[Sam’s POV]
Max, Damen, and I decided to blow off some steam at a club owned by Max’s Gamma tonight. I really wasn’t in the mood for the club scene but had this feeling we needed to be there. Chris, Max’s Gamma, set us up with the best VIP room at the club. He spoiled us with lap dances, and an open bar in our room. This is not my scene at all, but we each make sacrifices for each other.My senses kept tingling and I just could not get myself into the women, besides they are all human and I have zero interest in human women. I decided to check out the rest of the club for a bit instead. I took the stairs near the VIP room to perch at one of the balcony tables for some people-watching. Sitting in solitude at one of the tables overlooking the club, I was having trouble focusing. My attention kept getting drawn towards the tables where the groups of people sat to socialize by the bikini dancers.
Stopping myself from trying to fight my lack of concentration so that my senses can refocus, my eyes land on the angelic aura of a beautiful woman. She looks as bored as I am, as she sits next to a few men who don’t even notice she is with them. Then, I see the wretched and resident mean girl, Chelsea, slither her way to their table. Chelsea, she is a devious and cunning wolf who stops at nothing to dig her claws into as many men as she can. She prefers to prey on men who are in a relationship. She is disgusting and has no shame.
Using my strong vampire sight, I notice the beautiful woman looking uncomfortable, disappointed, and sad as Chelsea drags the man who was sitting next to her, away from her to the dance floor. My guess is that fucker was her boyfriend. Not anymore! I continue to watch her, as if we are the only two people in the world. A tear rolls down her cheek as she grabs her little purse, leaves the table, and goes towards the VIP lounge and restroom hallway.
My chest is tight, filled with longing, pain, and a drive to comfort her. She looks human and I don’t know what is causing this connection to her. My entire body freezes in place and time for a while. Knowing I need to break this spell, and get closer to her, I fight my mind for several minutes before I place my drink on the table and head down the stairs to go find her. I must know what this connection is.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I felt hands on my chest. Not just any hands, but hands that sent waves of pleasure, electricity, and warmth through my body. I often joked that the only way I would find my mate is if they collided into me and tonight that joke shines so bittersweet on me. Standing in front of me are the beautiful mahogany speckled-brown eyes of my mate. It is her! The woman whose boyfriend was snatched away by that man-eater Chelsea. What an interesting turn of fate, I thought to myself as I slowly took in every inch of this goddess before me. My god, she is gorgeous! As I stare into her mysterious and hypnotic eyes, I feel my mind and soul being intertwined with her mind and soul. My mouth opened, and the word “mine” came out with a growl.
Happy that I found her, I couldn’t move. I just kept staring deeply into her eyes, as if in a trance. This does not happen to me. I am the Vampire Prince. Never have I been in a trance or felt such a strong energetic pull to someone. Yet here she is pulling me deeper into her. As the intensity of her stare increased and the electrical bond strengthened between us, I could see her life flood my mind and flash before me. It was so powerful and traumatic.
From the day she was born to present, I watched her memories of being abused, raped, tormented, broken, dumped, beaten, battered, told over and over by so many people throughout her life that she was worthless and less of a human. My god, she has been tormented since childhood. She keeps trying, fighting, and going without any real help. She is such a wonderful mother. She has a child! She is poor.
Who is this man she is dating? He never pays for anything or offers to help her, yet he knows her situation. What a piece of shit. Most of the men in her life have been or are pieces of human filth! Every fucking person, except for a select few, have taken turns breaking her into so many small pieces. I saw everything, every single struggle, every torturous assault, and felt every drop of her pain. I want to kill every one of them!
As I gain control of my mind, I see her eyes close, and she starts to fall to the ground. I swoop my arms under her and bring her to me, lifting her up, and carrying her bridal style to the VIP room. Max and Damen mind link me, (a skill that the three of us have with each other and not just with our own kind) and are shouting about what they saw from my connection to her. I hear them both scream “Mate,” while feeling their overwhelming pain, and realize that she is not just mine, but theirs as well. This is fucking crazy! I gain my composure, carry her into the VIP room, and hold her while I sit on one of the sofas. I reposition her with her head on my lap, as Max grabs his coat to place under her head, and Damen lays his coat on her body to warm her.
Staring down at her beautiful face, I am taking in all her features while Max’s men remove all the women from the room. Here lying in my lap is my mate. The person I have waited thousands of years for, finally found and in my arms. Her long dark mahogany hair has streaks of rich dark reds, a spectrum of light to dark browns, and several platinum blonde strands artistically woven in. Her skin is olive toned with slight hints of pink in her face. She is curvy and has the most delicious looking breasts that I have ever seen. They are definitely a size D; I want so badly to bite and suck on them; fuck I feel like a perv right now. A scar runs from her collarbone down her cleavage line, which I want to follow with my fingertips until I touch her sweet flower. The memory of her heart surgery as a small child pulls up in my head. She has a little mom tummy and sexy legs. She is short, probably 5’4”. Her eyes are almond shaped, and her lips are a soft kissable light red with a plumpness I
[Gia’s POV]A slow acoustic alternative song in a man's beautiful voice is playing in my mind, as I drive towards my destination. “I am ready, willing, and waiting on you,” was all that I needed to text him. My crush, the man who I have spent the last two years on and off talking to and messaging on social media and our phones. I don’t know why I am taking this risk, knowing my heart and soul are at stake. We had two mediocre dates, and both times he blew me off for at least six months. I knew the moment our eyes first locked on one another that we are soulmates. His big beautiful brown eyes, his sexy hair perfectly spiked in his hawk, and skin so divine that I wanted to lick every inch of him. I am so stupid for doing this. I know that I am just giving him my body and it will all be over after, but I need to be with him tonight. So badly I have fought these urges with him, and now I cannot even think straight. Driving up highway 169 from Shakopee to his house in Minneapolis, weari
Before my mind could continue that realization and suck me into the darkness that often swallowed me, he disrupted it as he cupped his lips on my clitoris and sucked. Placing a finger inside of me he asserted himself more by licking and sucking every sensitive cell of my flower. Feeling the pulsating sensations of his tongue and lips in and on me, my body started having waves of warm pleasure and shocks cascading up and down. My mind went into another dimension, as his blissful mouth continued the consumption of my arousal. Trying so hard not to scream in intense pleasure, I tugged on my bottom lip with my teeth to force the sounds from erupting out of me. He did not waiver, and continued as I met multiple orgasms. I have no idea how he pleasured me with his mouth and tongue for over an hour, and I became completely vulnerable to him. So vulnerable that my normal tenacious will power was completely broken down. After the fourth orgasm, he licked up every drop of my nectar, stood up
“Gia, wake up… “Gifted you with three,” I hear these words on repeat, as my aching mind starts to wake me up. Dream-like visions danced through my sleep. Visions of wolves, demons, angels, and vampires. Where am I? Hold on, I am laying on something, wait, rather someone. What is going on? Last, I remember, James ditched me for that hot woman, I ran to the restroom, patted water on my forehead and neck, and was going to look for an exit. Then, oh my God! That is right, I ran straight into a man, more like a god. Did I hit my head? He was so beautiful! Did he pick me up off the floor or something? Am I laying on him? As I questioned all this my anxiety rose. I must face the music and open my eyes. Open your eyes, I yelled at myself! Be brave I told myself as I forced my eyes open. As soon as my eyes adjusted, I look and see my head is on a man’s shoulder. His scent smells like the freshest air that I have ever smelled with a mixture of what smells like Ylang-Ylang essential oils and
As the first song came to an end, Max and Damen smiled as they stepped back away from Sam and I to sit on the sofa across from us. “We each want a dance with you separately our Gia, my doe,” Max melodically insisted. The three of them seem to speak without saying anything out load, as if they communicate telepathically. It was strange but also very intriguing. Feeling Sam’s body move from my backside, the sparks and tingles moved as his arms spun me around to face him. My heart raced as our eyes locked. Dark red speckles blended into his obsidian eyes. He stood at least a foot taller than me with his every defined muscle in full revelation through his tight black shirt. Suddenly, he lifted me and placed my feet upon his. While continuing his gaze into my soul, he rested my hands upon his shoulders, and his hands at my hips. His movements ever swift and graceful, that my eyes could not keep track of them. I remember reading once that the human eye can only see up to thirty to sixty
[Unknown POV] Sometimes my patience wanes waiting for my plans to sprout. As I look around my grand throne hall at the creatures of the night taking care of their debaucherous desires, my appetite to slaughter increases. This need to bathe in blood is never fully satisfied. Only this damn female Bridge will quench my bloodlust. “Where the fuck is Chelsea and Josiah,” I demand to my subordinates. Thanatos, my commander mind links Josiah to order that he check in. Thanatos was once the God of death. If it had not been for Hercules and Sisyphus, Death would have still ruled and been feared by mortals and immortals alike. He fell to their traps and was transformed into a dark angel with the assignment of guiding souls to the Netherworld. After careful planning and execution, I freed him of the vice grip held by Jav Atropos, King of the Netherworld. Now, he is my indentured and loyal servant. I do love his creativity on ways to kill people and he is very pleasing to look at. “They will b
[Gia’s POV]Max’s words struck my very core, causing my body to tremble with pulsating need for our skin to be in full contact. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined or thought of being in the situation I am in right now. These three stunning and chiseled men, beasts, or figments of my imagination have my entire being flying so high right now.That small pang of doubt keeps trying to rear its ugly head in me, by making me think this is not real, a trick, a very bad trap, but the compelling sensations I feel pull me back to this moment. Damen stares up at me with his ice blue eyes, as he strokes my thighs. His black pupils have morphed into cat-like vertical slits, and his canines have protruded into fangs.Max moves my hips back and forth on his bulging erection, which is so perfectly fit between my lady bits. Sam has now reached out one of his hands to fondle my left breast, his eyes still burning garnet in color. I don’t know what I am doing, and my willpower, logic, and
[Sam’s POV]Gia’s orgasmic and pleasurable moans were the most divine and euphonious music I have ever heard. None of us planned on taking it this far with her tonight. Granted she is our mate, and it is natural for mates to seal the bond upon first meeting each other. With her being human though, we wanted to wait and give her time, but she is so intoxicating.I haven’t had issues with self-control since my early days of being a youngling vampire. “We need to take her home,” I said softly to Max and Damen. “I don’t want to let her go,” Max said with a low growl. “I don’t either, but...” I started to say when Damen interrupted. “We won’t be gone from her for long,” said Damen. The three of us looked down with a pouting sadness on our faces. This one human woman has managed to turn three adult male beasts into pudding in her little hands.Damen lifted her legs to delicately put back on her pants, shoving her panties in his pocket. I couldn’t help but shake my head slightly and laugh a