Coming back from Stockholm, Alex decided to live at his private and peaceful paradise nestled in the woods, a modern timber house with walls of glass and windows, and a good 45-minute drive from the city. With open-plan spaces, natural light would fill the place during daylight, but that night, the house stood seeped in darkness or at least a part of it.
Alex couldn’t feel emptier. It seemed to him, as he lay motionless in his king-size bed, that his life had now become one giant black hole without her beside him. And now, all he could ever do was wait. Wait for her to come to him. He was never a patient man, and he never learned to be patient since he was never made to wait for anything or anyone. But all he ever seemed to be able to do now was wait.
For her.
Coming back to the glasshouse was something he would never have wanted to do if he was given the liberty to choose. The place was a keeper of many memories during his youth that he would instead continue to ignore. But he knew they couldn’t risk it. They couldn’t risk being seen together. So he had to temporarily abandon his sweet and luxurious suite in the heart of the city while she was in town.
The house was very quiet. He could phase and go for a run, but running wasn’t something he had in mind to drain all the emotions that had been cooped up inside him. And after the stunt that Mira did earlier that day, he needed his release.
He turned around. His phone that lay close to himself had finally stopped vibrating. As soon as their family’s private jet had landed that morning, people―especially his family―had suddenly wanted to speak to him. Like he was gone for months!
Bored and slowly feeling restless, Alex dragged himself to his mini bar downstairs for a glass of bourbon whisky. His third glass that night. Then he went back to his room, took a long sip, and flopped onto his back on his bed.
Then the knock he had been waiting for finally came, and he was immediately on his way to the front door. Pulling the front door open, his eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth to speak, but his mouth was instantly covered with another mouth. He was pushed back, and the door was kick shut.
The kiss was rough and thorough.
“I missed this mouth,” Francine whispered into his lips and gave him a shove, thrusting him back.
Alex didn’t waste any time and scooped her up in his arms and brought her up to his room. They both found their hands tugging at each other’s clothes in no time. Francine’s dress dropped to the floor and she quickly joined Alex, who was already stark naked on the bed.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” Alex said, mesmerized at the beauty right before his very eyes.
Francine quickly closed the space between them. “For you,” she muttered incoherently against his throat before sinking her teeth into the flesh at the crook of his neck. Euphoria filled her as Alex’s blood rushed into her mouth, coating her tongue with his sweet and exotic taste.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Alex moaned at the delicious chills racing through his body. He could feel his wolf purring, begging for more. “I can sense your venom.”
“I can sense your beast,” Francine whispered. “Don’t phase. You can’t mark me.”
“I know. Don’t worry. I won’t,” he assured her.
They stared at each other for a moment, both pairs of eyes filled with desire. The heated gaze sent bolts of electricity straight to Francine’s center, and she pushed her hips into him. Desperate for that friction.
Alex carefully shifted them until her back hit the hardwood of the headboard. His mouth was on hers in no time, tongue sweeping through her lips with no delay, and she moaned as she sank into him. He cradled her in his lap, breaking the kiss before she sank her teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulder again, and in seconds, she began to suck his blood gently.
Alex began to breathe more heavily while he relaxed and completely exposed his neck to her. His hand slid down to her center. Her body was fully pressed against the headboard, and she arched against him when he started rubbing her flesh.
"Alex," Francine whispered against his skin, voice seductive. It was all too much for her to handle—his sweet blood in her mouth and his fingers in her throbbing center. "Don’t stop. I-I can’t seem to stop...your blood."
Alex smiled. He very much knew why the vampire was a slave to his touch and the scent of his blood. He was her mate, and just like how much he was bound to her scent and entire being, she was just as deeply enthralled and entranced by the smell of him and the taste of his blood.
Francine’s hands gripped and tugged harder at his hair. Suddenly she felt his grip tightened further on her, and she buried her fangs to the hilt into his soft neck when he pushed in two fingers into her. The vampires moaned loudly and sucked some more. But Alex didn’t mind. Every cell and fiber of him was zeroed in on her warm mouth and fangs. He felt his eyes glazing over with lust as she clutched his back with her free hand while he buried his third finger into her.
He held her tighter with his other free hand, his instincts starting to cloud over his effort not to lose control and phase from the erotic sensation of her fangs in the sensitive skin of his neck.
Then Francine pulled back and ripped her fangs out of his neck with a loud roar. Her head was spinning, drunk off of him. Alex’s mouth latched onto her neck, wasting no time, his fingers pumping her fast. She groaned against his ministrations. She was close to reaching her peak, but she had another plan she wanted to do with him in her mind. And with one swift move, she pulled out of his fingers and quickly had him on his back. Her tongue swiped the blood on the corner of her lips, making sure she had not wasted any of his sweet juice before she covered his mouth with hers.
Her hands ran along his biceps and threaded her fingers through his hands, and pressed them above his head, leaning in so close. Alex let out his tongue and teased her breasts that were mere inches from his face.
“Give me those. They’re fucking mine.”
She smiled and leaned in some more until Alex captured one nipple into his mouth. She moaned and pulled away and pushed him back.
“Be still,” she ordered, and Alex laid his head down.
Her hands abandoned his, and her hungry mouth began to suck a teasing wet path over his chest, lapping at each of Alex’s nipples. She sucked them into her mouth, biting. Alex jerked his hips up into her. Grinning, she moved lower and then took her time as she traced each ridge of his abs with her tongue. She smiled when she felt his muscles tensed. Then she continued her journey down south until her cheek brushed against his erection. She looked up at him through her lashes and saw him with his head thrown to the side.
“Fuck, Francine, quit playing already…” Alex’s hands clenched so tight in the sheets. Then he let his wolf let a roar when he felt her tongue playing with his head.
Francine’s fangs retreated, but her eyes glowed when she grabbed Alex by the base and slipped her mouth over his hard cock. Alex immediately let out a string of curses. And when her tongue swirled over the top, and she sucked him, his hips raised. She concentrated on licking and sucking him, taking him in as far as she could.
Grunts and moans flew out of Alex's mouth, which, in turn, only encouraged Francine to run her tongue along the underside of his manhood. She lapped from the base all the way to the tip, then sucking the tasty fluid that gathered in the small slit.
“Fuck!” Alex bellowed, finally reaching his breaking point. Without giving Francine any warning, he lifted her to straddle him. Francine’s gasped when his pulsing erection pushed into her wet slit. The vampires threw her head back, screaming when he filled her in one hard thrust.
Their pace soon picked up, furious. The movement of their hips was urgent and rough as they both climbed fast to their climax. Their heavy breathing and in-between screams echoed through the room. They were now both needy and were moving fast and hard. Then Alex’s hand crept between them, and he started to brush his thumb against the sensitive flesh between her folds again. This earned him an instant reaction from the vampiress as he sent her plummeting over the edge, screaming for him. The orgasm burst up her spine and spread throughout her body. She trembled on top of him.
Alex followed closely behind her as she clenched around him. A loud groan fell from his lips. They shuddered as they rode on the wave of pleasure. Their eyes closed as they momentarily tried to catch their breaths. Soon, Francine collapsed on top of him in a tangled heap; her head pressed tight into his neck, chest heaving.
After a moment, she felt warm hands stroked up and down her back. When she finally regained an ounce of strength, she pushed up slightly and slid off to curl into Alex’s side.
For a long moment, they chose not to say anything and just listened to their pounding hearts until Francine felt her eyes growing heavy. Then she spoke, “I really missed you.”
Alex smirked, planting a quick kiss on her lips.
After meeting and chasing her around in Stockholm, this was them now, more passionate and affectionate with each other. He didn’t care that he had to cut his business meeting in China; his mate was the most important thing in his life now.
He finally persuaded the vampire royalty that it was time for her to fight for what was destined to be hers, him. Although they both knew that the only conclusion they would receive for defying the treat was death, Alex had come to convince Francine that not choosing to be with him, her mate, was just cruel and more painful than death itself.
Fuck the treaty, he had told her.
After fighting and nearly killing Alex when the latter refused to fight back, Francine finally cast behind her loyalty to the treaty, and now, all she could feel was pain and thirst and hunger when she wasn’t with him. It was the curse of having a mate, her grandmother once told her. Yet, after one night with Alex, she no longer cared about anything.
Damn the treaty, she soon kept telling herself.
“And I need someone to run some errands for me,” she added when she remembered she hadn’t really packed anything when she left Stockholm.
Alex shifted and dropped his lips to her cheek, gently kissing it before reaching for his phone on the bedside table. He sighed, scrolled down, and then pressed his phone against his ear.
“Lucas, tell Ms. Fritz to meet me tomorrow morning at the grand salon at the Sanson Hotel tomorrow.”
“What? Why?” Lucas asked, sounding perplexed.
“Just do it. Tell your human to meet me tomorrow morning. I have an even more important job for her to do.”