Vampyre | Book I of Bloodlines

ORPHEA

Dae

A week into our voyage across the open ocean, freedom finally permeates the air. in the air.

Even during our time in England, as we awaited the confirmation of Elliott's adoption, each day brimmed with tension. A lingering unease plagued my mind until we set sail, leaving England vanishing behind the horizon.

I stroll along the ship's deck under the light of a star-studded night sky. With minimal crew on deck at this hour, it's the perfect time to feed. But as Viola sinks her teeth into one of the crew members, I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. It's the Daemon's ego, struggling to accept that our child requires more blood than I can possibly provide.

Despite the jealousy, a part of my human side rejoices in this emotion—it's a tangible reminder of my existence and the reality of our child. Before my transformation, continuing my father's legacy was my duty, but I also longed to experience fatherhood. Now, the mere thought of it fills me with overwhelming joy, to the point where I stop myself from dwelling on it too long.

Viola's eyes catch mine, glowing in the moonlight as she feeds discreetly high up on the mast. I watch her not out of a need to watch her back but simply because she is a glorious sight to behold when her Daemon emerges.

Viola adapts to hunting effortlessly, like a duck to water. She never intends to kill her prey, so she follows my instructions meticulously every time. I observe as she withdraws her fangs from the sailor's neck—not a single drop spilled. That's my girl. Her venom will erase his memory of the feed, leaving him feeling a bit light-headed for a few days.

Once we return to the cabin, I assist Viola in undressing. Though unnecessary, she allows it, and it's my favorite part of each day. I leisurely remove each item of clothing, feeling the anticipation building within her.

With her down to nothing but her undershirt, I run my hand down her large round belly to her core, sensing her entrance already wet and eager for me. Tonight, it's my turn to worship her.

Slipping my fingers inside her, I feel her shiver from my touch. Her heart beats rapidly in her chest as I move in and out of her, her eyes fluttering closed.

The way Viola bites her lip and her soft moans tempt me beyond restraint. Her hands entwine into my hair as I kiss her, forcing me deeper into her mouth. Gentle worship, it seems, is not on her mind tonight.

I guide Viola to lie on the small bed and undress, her eyes tracing my skin, leaving a trail of sparkle wherever they land. Cradling her from behind, I relish the delicious curve of her neck with my mouth. Despite the temptation to bite her, I refrain, mindful of her vocal tendencies and our child's need for her blood. Drinking from her would only weaken them both.

As the tip of my cock touches her slick, warm entrance, I feel Viola's hand wrap around my length to guide me inside her. I won't keep her waiting and slide into her until I'm buried deep within her. Her moan is almost enough to make me come apart right then and there. I growl as I try to keep it together long enough to please her. I make love to Viola slowly, deeply, and hard—just how she likes it, and being pregnant has made her needier than ever before. I, for one, am more than happy to oblige her.

"Oh, Dae," she whispers.

I feel her unraveling under my touch and grab onto her hips as she squirms and convulses around me.

"Fuck, Viola," I manage to growl as her climax overtakes us both, and she drags me right over the edge with her.

I remained buried inside her, knowing she was nowhere close to being satiated, and led her to unravel twice more before she melted into that blissfully tired and satiated puddle I so enjoy witnessing. Her smile, a telltale sign of contentment, is met with the greedy beast within me, urging me to extract one more orgasm from her, claiming her body and soul as my own.