Elizabeth

3

Elizabeth Falkov

"Elizabeth, he's my mate." Eleanor stated. I nodded, "This makes it easier."

She smiled at that, "Then I shall keep him on a leash." I laughed.

"Do keep him in check and make sure he gives us answers." I ordered. Getting answers was a priority. I must find William soon to get it over with. "What you do with your mate does not concern me as long as your loyalty is to me."

"Yes, Madam."

I went back to my room. My mind went back to one word. Chocolate. The human was gorgeous. Dark brown hair and light green eyes. A perfectly sculpted jawline and a straight nose. I couldn't get him off my mind. How brave for a human to be on pack's territory. The only human here, I presume.

Have I found my beloved?

But I couldn't have a beloved. My brother said so. We first vampires were born to populate, to rule, not to love.

I hummed and grabbed the wine glass from my table. I poured some of the blood I had gotten from the local hospital.

I sipped as the blood went down my throat. It's been too long since I've gotten a taste of human blood. Thank god one of my vampires was a doctor. I finished the glass as I heard a knock.

"Come in," I smirked.

Damien came in. Handsome and dangerously sexy.

A vampire of a few centuries, a powerful one and my best friend.

"Hello, my sweet." I walked to him and gave him a practiced sultry smile. "Hello, handsome."

He kissed me passionately. Swiping his tongue on my lower lip, I teased him by denying him. He growled and squeezed my ass. I gasped at the contact. He thrusted his tongue in my mouth as we fought for dominance.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, exposing it and my lacy thong. Damien eyed it with lust.

I was not a virgin, not by a long run.

He carried me to my bed and just stared. My blood red robe was slightly untangled.

"Beautiful," he whispered then ripped my robe off.

I was wearing burgundy laced lingerie. I could see his excitement from his pants. I chuckled.

He gripped my legs and kissed my clit through the thong. He gently rubbed my inner thigh as I stared at him in anticipation.

A girl just needs a little passion in her life.

Damien cut my thong off with his teeth. He kissed my clit again as it pulsated. Seeing him do that made me wet. Oral was nice.

He slowly dragged his tongue up and down my pussy making me hum in pleasure. His tongue was hot and slick, filled with his saliva and my juice.

"Damien," I moaned out as he sucked on my core like it was honey. I gripped his hair tightly knowing he liked it.

He circled his tongue on my clit then suckled it. Two fingers were in me as I breathed out.

"So wet for me," he growled.

I just closed my eyes in anticipation. He was always a good in bed.

*•*•*•*

I panted as we laid on the bed, silk sheets covering our naked bodies. He eyed me like I was a goddess.

"What?" I frowned.

"You've always been beautiful," he smiled at me and gently cupped my cheek. "But today, you look like you're glowing."

I raised an eyebrow. Glowing? I almost cracked up. A vampire always had that glow like werewolves do.

"Are you in love?" He asked, a little nervous and tad bit mad. A teasing smile creeped up my lips, "Are you jealous?"

Damien nodded.

How blunt.

I chuckled and leaned against his hand, "I've never been in love and I never will."

His eyes dimmed.

"I love you."

I tensed, pulling back. This was definitely a surprise. I knew he had connected with me but I never expected that he would love me.

I always had a soft side for him. We had formed a special bond before all the late night rendezvous, before I was even a vampire. Yet all I saw was a friend who wad there for me since the start.

I had met him when we were kids, rolling around the mud and always laughing our asses off, it was all I remembered since I was turned. I was one of the first vampires. I, along with my brothers, was turned when I was fifteen. We forgot everything that happened in the past, only bits and broken pieces.

We all died and no one cared enough to even search.

But he did.

Damien found us just after the turn. We were out of control, we had to find blood. Heath, my eldest brother, turned him. Almost killed him in the process but I threw him away.

Even in my blood lust I saw him. Damien. My Damien.

I looked at him. "Since when?"

"Since I asked you to be my wife," he smiled sadly. He pressed his forehead against mine. This was something he never told me, a memory of the past that has been buried deep in my mind.

"You ran that day."

"Told me that you needed time and your brothers advice." A tear slipped out from his eye. I wiped it with my thumb.

"It was on that night that you died."