Can a Vespera love a vampire?

Can a Vespera love a vampire?
The tension in the room was heavy.

Baran’s final words echoed in the silence, and my heart pounded, heavy with dread.

I felt Hawke’s hand brush against mine and the coldness alleviated my worries. He held it and squeezed softly as if telling me that everything would be alright. 

But I didn't think it would ever be.

I lifted up my head to look at him. “Would I be a selfish bitch if I still want us to run away?” 

Hawke didn’t answer right away. He just stared at me in an affectionate way that made it irresistible not to flush under his doting gaze.

Then, finally, he spoke. “No. You wouldn’t be selfish. You’d be exactly the woman I want.”

His hands rose to cradle both sides of my face as he went on. “Nyx, I can’t stand the thought of hiding while they do whatever they want with Eloise. You know what she’s up against and I’m all she has.”

I wanted to argue that she’s been blind for over 180 years and should be able to fend for herself by now, especially while we steal these few months for ourselves until my memory returns.
But she was his little sister. How could I ever ask him to choose me over her?

He leaned in and kissed me, and I felt tears spill from my eyes, my chest aching from the weight of it all.

“Don’t cry, please,” he murmured against my lips, his voice tinged with frustration and sorrow. “I’ll be with you almost constantly. I’m under house arrest, remember? We can even ask to live together. I won’t let you face him on your own. Not ever.”

I swallowed hard as he kissed my tears. 

I—” Hawke paused, his gaze softening. “I love you.”

I blinked. The world around me fell quiet as those three words echoed loudly in my ears. 

“I love you.”

“Have you ever said that to me before?” I murmured, a flush creeping across my cheeks. I didn't think he had told me he loved me before. If I had forgotten due to my amnesia. I would hang myself.

“No,” he replied, shaking his head, then squeezed my cheeks between his fingertips. A triumphant grin curved his lips. “And I’ve never spoken those words to anyone else, either.”

A trembling breath slipped past my lips as the weight of his confession sank deep into my chest.
I never imagined I’d hear those words from another man, talkless of a vampire. 

And deep down, I wasn’t even sure what I truly felt for him.
Was it nothing more than intense, uncontrollable desire? Or did I feel secure with him simply because he’d been the one unraveling me, again and again, with pleasure?

He looked like he was waiting for my response but my heart was thudding so hard it hurt.

I couldn't reply or say what I believe he might want to hear. 

“I know you still have feelings for Armen.” He said, and my eyes snapped to him. 

How did he even know that? I hadn’t directly thought of Armen’s name in my mind.

“I’m not trying to burden you or anything. I only want you to know my true feelings before we move into Vale’s Estate.” 

“So, moving to his home is the only solution at the moment?” I asked, suddenly aware of how sad I felt, even in his presence. 

Truly, I would rather take your advice and stay away from Vale.

I said in my mind when he didn't reply instantly. 

Let’s live with him. We’ll be able to find his weakness this way. 

Hawke’s voice echoed in my mind and I caught his piercing blue eyes lingering on me. 

“I need to kiss you again. If there’s even a part of you that feels the same, kiss me first.” His voice was deep, low, and seductive. It was intoxicating me like an aphrodisiac drug. 

I caught his visible swallow as his hungry gaze dropped to my lips. 

I’d expected him to take control. Like to grab my face and claim the kiss if I hesitate too long.

But he didn’t.

He stayed perfectly still. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink.

He just stood there, as if certain I would kiss him, regardless of how tangled my emotions were.

I licked my lips consciously. My hands trembled slightly as I tiptoed and reached up. I curled them around his neck and pulled him down.

I kissed him.

Not gently. Passionately. Like I’d been holding back for too long.

He responded instantly. 

His mouth claimed mine with the kind of hunger that made my pussy clenched with need. His arms locked around me, anchoring me in place as his lips moved against mine with an urgency that made my knees weaken. 

I could taste his affection, the restraint, and his hunger. The combination stirred something inside my blood. 

It was Syndra—the lustrous serpent that had always been part of me.

It couldn't have picked a better time to let me know she was truly awakened.

I could feel a rush of sensation as she moved, uncoiling in my blood like she was starving for more of his kiss than me.

It was a shock. I wanted to tell her that this was the vampire I picked. Not the one she was attracted to!

But then, I realized that if she hadn't thought Hawke was worthy, he would have been dead by now. 

I believed she might like Hawke too even though he's two ranks below Zenith, whom she usually lusts after. 

I felt her in the heat rising under my skin, in the way my hands moved to tangle in his hair, and in the tingling ache blooming low between my thighs.

I kissed him deeper not just to answer him, but to prove something to myself. That I wanted him not only with the hunger Syndra stirred, but because he was completely mine, and I wanted him more than she could ever lust for.

Then suddenly, a sudden wave tore through me, I shut my eyes to contain the orgasm.

It was fast, fierce, and unexpected. 

My breath caught as tremendous ecstasy rolled through my body from just kissing him.

I gasped into his mouth, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing left in the world.

His big hands gripped my waist and they glided to my ass, squeezing and shoving me against the nearest wall, his thick, long erection pressing my inner thighs.

He broke the kiss and cursed under his breath.
I was in a worse state… panting, trembling as my pussy reacted like a ravenous bitch. 

It pulsed profusely, over and over, like it had a mind of its own. 

I hated how desperate I wanted to be fucked by multiple men right now. But a part of me was so shameless and eager to experience all her holes ravaged at the same time that I couldn't feel ashamed. In fact. I craved it.

Syndra laughed darkly at my confession. Her voice was low, hot, and wicked.

It kept echoing in my mind like a siren’s call.

The sound shimmered through me until I could barely hear it anymore.

My body kept shaking, overwhelmed by the burn spreading through every nerve.

I was so soaked, I could feel my fluid slide shamelessly down my thighs.

“Do you want me to make love to you before you dress up?” Hawkee asked, his voice so deep and rough that it sent a rush of heat to my lower stomach. 

Just as I was about to say “Yes, please”—

Knock-knock.