My Little Ventrue - Book 3

Chapter 1

~~Welcome to the world of Vampire: the Requiem~~

~~Two weeks later~~

~~Jack~~

He was in love. In love. He was in love he was in love.

Words failed him. He tried to capture the feeling he had in his chest, but love just seemed to come up short. No matter how hard he dug into the depths of his soul, he couldn't find some word to represent the blissful pain in his heart.

God Jack, you're becoming a fucking poet. He laughed and shook his head. Julias could have come up with something, something powerful and stirring, sobering but uplifting. Something undoubtedly cliche.

"Something amusing?" Antoinette said.

"Nope. No not a thing. Just... thinking."

It'd been two weeks since they exchanged those special words. Two weeks since he'd told the ancient, deadly, Daeva Prince of the city that he loved her. Two weeks since she said it back.

And he spent most of that time in her tower. Even now he sat upon the black, silk sheets of her massive bed, deep in the underground fortress of her tower basement, her next to him. He'd visited Julias the next day of course, after Antoinette and him confessed to each other. He had to tell someone, and his sire was his best friend. And his boss. Julias had given him clearance to spend time away from the job, away from money management, resource allocation, contracts, shady deals, all the Xnomina stuff. Some time to get to know his love better. A honeymoon, sort of.

His love. His love. Still didn't do it justice.

He snuggled against the back of the beautiful, white-haired woman. He was behind her, spooning against her, while the much taller, curvy vampire was leaning over a book, head propped up on her fist, elbow to the bed.

The two of them were naked, and on top of the blankets. No risk of being cold, vampires and all that. And, with the blush of life not on, their pale skin was in no risk of suddenly arousing. But that didn't mean he wasn't attracted to the gorgeous Daeva, just that he physically didn't want to have sex with her right that instant.

Which was good, because they'd had sex almost constantly for the past fourteen days. Any time Jack even looked Antoinette's way, she pinned him, and did things to him. Poor Ashley and Julee, unable to participate in their mistress's play; Antoinette and Jack drank them both dry during the past two weeks, thrice. The two girls spent most of the time asleep and exhausted, and if not for a ghoul's ability to regenerate, they'd have died from blood loss. Course they enjoyed it, the Kiss was pleasurable. But then the two were basically unconscious while Antoinette and Jack had fun.

Fun was not the right word. They made love. Love. Love....

He leaned in over her, reached out with his free hand to pull her hair back, and kissed her neck.

"Mmm." Her voice sent a chill down his spine, but it also warmed him at the same time. Her devious, powerful, confident smile, her red eyes that cut through him when she turned to look at him. "Again, my little Ventrue?"

"No. No I uh... well, I mean if you want."

"I do believe my lust has been sated. For now."

There was a sternness to her words, even when she flirted. A bite, something dangerous that made him shiver. Even now, after all they'd been through, he was still afraid of her. A little afraid, at least.

Antoinette turned over onto her back. Naked, smiling, she ran one of her feet up and down her other leg with a teasing toe, and with her further arm, reached across to touch his. He was still on his side, pressed up against her, nuzzled into her arm and leg.