The Twisted Tribrid Queen

Chapter 7 - Samael

The moment her blood touches my lips, waking me from my unconscious state, I know something is different. I can tell it's her, can feel her body against mine, and smell her sweet scent, but when I open my eyes, searching for her mismatched ones, I'm met instead with two deep crimson irises; the stormy grey colour she inherited from her father nowhere to be found.

Her blood is more potent, more powerful, and the taste is slightly different; she's still a werewolf, but her human half is different, there's something else there... She's a vampire. I'm momentarily stunned by this realization; her magic still courses through her, making her a tribrid, a creature only ever written about, speculated about, but never proven a reality. I need to know how, why, but at the moment all I want is her.

I feel my strength returning as I feast on her and I groan appreciatively when she begins grinding her slick pussy against my abdomen, clearly enjoying my fangs embedded into her wrist. I've been wondering since our first night together, how someone with so much sexual trauma can be so free in that way; she's never once shied away from me, and I'm not the gentlest lover, even if I have been holding back. My only conclusion is that the force of the mate bond overpowers any trauma she feels, coupled with the fact that she is most definitely a masochist. Her twisted soul craves depravity, a perfect match for my own darkness.

I let loose a low growl, causing her eyes to widen, and without warning I flip her over, pinning her to the bed and quite literally ripping the rest of the clothes off my body before entering her and enjoying the scream of pleasure she releases from the intrusion. I hold her quivering body tight, reveling in the way she trembles underneath me. I have her back, but what's stopping someone else from taking her away from me? I was outnumbered once; it could happen again.

My anger rises and I push into her roughly, "You will never leave me again. Do you hear me?"

At first it seems like she'll mindlessly agree, too lost in the sensations, but then her eyes narrow and she glares up at me, "I didn't choose to leave you."

Her response only infuriates me further, and I let out my anger by fucking her into oblivion; her lips are parted, shallow moans slipping past them; her deep crimson eyes, consumed by bloodlust, are glazed over, and her claws are embedded into my biceps as she hangs on, taking my pounding like the good fucking girl she is. I want to let her let go and take from me what she needs, but first she has to understand that none of us have a choice. We're living in a world created by deities who decide our fate, the most we can do is be prepared for whatever that may be.

I slow my pace, bringing her attention back to reality, "you will never make yourself vulnerable again. Do you fucking understand?" Her pussy clenches, and she grinds herself against me, pushing me deeper inside her, so desperate for my cock. Leaning forward, I nip at the flesh on her neck, and whisper against her, "You will never get close enough to let someone stick a fucking syringe into your throat."

"Like you?" She smirks at me, and I remember Adelaide's little stunt earlier. Lightsbane was only supposed to be used in the most dire of situations. Stopping me from finding Aurora, however, was not a good enough reason to use it. No one will keep me from Aurora. She is too important for anyone else to make that decision, and she starts training first thing tomorrow whether she likes it or not. I will train with her of course, both of us will get stronger together.

"Exactly, my queen. Like me." I slam into her and her eyes roll as she lets out the sexiest moan I've ever heard. "It looks like both of us need to start watching our backs," I say, my eyes zeroing in on the flush of blood heating up her face and neck. She's too fucking tempting for her own good, a feast I fully intend on devouring. I sink my fangs into the base of her throat, taking a few greedy mouthfuls of her blood and pumping my cock into her with hard, deep thrusts.