A Mate for Lazarus(39)

“Please, Lazarus. I’m sure she’ll let you in.”

I’ll bet. Fuck! He didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. After a few beats, he nodded his head. “Fine.” He grunted.

“Thank you.” She huffed out a breath. “Would you like me to go with you?”

He shook his head. “Griffin is waiting for you.”

“Please let me know if I can help in any way.”

Lazarus nodded and made a noise of affirmation. “Griffin is lucky to have a female as sweet as you.”

She choked out a laugh and shook her head. “You might want to tell him that.”

“I will.”

Her eyes widened. “No don’t. Please.”

Lazarus gave a nod of the head and walked towards the stairs. He walked quickly until he exited the castle, at which point he jogged.

There was a niggling voice inside of him. What if there was something wrong with Alexandra? What if something happened to her…fuck! He shouldn’t care but he did. His only worry should be for his unborn son…if she was with child. Yet, he was worried about her as well, it made him pick up the pace. The guard at the entrance to the human accommodations looked at him funny but he raced inside and up the stairs.

He knocked twice on her door. Silence. After waiting a few seconds, he knocked again and then a third time. “Alexandra. It’s me,” he growled. “Open up.” He knocked again. “Are you okay?” He pounded on the wood and there was a cracking noise. Any harder and the wood would split.

“Open this door right now.” It didn’t feel right. Something was wrong. He could feel it. He could hear her heart racing.

“I’m fine. Go away.” She didn’t sound fine. Her voice sounded…different.

“Open the door.” His chest was heaving. Something was wrong, something was off. “Open it now,” he growled.

Silence.

With one hard, well-aimed kick, the lock gave and the door sprang open on a loud crash. He walked in, slamming the door behind him.

By fucking blood. Alexandra was crouched in a corner. Her hair was wet about her shoulders. She wore a t-shirt and nothing else. He could scent that she had recently bathed or showered.

“Look at me.” He tried hard to speak softly. She reminded him of a wounded animal. From the way she held herself to the tremor of her hands which rested on the floor on either side of her. She looked ready to flee at any second.

Alexandra shook her head. “Go…away,” a whisper.

“I’m not going anywhere. Look at me.” This time he did growl as frustration rose in him.

She shivered. Fucking shivered.

“You have nothing to be afraid of.” He spoke more softly this time.

“No…” Her voice was hard, cold. She suddenly didn’t look like she was readying herself to flee but to prance. “But you should be.” Alexandra looked up at him.

He had to work not to take a step back.

Her eyes were blood fucking red. She hissed. His gaze was drawn to her sharp, little fangs.

“Oh my fuck,” he growled.

“Run.” Her ferocious stare turned panicked for a quick second. Then she hissed again, looking like she wanted to hurt him.

Lazarus shook his head. “You need to drink.”

“No,” an anguished sound of torment. “I’m not, I can’t.” But even as she said the words, she moved towards him.

“You must. You can’t hurt me, Alexandra.” He pulled off his shirt. “Come and take what you need.”

“I can’t be pregnant. I can’t stay here. I just can’t.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I refuse.”

Her pain and need had to be excruciating. He couldn’t believe that she had lasted this long. “Fuck, Alexandra. You are with child. You need blood and you need it now. You must take from me.” All he had to do was breathe in her scent and he felt the change come over him. He hated how much he loved her smell, he craved it. Lazarus felt his own fangs erupt, felt his claws descend. Using his index fingernail, he sliced an inch along his neck. Sure to pierce deep so that he wouldn’t heal too quickly. Blood dripped and Alexandra hissed.

She made the sound of a wild animal, her focus on the warm blood that pumped from his neck. Then she was on him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her teeth sank into him. She sucked so fucking hard that it hurt. Every nerve ending sprang to life. This included the ones in his dick.

His own need to drink became all consuming. Those bags in the fridge helped take the edge off but that was it. He hadn’t been able to force himself to drink from someone else. He couldn’t.

On a hard growl, he dropped his mouth to her neck. His fangs pierced her flesh and his mouth instantly began to fill with her blood. Rich, sweet, divine. His eyes rolled back and he groaned as he sucked harder. At the same time, he was careful not to take too much.

Alexandra whimpered and her greedy little mouth suckled on him. His dick throbbed. His veins felt like they had been set on fire. His mind blanked as his need for her deepened. She moaned while grinding up against him, still drinking in loud gulps.

It was as if he was starving, for her blood, for her touch, for her.

Alexandra was starving as well. She clawed him with her hands, suckled him with her mouth and was dry humping the hell out of him.

Lazarus growled. Fuck this. Fuck. He ripped his pants open and his dick sprang free, instantly making sweet contact with her dripping pussy. Without breaking contact. He lay her on the bed and rammed himself deep inside her. She cried out even though her fangs remained buried inside him.

It was as if his body had a mind of its own. Lazarus pumped in and out of her on hard grunts. He sucked hard and Alexandra screamed. Her pussy spasmed and her fangs dug deeper as she sucked harder.

His own orgasm was just as potent. It ripped through him with such force that his hips jerked and his mouth turned slack. A deep rumble erupted from somewhere deep in his chest. Alexandra sucked again and another sharp zing of pleasure laced through him. She sucked again and it felt like his skin was too tight for his body. Like his balls had turned inside out. So damned good that it hurt.

Another deep draw had him pulling away. “No,” he growled. “That’s enough.”

Her eyes were the brightest blue he had ever seen. So beautiful that it hurt to look into them. Her hair was still damp and beginning to curl. Her lips were swollen and dripping with blood. So stunning that she took his breath away. His chest clenched so tight that it was difficult to breathe.

Lazarus cursed and got up off the bed. His legs almost buckled underneath him. Somehow he managed to find his footing.

Alexandra wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She made a sobbing noise when she saw the streaks of blood across her skin. She pulled her legs underneath herself and pulled her shirt down, covering herself as best she could.

Lazarus tucked his still semi-erect cock away and zipped his pants. What the fuck had he just done? What the fuck? “I’m sorry.” He paced to the other side of the room. “That should never have happened.”

“Don’t say that.” When he glanced down at her, Alexandra’s chest heaved. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I’m the one that’s sorry but not for that. Don’t apologize for making love to me. We love each other, Lazarus. You should not be apologizing.”

“I hate to break it to you but that was fucking. It’s what I do when I drink from a female. I told you that before. There were zero feelings involved.” He ran a hand through his hair.

This should’ve been the happiest fucking day of his life. Fuck! Seeing Alexandra, drinking from her. It was too much. He did love her. He didn’t want to but he did and it pissed him off.

He should never have rutted her. It made him want to tell her that it was going to be fine, that they were going to be fine, but it wasn’t and they weren’t. The only reason she was still here was because of the baby. It would be best if he kept that piece of information at the forefront of his mind at all times.

Alexandra had even been trying to hide her pregnancy from him. She didn’t want to be with child, that much was clear. It was also clear that she didn’t want to be here, she’d said so herself.

She shook her head, a single tear fell. “Please don’t say that. It’s not true.”

“What the fuck would you know about the truth?” He shouted, feeling his hands curl into fists. He wanted to say nasty things, to hurt her just as much as she had hurt him. More.

That’s why he needed to leave right fucking now. Needed to get a handle on his emotions. “It is important that you know that I want this baby.” His voice shook, his eyes stung.

She frowned. “I know you do.” She licked her lips. “We need to talk. Please.” She stood up and walked to him.

“No.” He put his hands up but she kept coming.

“Lazarus.” The way she said his name almost brought him to his knees. If he didn’t know better he would say that she cared. “Please.” She took his hands, stood on her tippy toes and kissed him. Her mouth crashed against his, her tongue breached his mouth in a hot assault against him. For a second he allowed himself to be swept away in the madness. It felt good, it felt real, even though it was a lie. Fuck! Why was she doing this? Was she trying to totally devastate him?