Midnight Pleasure [THE PLEASURE SERIES BOOK 1]

Chapter Sixteen - Melora 🌶

Everything hurt. Melora's entire body felt like it was on fire. She gripped Drystan's arm tightly, holding herself up. His arms tightened around her. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong. The warmth from his body was making her hotter than she needed to be.

"My love," Drystan's voice cut through her pain. "What's wrong?" His fingers gripped her chin and gently pulled her head up, making her look at him. "He-" His eyes went wide with fear.

"What did he d-do to m-me?" Melora whimpered.

"Drystan," the man on the right gritted. "We need to go, now."

Drystan picked her up and cradled her to his body. "Lead the way, Draco." He tucked her head into the crook of his neck and whispered in her ear, "I've got you now, my love. I will fix this. I promise."

Melora tried to stay awake, but couldn't. She fought with her body, but she was failing. Something was wrong with her and Drystan knew what it was. He wasn't telling her and that scared her.

The last thing she saw was Drystan's red eyes as he looked down at her. Then, blackness engulfed her.

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Melora sat up, drenched in sweat. She clenched her chest hoping to control the wild beating of her heart. With a shaky hand, she reached up and felt along her neck.

The bite was still there.

Her heart sank as she started to look around the room. She didn't recognize this place. It wasn't entirely bare, but there wasn't much in the room. This wasn't her room back home. This wasn't the room back at the castle.

Drystan, she whimpered out, hoping he would hear her.

I'm here, my love, his voice calmed her. The only door in the room opened and Drystan stepped through.

Melora felt tears threatening to slip out as she took him in. He loomed over her, dressed in a tight black shirt and jeans. His eyes roamed over her.

Melora reached out her hand and he took it without hesitation. She was immediately wrapped into his arms. "You found me," she whispered out.

"I told you I would," Drystan answered her. He leaned back and looked down at her. His hand reached up and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. His eyes stopped on the bite on her neck.

"Bite me," she begged him.

"What?" His eyes snapped back up to hers.

Melora pushed Drystan back so she could straddle his lap. "Please, Drystan. Bite me. Make me yours again."

"Melora-"

"Drystan," she begged him again.

Drystan's face softened as he looked at her. "You're still mine, my love. I don't need to bite you again. He didn't take me away from you. He didn't take you away from me. Instead," he trailed off.

Melora leaned back. "Instead what?"

Drystan's eyes traveled back down to the bite on her neck. "He injected his venom into you."

"I'm going to turn?"

Drystan nodded. "It's going to be painful."

"Don't leave me," she whimpered again.

Drystan wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "I wouldn't leave you. Never again. If I do have to leave I will have Draco or Dante stand guard beside you. I will make sure you're never alone again."

Melora smiled gratefully at him. She chuckled when she noticed his nostrils flaring. "Did you just smell me?"

Drystan nodded. "You're still in heat."

"I am?" She couldn't help herself from rocking her hips into him.

Drystan nodded again, his eyes filling with lust. He flipped her over so he was leaning over her. "I'm not going to be gentle with you, Melora. I almost lost you, I can't be gentle."

Melora moved her hands so they were underneath his shirt. His breath hitched as she started to run her hands over his muscles. "Claim me, Drystan."

Drystan's eyes turned dark as he smirked. "Yes, Princess." He sat up and pulled his shirt off before getting off of the bed and taking his pants off. He gripped Melora's ankles and pulled her toward him.

Melora would have thought that that movement would have brought fear into her, but she felt safe. She wasn't afraid of Drystan. He could do whatever he wanted to her and she wouldn't be afraid. She never thought that he would hurt her in any way. She was completely safe when she was with him.

Drystan growled at the dress she was wearing. She was still wearing the same black dress that Zaya had given her to wear. She hated it. She wanted it off of her. Drystan's hands gripped the front of her dress and ripped it in half.

"Melora," he groaned. His eyes roamed down her naked body. "Nothing underneath?"

Melora swallowed as she shook her head. "It didn't fit right with undergarments."

"Fuck," he groaned again as he got down on his knees. He draped her legs over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of her right knee and did the same to her left. "Eyes on me, Princess."

Melora sat up on her elbows and watched him trail his tongue from the inside of her left knee, up her thigh, before stopping at her sex. His hands wrapped around her thighs, pinning her in place.

"Drystan," Melore begged him.

"Princess?"

Melora bucked her hips. Drystan chuckled as he leaned forward and slowly run his tongue over her. A moan fell from her lips as she threw her head back. A fire spread through her body at his touch and she knew that his tongue wasn't what she needed.

"Drystan," she moaned as she reached forward and wrapped her fingers in his hair, stopping his movements.

Drystan looked up at her with a question in his eyes.

"I need you," she breathed out. "Fuck me."

Drystan stood up quickly as he loomed over her. His nostrils flared as his eyes roamed over her body.

Melora moved the rest of the dress off of her and threw it on the ground. She moved further up on the bed and spread her legs wide. She smirked as Drystan's eyes snapped down to her sex.

"I need you to claim me now, Drystan," she begged him. "After you do, you can do whatever else you want to me."

"Fuck, Princess," Drystan groaned as he climbed over her. "Remember your safe word."

That was the only warning she had before he slammed into her. Melora screamed in pleasure as he rammed into her over and over again. The fire inside of her burned even hotter with his cock inside of her. Melora moaned his name loudly as her nails dug into his shoulders.

His breath was hot against her ear, "You're mine, Melora." He grunted as he continued to thrust into her. His right hand gripped both of her wrists and pinned them above her head. "You're not your fathers. You're not Alathic's." His thrusting became quicker and rougher. "You. Are. Mine."

"I am yours, Drystan," Melora moaned. She kept her eyes on his face. Her eyes widened as she saw his fangs lengthen. She couldn't help but extend her neck for him.

Drystan lowered his head down to her neck. Melora closed her eyes, waiting on the pain to come, but never felt it. Instead, she moaned as his tongue ran up and down her neck. He dragged his fangs against her skin but never bit her.

Melora could feel her orgasm getting closer with each thrust. "Drystan," she begged. What she was begging for, she didn't know, but she needed more.

"Fuck, Melora," he groaned in her ear. "Come for me."

He sunk his teeth into her neck and that was when she exploded. Melora screamed out in pain and pleasure as she felt her orgasm rattle through her.

Drystan's thrusting slowed down as he came inside of her. His movements stopped as he slowly took his fangs out of her neck. He started to place soft kisses up her neck and over her jaw before placing a long kiss on her lips.

"I'm not done with you yet, my love."