Page 30 of Blood Claims (Garnet Dagger Mafia #2)

THE WEIGHT OF GUILT

TALON

F ucked by the Goddess, she was utter perfection.

Hell, if there was a stronger word, then I would fucking use it to describe how god damn perfect she was!

I never knew it could be like this with a woman.

For she was so much more than just a quick fuck or body to use for a night of debauchery.

So much more than just a neck to feed from or a cunt to play host to my cock.

She was everything and more.

And I was, for the first time in my life, lost to the power of a female.

Tethers had hooked my heart and taken root, never to be removed. And fucking death to anyone stupid enough to try.

Our perfect Little Peach.

God, but she had taken our cocks so beautifully.

The carnal act was not one I had believed could be beautiful before.

As yes, it was always a hot as fuck sight to see a girl taking my cock deep.

Hot as fuck to see them struggling around my size, gagging and choking to take it all.

But beautiful, no, never before there was Vanessa.

Her submission had been a thing of sheer beauty that it had made it hard to stay in control.

I was halfway between wanting to dominate her or worshipping at her feet.

I was a man obsessed, as was my brother, and the irony of it all, was that she had not one fucking clue.

Not a single shred of a clue just how far we had fallen.

And fallen hard at that. Many times, we had wanted to tell her that we loved her.

But we feared this would only push her away, as she still believed in this damn curse!

So, my brother and I had agreed that we would take it slow.

Something that was getting considerably fucking harder by the day!

Because we so badly wanted this to be our life.

The days filled with blissful contentment, and the nights spent making her scream our names in untamed pleasure.

All before sleeping with her wrapped in our arms.

God, but it was the stuff of dreams. For long gone were the temptations of fucking our way through the city, consuming the blood of women whose names we forgot the moment we had pulled our fangs free of their necks.

Yes, we still had an empire to run, and this wouldn’t change, but the way we did it certainly would.

Because neither of us would be willing to lose time with Vanessa, unless it was unavoidable.

But I knew that our need for her would never be sated.

Which meant that at least one of us would always be with her, as we wanted her consumed by thoughts of us.

I had nearly laughed aloud at her outraged expression, which was cute as fuck, when she realized that she would need to get ready all over again for the gala.

One I would have been happy to blow off.

But considering it was the excuse we were using to get her out of the penthouse so the new locks could be added, then it couldn’t be helped.

However, one look at her standing there in that god damn dress made for sin, looking unsure… well, Jesus fuck, there was no way my brother and I weren’t touching her. And one touch was all it had taken for us to fall under her sexy little spell.

Hell, but just seeing the lipstick marks around my cock had been enough to undo me.

I had never had to battle for restraint so much in my life.

I was a fucking trojan in the bedroom but with her…

fuck me, but could she test my limits. Just a kiss felt powerful enough to have me wanting to come in my pants.

In fact, had my brother not been there to give me the reprieve of her gorgeous lips and talented tongue, then I would have blown my load far sooner than I wanted.

And as for now, she stepped out into the living room, wearing another dress and back to looking composed, and it wasn’t fucking helping in our need to leave.

Fuck, but I just wanted her all over again, and in any form I could get her.

Christ, but even if she had a foot fetish and wanted me to suck her damn toes all night I think I would have still come whilst doing it!

Like I said… fucking obsessed.

And it wasn’t just the pretty dress she wore.

Wasn’t the smoky makeup and red lipstick.

Wasn’t the pinned strawberry blonde curls.

It was simply her. Because my dick would have hardened at the sight of her wearing a fucking brown paper bag if she had the bazar inclination to wear one.

She was sexy even in her cute as fuck pj’s or jeans and simple Tee.

In her borrowed gothic dress or big ass jacket that looked a few sizes too big and bought second hand.

Or dripping and bathed in our cum.

She was the most beautiful creature my eyes ever beheld, no matter what she wore.

Although it had to be said that Vanessa in a dress was a heart stopping experience and feast for the eyes.

Like now, with that enchanting gown that clung to her curves seamlessly.

The skin colored underdress being the modest layer covering her naked body.

This was so as the exquisite black, floral embroidered mesh layer could flow around her legs like a god damn fairy-tale.

The top part of the dress was my favorite part, as this was far tighter, clinching her in places I wanted my hands to follow.

The V-neck was even better, as this time she wore it with a bra that had the lace just barely peeking at the sides, enticing me to want to run my fingertip along the edge.

A bra she no doubt wore because the straps were much wider and, therefore, the added support pushed her breasts up slightly higher.

Oh, and in a way that made my mouth fucking water.

All I wanted to do was bite down on them.

To cover them in her sweet blood as my brother had done on the kitchen island that day.

To make them slick and wet so I could glide my cock into their comforting, cushioned grip before fucking them.

God, I loved her tits. And her ass. And her pussy.

Oh god but her pussy had been the stuff of dreams, just like my brother had said.

But, for once, it wasn’t all about sex for me.

Because I also loved that nervous little smile of hers.

Or the way her heart-shaped lips would spread when she allowed herself to laugh fully.

The way she would tuck her hair behind her ear whenever she received a compliment.

The dusting of her cute as fuck freckles across her small nose.

Freckles that would almost disappear when she blushed.

I loved the tiny brown dotted moles on her back and right hip.

I even found the girl’s knees attractive, for fuck sake!

It was maddening as I was a hard ass Vampire for fuck sake!

I wasn’t supposed to give a shit about freckles!

But God damn it, I did, and I also didn’t give a fuck either.

Let someone be foolish enough to comment on my change.

Let someone piss me off enough that I would rip their dick off and then ask them if it was funny.

Because there was only one person in this world who I would change for and that was her.

She would be the only one who would ever get this side of me.

The side that wanted to rub her feet at night, tuck her close and kiss her forehead as she slept.

She was the only one I wanted to hold through her tears as I had done last night.

The one I wanted to fucking kill for, as that piss-poor father of hers was going to find his heart fucking ripped out!

I wanted that organ to stop beating in my hand after I had tortured the fucker!

I wanted him to know exactly why he was going to die, with the last name he heard before death being hers.

To know his biggest mistake in life was hurting her.

Nobody hurt our girl and lived.

And he had lived far too long already after the offence.

God, but her little hiccups as she talked about her dog nearly fucking broke me.

Made me want to plead with her to stop, for I didn’t know how much more I could have taken.

My brother included, because one look at his face and I knew it mirrored my own.

But we let her continue on, regardless. Because it was our duty to take it.

To ease her pain and take the memories of rejection and hurt away.

To replace them by the love we so desperately wanted to give her.

She was ours to mend.

Her heart, fractured pieces we wanted to heal. And I swear that if it took me ten fucking lifetimes, then I would spend them doing just that. We would make her feel so loved that she forgot what it was ever like not to be.

And we didn’t give a shit about announcing it to the world either.

Which was why we had broken a rule. We had taken her out in the daylight hours, something made vastly easier thanks to the cloudy day.

We hadn’t even needed sunglasses. With one look up to the sky to see there was no chance of direct sunlight to irate our eyes or our skin, we had decided to take her to the park.

But it wasn’t just the chance of sunlight that would have normally held us back. It was letting our enemies know it could be done. Of course, we weren’t the only vampires that did this, but we were of the few who could do it without magical means. And the less our enemies knew, the better.

Now as for the nights, these were ours to rule over.

“Oh no, we look like the last people to arrive,” she said the moment we stepped from the limo to find no one else on the red carpet that led to the iconic Plaza hotel.

Known as the castle in the heart of New York, the Plaza was a landmark in the city, and had been since the beginning of the 1900’s.

Situated on the corner of Fifth Avenue and Central Park South, it was prime real estate and had hosted some of the most prestigious parties the city had to offer.