Preview: Crimson Red - The first season of the Colors of Moonlight series

Martina

Her awakening feels weird, like her body. Where the fuck was she? The material she felt under her fingers was unknown to her. The mattress on which her body lay, too.

Martina listened into her body, and a shock flashed through her. She wasn't breathing. Why didn't her body ask for oxygen? She took a deep breath but didn't feel relieved. She didn't miss the air. Confused, she opened her eyes and sat up.

She lodged in an elegant room. By who? The bed on which she lay covered with sheets made of silk. There was dark wood, and the scent of it was massive. There was a shelf in one corner with elaborately bound books. In the other corner, a sitting area had been set up.

On a couch, she discovered a vampire and started to blink. The short black hair emphasized the grey of his eyes. The white skin seemed flawless. His clothes were distinguished and of the best quality. His attitude also had a quiet elegance. He calmly looked into her eyes and seemed to be waiting for something.

»What happened?« Martina asked, confused. Then the memory came back. Her daughter, that worthless brat, had been sold to the vampires. But what had happened then? How did she get into this room? And why the fuck she was here?

»You died,« the vampire explained and continued to look at her. Martina frowned. Died? But she was here! She felt alive. She could feel, speak, and move. She froze. She acted like a living woman, but she did not have to breathe, and she could neither feel nor hear her heartbeat.

»Am I a ...?« she started, shocked, but she didn't dare to say the word »vampire.« Saying it would make it real.

»Yes,« the vampire just replied.

»But how? « Martina whispered in horror. Her life should have started, now Joleen was gone. Instead, she died? A vampire? A creature of the night?

»You have misappropriated our property and have been punished for it. Only your daughter's begging and pleading gave us the decision to provide you with a second chance. We change you into one of us,« the vampire explained.

Nikolas! It flashed through Martina's mind. Yeah, she knew his name. »And what if I don't want to? « Martina asked, noticing how her voice became a growl.

»Then you are free to put a peg through your own heart. Metaphorically, of course,« Nikolas replied with a shrug.

Martina flinched. If she considered, she didn't want to die. »What should I do now?« she asked, hoping he would give her an answer.

Nikolas stood up and came over to her. »Now, you should have a drink,« he explained. »Surely, you will be thirsty.«

»Drink blood? « she asked. She got sick thinking about it. Then she frowned. No, her stomach contracted, but not with nausea, but in joyful expectation. Yeah, she wanted blood. But where could she get it?

»I brought something here for you,« Nikolas explained with a smile. Did he read her thoughts? »No, I can't read your mind,« he promised her, and Martina raised an eyebrow. His answer made him lie. Finally, he replied to her thoughts. »I can sense your feelings because I'm the one who changed you. I'll explain everything, but not until you're fed up.« He opened a door, and a large bathroom appeared behind it. A boy stood there.

Martina guessed why he was here and licked her lips. Oh, yeah, she wanted him, wanted to ram her teeth into his throat, and suck him out until there wasn't another drop of blood flowing through his body.

She felt a change in her mouth. Surprised, she opened it and carefully touched the sharp fangs with her fingers.

»You'll get used to it,« the vampire explained. Then he grabbed the boy by the wrist and pulled him out of the bathroom. »Go up to her! You're here to please her,« the vampire ordered the boy.Martina had always been aware of how she could wrap a man around her fingers. With a charming smile, she slipped a little to make room for him.

The boy stopped in front of her bed and began to take off his clothes. Fascinated, she watched the movement of his muscles. But then she captured his pulsating veins that ran under his skin.»Come here! « she gasped. The boy followed the order immediately. Martina was pleased to realize the lightness of it and put one hand on the warm chest.

Hate flared up inside her as she felt the beating heart under her fingers. Her heart was no longer beating. That was the fault of the selfish little monster she had given the gift of birth. It was Joleen who made her sit here, damned to be a walking dead.

Angrily she bent over without warning and buried her teeth in the boy's throats. Martina didn't care if it made him feel pain. She only perceived his twitching to a limited extent. And then she started sucking on the wounds. Sweet blood shot into her mouth. The boy groaned under her hard touch.

She'd make Joleen pay for it. The little beast had cost her life. But for now, she has this boy. She sucked harder and felt the boy squeeze her. His erection pressed noticeably against her thigh. As his warm blood flowed down her throat, her abdomen contracted in pulsating waves, and an unknown lust caught her. Yeah, she wanted to ride his cock while she was drinking.

Without releasing her lips from his throat, she pushed up her black skirt. She saved taking off her thong but ripped the thin material with a jerk. Then she pressed the boy down onto the bed and let her hips circle over his hard cock. She settled on it without transition. The boy moaned in pleasure. Martina also noticed her breath speeding up. In one corner of her memory, she was surprised at this, because she no longer needed to breathe. But then she enveloped a strong wave of bloodlust, and everything else faded.

All that mattered was to ride the boy's tail and getting a climax she could never have experienced during her lifetime because she would have been crushed by it. The only thought, except for sex, which remained firmly anchored in her mind, was revenge. Let Joleen pay for destroying Martina's life. She would also ruin Joleen's life, too, but now she could take her time because eternity lay before her.