor myself. He had given his permission and wished us all the best for the future. Now I was standing here in the blood-red dress at the centre of attention and I was so nervous that I was afraid that I would seriously wet my pants.

“Don’t fidget like that,“ Charleene urged me quietly.

She was standing next to me as my blood sister, a sort of witness, and we were waiting for Lorne and his blood brother Sean.
 

“There they are!“ said Charleene quietly and I turned my attention from my skirt seam to the door where Lorne and Sean were just entering. Cheering greeted them. Lorne’s eyes fell upon me and I saw that he had suspiciously wet eyes. Love took my breath away and I grabbed Charleene’s hand.

“Everything’s OK. You see? There they are. He hasn’t changed his mind,“ Charleene joked, but I was not in the mood for joking. I felt quite miserable with anxiety.

Lorne look stunning. As his family had Scottish roots he was wearing a traditional kilt in green and blue, with a white shirt and boots. He did not take his eyes off me as he walked approached. He knelt down before me to fasten a small gold band around my right ankle, as a symbol of the fact that I belonged to him. Then he got up and gave me a beaming smile. Now it was my turn. I nervously took the somewhat thicker gold band from Charleene and knelt down before Lorne. I took his right wrist and put the gold bracelet around it. As I got up, Milton, who would lead the ceremony, stepped up to us and Lorne and I both stretched out our left arm. Milton took the ceremonial dagger from Sean. It had a silver blade and would leave a scar because wounds caused by silver never healed completely. Silver was the only thing to leave a scar on a vampire. Milton first drew the blade over the inside of Lorne’s forearm, then mine. I bit into my lip as the hot glowing pain went through me. Once we both had a heavily bleeding wound on our underarm, Sean stepped forward and first drank from Lorne, then from me. After that Charleene did the same. Finally Milton lay my arm on Lorne’s arm, wound on wound, so that our blood mixed and he wrapped a red cloth around our arms.

There was indeed no five course menu like at my cousin’s wedding, as of course none of those present were in a position to eat anything, but to make up for it alcohol flowed in streams and it was a merry party. I felt quite euphoric with happiness and had to look over at Lorne again and again to feast my eyes on him and assure myself that I was not dreaming. He actually belonged to me now. The gold band with my name on was proof and I was his. I lifted the hem of my dress a little to admire the small gold band.
 

“And you think you’ve won now?“ came a spiteful voice behind me. Goose bumps spread across my body. Davina! I had not seen her at the ceremony and thought that she would not take part. Her voice was so full of hatred that I had to breathe deeply first before confronting my arch rival. Slowly, I turned round to face her.
 

“What do you want, Davina?“ I asked and was proud by how strong my voice sounded. Inside I was anxious and agitated but I managed to appear calm.

“You won’t enjoy your happiness for long,“ hissed Davina, glaring at me angrily. “I’ll make sure of that!“

With these words she walked away and left the hall. I stood as if frozen, trying to compute what had happened. Of course I had not counted on Davina’s blessing, but that had just been an unambiguous threat. I had not expected that.
 

“Was that Davina just then?“ came Charleene’s voice next to me.
 

I turned my head and looked at her, then I nodded, still disturbed by the unexpected meeting.

“What did she want? I don’t think she was wishing you all the best for the future.“

“No!“ I replied, breathing in deeply. “She threatened me!“

“Threatened?“ my friend asked, horrified.
 

“Shh! Not so loud! Don’t let anyone hear.“

“What did she say?“ asked Charleene.

“She said that she’d see to it that I would not enjoy my happiness for long.“

“Damn! We have to report this. First we should let Lorne ...“

“No!“ I said to her sternly. “No one is to find out about this.“

“Why not? She’s threatened you!“

“What’s she going to do then? Kill me?“ I laughed, although I was not in the mood for laughing. “I don’t think I have much to fear from her. She’s angry. That was to be expected.“

“I’m not so sure that you’re right,“ said Charleene uneasily. “Davina’s a beast. She only thinks of her own ass and I believe her capable of all sorts. Don’t underestimate her! I won’t say anything right now but I’ve got my eye on her and if I get the feeling that she’s planning something then I’m going to Milton!“

“OK! Deal!“ I said. I hoped that I was not making a huge mistake, letting Davina get away with her threat.

***

Weeks passed and I began to forget about Davina’s threat. I enjoyed my happiness with Lorne. As I was now his mate I had changed from Milton’s team to Duncan’s where I could hunt side by side with my mate. There were nights when we had two or three missions and then again several days where nothing happened. We could patrol in small teams but we very rarely came across Renegades.
 

“Hey, you two!“ came Sean’s voice and I looked up. Lorne and I were sitting in the big hall on one of the sofas and had been looking into space, arm in arm, as at the moment there was a real slack period – no tip-offs about Renegades for six nights.

“Hi!“ I called back. Lorne only muttered and closed his eyes again, leaning his head back on the back rest.
 

“Man, are you a dozy pair. I thought we could go and get something to eat together? I was thinking of Italian. Are you coming?“ Sean laughed at his own joke. He loved choosing a specific nationality as a victim and then saying that he had eaten Chinese or Mexican.
 

“Thanks, but we’ve already eaten,“ replied Lorne with his eyes closed. “Fast food!“

I snorted with laughter and even Lorne started chuckling next to me.

“Fast food! OK! I thought you’d have a little more style, but fine, I’ll ask Charleene then.“