Vampire Dreams Revamped (A Sons of Navarus Prequel) (10 page)

He felt her body begin to tighten around his
cock and waited for her release with his own, but just before his
cock exploded into her, she snaked her tongue into his mouth to
wildly flick it over his fangs.

Pure ecstasy washed over him as her orgasm
milked his shaft while her tongue brought him a release so powerful
everything seemed to fade away but her.

“Oh God...Arden...”

Over and over, she whimpered in his ear as
he continued to pulse into her. When he’d finished, he sweetly
kissed her forehead. If she would just give him the final thing he
needed, she’d be his. Still inside her, he said softly, “Be with me
as I am. Mine forever.”

Arden’s gaze met his and for a moment he
feared he saw rejection. Had she misunderstood him or changed her
mind? Holding his breath, he awaited her answer.

Silently, she turned her head and pulled her
hair aside to reveal her neck. He needed no more answer and dipped
his head to kiss the skin below her ear.

“I love you.”

As she repeated those words to him, his
fangs pierced her skin and he began to drink. As the blood poured
down his throat, filling him with everything she was, he held her
tightly against his body.

At the moment of completion, he brought his
wrist to his mouth and opened it up for her to take him into her.
He gently pressed it to her lips and urged her to drink. Brandon’s
cock surged as her mouth softly sucked on his wrist. Each sensual
pull sent more of him into her, changing her into one of his
kind.

Her sweet brown eyes stared into his as she
drank from him, and he watched in awe as she began to transform in
front of his eyes into a vampire like him. Gradually, the skin that
had so recently been kissed by the sun began to pale to porcelain
as she became a creature of the night. Never again would she have
the rays of the sun on her face to pinken her skin. Her eyes too
began their change to those of a vampire. For from this moment on,
she would see as other nocturnal souls of their world.

When she lifted her mouth from his wrist,
sated for the moment, he spied the tell-tale teeth of one like
him—her canines drew to sharp points and dripped with his blood.
Gently, he stroked his finger over them and watched her eyes close
in ecstasy.

“Brandon...”

“Yes, love?”

Her eyes opened and she looked up at him,
her face full of love. Reaching out to her, he tenderly touched her
cheek.

“Promise me you won’t leave me alone.”

Brandon understood her fear. She’d lost
everyone close to her and now she was in a new world, a completely
different person from whom she’d been. He remembered his turning
and silently pledged to be even more than Vasilije had been to
him.

“You’ll never be alone. I’m your sire, and
you’re mine to protect. I swear no one will ever hurt you
again.”

Arden leaned her head into his hand and
closed her eyes as a tiny smile formed on her lips. “My
Brandon.”

Trailing kisses over her face and neck, he
closed the pinholes he’d made. “Mine,” he whispered to her as his
tongue gently slid over her skin before they fell into a deep
sleep.

***

As the sun set, Arden felt her body come
alive. She felt her blood coursing through her veins just as she
did the first time she felt the sun go down. Since that first night
she'd awoken vampire, each sunset made her marvel at how alive she
felt. Never as a human had her body and mind been like this.

She turned to her right to find Brandon as
she had every night since he’d sired her. He lay naked next to her,
beautiful in sleep. His dark lashes sat below his eyes on his pale
skin shrouding the eyes so full of love for her. Arden watched as
his broad chest moved up and down with each breath, so powerful
even as he rested. He was the picture of perfection in every way.
Gently, she caressed his muscular body with her fingertips,
exciting him with just a mere touch. She ran her hands over the
flat planes of his stomach to his hardened cock and gripped him. By
the third stroke, his eyes were open and his fangs had dropped into
his mouth.

“I love waking up with you next to me,” he
said as he leaned over to kiss her.

“Evening, sire,” she cooed, knowing her pet
name excited him.

“Come here,” he ordered and pulled her on
top of him.

“Brandon, I smell dinner. We don’t want to
keep Mrs. Benson waiting,” she teased.

“Dinner can wait,” he growled as he
positioned her on him.

Straddling his hips, she rubbed herself on
his hardened cock, enjoying the effect she had on him. Each evening
as if they were newlyweds, they reveled in one another’s body, and
each time Arden fell even more in love with him.

She moaned next to his ear when he held her
fast to him. “I love you.”

Sliding into her, he said in a voice that
signaled his need, “And I you.”

Arden sighed as he touched the spot deep
inside her that brought her ecstasy. Over and over, he stroked in
and out of her body, creating the exquisite sensations that carried
her to heaven each night.

“Oh God, Brandon!”

Her mouth eagerly sought out his, and she
slid her tongue in to caress the inside of his mouth as his cock
caressed the inside of her.

Brandon turned his head away from her and
pulled her to his neck in an offering. “Drink, my sweet Arden.”

As he plunged into her, satisfying her as
completely as any woman could ever desire, she pressed her fangs
into his skin and tasted the sweetness of his blood. As it hit her
tongue and ran down her throat, nourishing her, she drew from him
the life only he could offer.

She knew he was close to coming and drank
her fill as he exploded into her. Eager to feel the same
sensations, she closed where she’d fed and offered him her
neck.

“Take from me as I have from you. Let me
nourish you, my love.”

In an instant, his fangs were piercing her
skin, and he tenderly drew from her vein as he held her close to
him. She felt him grow hard inside her, and as he sucked the blood
from her, she rode him, needy for the release their joining
provided.

As he took her into him, he murmured against
her skin, “Feel me as I take from you and give you myself.”

With one last thrust, she came apart,
holding his body to hers as waves of pleasure rolled over her. He
was her sire, the one who'd first saved her human life and then had
given her new life as a vampire. Everything she was she was because
of him.

"My sire..." she whispered into his ear.
"It's time to rise and meet the night."

Brandon kept his eyes shut but smiled. "I'd
prefer to stay right here."

"You promised me you'd take me back to
Vasilije's tonight. He hasn't seen us since you sired me."

Rolling over, he faced her and opened his
eyes. "Why do you want to return to Vasilije's so badly? Why do you
wish to see my sire?"

Arden kissed him lightly on the lips. "Is
that jealousy I hear in your voice? Are you jealous of
Vasilije?"

"Jealous of him? No. Unsure of how you'll
see him? Yes."

Sitting up, she looked down at the man she
loved completely. For weeks he'd shown her his world and shared
everything he was with her. No corner of his life had been left in
the shadows, except for the part that included his sire. Now she
understood why. For as much as she adored him, Brandon feared he'd
lose her to another man.

"You are my life, Brandon. You are the moon
and the stars I marvel at each night. Without you, my life would be
empty because I'd be without the one I love. You have no reason to
worry about Vasilije."

"There's always reason to worry about
Vasilije, Arden. He wanted you for his own."

Brandon turned away from her, but she pulled
him back to face her. "Do I have no say in who I want for my
own?"

"Of course you do. Even now, if you told me
you wanted another, I would sever the bond I control as your sire
and give you your freedom."

"Then why do you dread taking me to see
him?"

Brandon hesitated. "It isn't you. It's
him."

"Do you think there's anything he can give
me that would make me want to give up the life I have with you? Is
he so wealthy that he can buy me? Is he so caring that I will
forget the man I adore is you? What is it that this Vasilije has
that is better than what you are?"

"He has a way about him that women can't
seem to deny him whatever he wants."

Just saying the words seemed to make Brandon
even more concerned. Arden barely remembered his sire, but no
matter what he had it didn't matter. "Brandon, do you believe I
love you?"

"Yes."

"And do you love me?"

"More than I can express, Arden. You're my
every wish fulfilled, my every fantasy come to life."

"Then I can't imagine what your sire could
possibly offer me to make me turn away from such love."

Chapter
Nine

For the first time in his existence as a
vampire, Brandon stood as a proud sire. As he waited to introduce
Arden to his sire, he reveled in the tender feeling of having her
by his side. But even now, as she squeezed his hand gently and
smiled to let him know everything was going to be okay, he worried
something would happen tonight to ruin the happiness he had with
her.

Drawing his hand to her lips, she softly
kissed his fingers and whispered, "Brandon, I know he's your sire,
but he doesn't deserve this."

The door opened and as Stanton greeted them
in his usual kind manner, Brandon remembered the dread he felt the
last time he and Arden had come to this house. She was right. As
his sire, he deserved his respect. Nothing more.

At the entrance to the sitting room, he
looked at the woman who had made his life so wonderful. It was time
to show the one who'd made him that he was his equal now.

"Brandon, you're here!" Vasilije said from
across the room. "Come, please sit both of you."

"Vasilije, I'd like to formally introduce
you to Arden, my vampire," Brandon said proudly. If he'd expected
his sire to be difficult, he was nothing short of stunned when he
took her hand and led her away over to the window.

His first instinct was to pounce, to protect
her from the man he feared Vasilije would be that night, but
Brandon watched in surprise as his sire was exactly the gentleman
he should be.

"Arden, you are lovely. I can see why
Brandon was so eager to make you his vampire," Vasilije said in the
voice Brandon happily recognized as the one he used when he wasn't
trying to seduce.

"Thank you, Vasilije. I'm very fortunate to
have a sire like Brandon. You should be congratulated for having
such a wonderful vampire."

Vasilije smiled and turned toward Brandon.
"She's delightful. And I can see she's perfect for you,
Brandon."

"Oh? How is that?" Arden asked in a voice
tinged with sharpness.

He saw Vasilije heard that sharpness loud
and clear. Turning back toward her, he answered, "Brandon is one of
my favorites. He deserves a vampire who is every bit as wonderful
as he is."

"Then may the two of us strive to be as
great as the one who joins us, Vasilije."

Turning to face Brandon, Vasilije flashed a
devilish grin. "You may have bitten off more than you can chew with
this one, Brandon. But I trust you'll do fine."

More of Vasilije's guests began to file into
the room and before long, Brandon and Arden were just two of many
vampires enjoying a night out at his home. The usual fare of great
food and sensual offerings were on the menu, but for Brandon, the
best part of the night had come when Vasilije had been the sire
he'd always wished he would be.

As the night wore on and the guests settled
in for a night of debauchery, Brandon quietly led Arden out into
the night air, happy to be alone with her once again.

"You were everything I knew you to be,
Brandon," she said sweetly as they stood on the front steps to
Vasilije's home. "I hope you don't mind that I spoke to him like
that. I simply wanted him to know who he was dealing with in
us."

Tilting her chin up, he kissed her lips and
smiled. "You were perfect. Even he was charmed."

Arden wrapped her arms around his neck and
pressed her forehead to his. "Brandon, I meant what I said to him.
We can only hope we'll be as wonderful someday as the one who joins
us."

***

The house was silent, except for the sound
of her footsteps across the floor above him. Brandon sat at his
desk in his study finishing his work for the night. Another letter
to write to the caretaker at his house in Cornwall, another bill to
pay for the electrician who'd fixed the wiring last week. He could
have done this all online, but he preferred the old-fashioned
way.

As he made his way up the stairs to their
bedroom, as he had every night for one hundred and sixty-two years,
he remembered the first night he silently climbed those very stairs
to gaze on her beauty in the room that now served as her private
spot where she wrote her children's books. He'd fallen in love that
night and still adored her as much now as he had then. Even more
because she had given him the life he'd always wished for—a life
with that one soul in this world who meant more to him than life
itself.

"Did you get everything done?" she asked
with a smile. How many times had she'd told him with that same
little smile she wore to let the computer do the work or to at
least call people on the telephone instead of handwriting
letters?

Nodding, he lay down beside her and took her
in his arms. Still the same beautiful woman she'd been when he'd
first turned her, she kissed him with the lips he'd adored for so
long, and he silently gave thanks to be given such a precious gift.
He'd made love to her so many times, but each night felt like the
first time when she took him into her and gave herself to him.