Lazarus

19

Warning: This chapter contains 18+ content read at your own risk.

December came quicker than I wanted it to, the morning we left was a terrible one. I hadn't got much sleep the night before, I was up all night, tossing and turning slowly wishing I didn't have to go to Azgar for my coronation. Our bags were already packed with a week's worth of clothes and at the front door. One bag held my wedding dress; I was told that it would be fitting to wear at my coronation.

I slid out of bed at exactly 7 AM. Lazarus had said a driver from Azgar would be sent to drive us 'home' at 8 AM, which meant I had exactly one hour to shower and change.

Showering was a little more difficult than usual only because I couldn't stop shaking. I was so nervous, I just wanted to stay in the shower for as long as I could, but it wasn't possible because Lazarus knocked on the door and told me to hurry up.

After leaving the safety of the shower, I changed into a pair of leggings and a baggy t-shirt; Azgar was hours away, and I wanted to be comfortable. Before we left the castle Stella, showed up with a suitcase.

"I'm coming with you," she announced, Lazarus only shrugged.

The drive was silent for the most part. I sat beside Lazarus in the back seat while Stella sat up front, with the driver who she told me was a hybrid of werewolf and vampire, a rare species. Partway through the drive, we stopped at a gas station to fill up on gas and to get the hybrid Franklin, a sandwich. I wandered around inside the gas station, the smell of honey filled my nose. My eyes zoned on to a young woman who had scratched her arm on god only knows what. I watched the liquid dripped from the wound onto the floor. I felt my throat become dry, my vision flashed hot white. I felt my legs move on their own towards the woman. I was so close to her until someone grabbed my arm I wanted to pull away. I needed to get to the woman with her bleeding arm. I turned around to see who dared interrupted me. It was Stella, her eyes were wide with her perfect eyebrows raised. 'Don't,' she mouthed, I felt myself become hot and I became to pull away her touch felt like a hot iron against my skin.

"Ellie let's go, the boys are waiting," she mumbled. I didn't reply nor did I move. I let her guide me out of the gas station, Lazarus was out of the car, beside Franklin who was finishing his sandwich.

"We need to go," Stella snapped, Lazarus turned his attention to us. His eyes widened as he looked me up and down. He only took a few steps before he reached me he grabbed me as gently as he could and carried me back to the car. It wasn't until I was back in the car I was ripped out of my trance.

"What the fuck was that?" I closed my eyes before I leaned back into my seat.

"Blood trance, the reason you can't be left alone in public," Stella glared at Lazarus.

"It is a bloody gas station, how would I know someone would trigger her!" Lazarus defended. I tried to tune out their bickering by leaning against Lazarus and falling asleep.

I dreamed peacefully until we reached a motel, Lazarus woke me as soon as he moved away from me.

"Morning," he smiled.

"What time is it?" I tried to make him stop moving by leaning more into him.

"Time to get into a motel," he chuckled. I shook my head. "Come on now," he slid his arm around my back and under my knees, he pulled me gently out of the car and into the warm motel room. I was placed onto a very soft bed before my boots, and coat was removed, a thick comforter was placed on me. It didn't take long for me to fall back asleep.

When I awoke it was in the wee hours of the morning; I was the only one awake. I decided to slip out of bed to get a breath of fresh winter air. I slipped on my boots and coat before I opened the door. The winter air washed over me I felt almost calm before I stepped out into the darkness. I spotted a bench a few feet away, so I made my way to it. I adjusted my coat so I would be seated on it, not the snow-covered bench. I listened to the cars drive by me, and the wind blows past me. I felt at peace until I felt someone sit beside me. I turned to look at them; burgundy eyes met mine. The intruder's brows were furrowed together.

"Where's your king?" Darius mocked my throat tightened up. "Hmm?" he smirked.

"Bed," I responded simply.

"Shame," he mumbled, his smirk widened as I moved an inch away from him. "Still frightened of me I see," he let out a dark chuckle. "Remember what I told you?" he looked out into the distance, I didn't respond. "You'll be mine one day as my second wife, or just a slave to warm my bed I haven't decided yet," he hummed.

"Lazarus wouldn't allow that," I defended.

"He can't say anything with a stake through his heart," I parted my lips to speak, but the sound of a door opening interrupted me.

"Ellie," Lazarus's voice called out to me. I turned around Lazarus was in the doorway of our motel room. He was wearing only boxers and his black hair was up in different directions.

"I'm here," I called back.

"What are you doing out here?" I turned back to look at Darius but he was gone without a trace. He wouldn't believe me that Darius was here, I thought.

"I needed some air."

"Are you okay?" he asked, I simply nodded. "Then come back to bed." I didn't hesitate to listen to his instructions. I stood up without wobbling thankfully before I walked back to the motel room. He grabbed me instantly and brought me to his chest. "You sure you are okay?" he asked, I nodded.

He helped me slip out of my coat before I kicked off my boots. He hung up my coat before he turned back to me. His burgundy eyes turned a deep shade of crimson as he hooked his finger in the waistband of my leggings, "off," he demanded. With one hand I held onto Lazarus's shoulders while the other began to shimmy off my leggings.

Once my leggings were off, he grabbed me under my arms and lifted, instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist. As soon as my back hit the bed, my shirt was peeled off of me. I laid in bed only with my bra and underwear covering me from his prying eyes. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra it was quickly pulled off of me, the cool air barely got to touch my skin before his lips were on it, he left hot kisses from the valley of my breasts to my stomach making a heated pool at my core.

I knew what was going to happen. He didn't waste any time while pulling off the last piece of clothing I had. He continued his hot kisses down until he reached my parted legs. "You better be quiet," he mumbled before I felt his stubble-free face graze my thighs. He pressed a hot kiss to my core. An instant wave of pleasure caused my back to arch, I threaded my fingers through his hair as he kissed, and sucked on the most sacred part of me. It didn't take long for me to reach my climax even when I did he never stopped. I was forced to cover my mouth to muffle my screams of pleasure.

After what seemed like hours although it was only minutes he finally released my thighs and came back up. I felt myself tremble from the aftermath of multiple orgasms, I felt exhausted. He rolled over to his side of the bed before he wrapped one of his arms around me and pulled me to him. It didn't take long for sleep to grab me and pull me back into its embrace.

The next morning we didn't dilly dally, we all just packed up while Lazarus paid for our rooms. We met him in the car and continued our drive to Azgar. The entire ride my thoughts were plagued with thoughts of Darius, what if he did get me? I didn't want to leave Lazarus nor did I want to become a slave for a man I didn't know or liked.

"It is never gonna happen," Stella mumbled. Nobody seemed to hear her except me. I knew what she was talking about, and I felt slightly relieved.