Ferrara“Good, pet,” I cooed sweetly as I ran my left palm over the bright red marks on her back, leaning forward at intervals to press a kiss or two as well. She'd impressed me well enough. She responded better than I expected, even with all the resistance — she'd bended to my will, and accepted defeat triumphantly. The slashes were healing quickly, thanks to endorphins and my little feathery-light kisses. Flipping her over, with her back on my knees, I spread her legs wider to get a whiff of her wet, juicy cunt.Heavenly.Tossing the flogger on the floor, I gave in to the urge — running my large, sturdy hands over her body, over her fine long legs, cupping her breasts and pulling at her pointed nipples.“M-Master,” she rasped, her eyes closed shut as she melted into my touch. She'd been craving for it as well. How much more subservient could she possibly be?Unfortunately, I was never only about pleasure. I liked pain as well. Loved it, and could go insane for it. So I squeezed and p
SelineI couldn't describe that warm, fuzzy feeling I got when I heard Ferrara laugh for the first time.So animated — his perfect face scrunched up, eyes wide and bright, his dentition shimmering; the fangs lurking just behind his upper lip. To be honest, his laughter was unexpected, and it surprised us both. A lot. The sound rippled through my being, shaking my waters, and making me crave it over and over again. No matter what he did, my body couldn't stop responding to him. Until now, I didn't realize how dead I was inside, until he purchased me.“You have to accept the fact that I described you perfectly, pet. You know this,” He groused, tucking a stray strand of hair that'd gone loose from my bun behind my ear, smirking in a creepy, yet charming way that set my body on fire. “You do cower eventually. Reluctantly, though. But that's alright. Soon you'll crave bending to my will. Soon, you'll want nothing else than to live and please me. I can assure you.”I rolled my eyes, wrinkli
A warm ray of sunlight heating up my face, forced me to stir awake at exactly eight o'clock the next morning. Annoyed, I turned to face the wall, pushing the sheets over my head. But the events that had taken place last night had me kicking my legs hurriedly, the sheets falling off my body, on the floor. Sitting up to rest my back on the headboard, I shut my eyes as it all came crashing back. The most horrifying evening of my entire existence. The fifteen dollar bid. Riding home with the vampire king, and agreeing to a duel with him. I glanced around, frowning at the brown, dull-coloured walls of the strange room I was in. The bed sheets were brown as well. I didn't remember Ferrara bringing me in here last night. I knew I'd gotten dizzy at a point, but I couldn't figure out what happened next. Perhaps I'd fallen, and he'd carried me. What surprised me the most was that I slept peacefully — for the first time since my parents and pack members were killed. No dreams. No nightmares. No
SelineI slept in the garden, undisturbed for a few hours before Iridessa appeared in the doorway, calling me inside for dinner. It wasn't steak this time, but fruit and beef.“Here you go, sweetheart,” she beamed, pouring a bottle of fancy Fiji water into my bowl and sliding it across the floor, over to me. For an ordinary werewolf, Fiji water was a painful luxury that couldn't be afforded in a hundred lifetimes. But for me, the vampire king's pet and beloved, I could have it daily like it was nothing. Ferrara would ensure I had the best in everything.By six in the evening, the three girls returned to take me back to my room, using digestive cookies. I played along, allowing them to lock me in my room. I figured I'd be better off making their jobs easier. They were patient keepers. Very patient, for a wolf like me. Besides, I needed to concentrate on what's in front of me. This mission meant a lot, not just to me but the academy as well. I had two hours before I'd face Ferrara once
FerraraI strode towards the door with Seline in my arms. I loved the way she squirmed, while ducking her head whenever I was carrying her. It was so rare to see her so bashful, so I normally enjoyed every second of it.“Good evening, Your Majesty,” the guards chorused as they pulled open the door to the limousine for us. I nodded at them, setting Seline down on the floor, before clambering in. She looked around awkwardly, a bit confused. I growled as I snapped my fingers, patting a spot on the floor right in front of me. She flushed, scooting closer gracefully, and settled into a submissive pose with her head bowed in obedience. I ran my fingers through her soft hair and brought her face closer to my knee.“Fear not, pet,” I ordered quietly, leaning down to plant a kiss on her left shoulder. She blew out a breath, still feeling out of place, but the tension around her nerves eased up.I eased back into my leather seat with a sigh as the limousine meandered through the dreary town str
SelineI stood rooted, bubbling with excitement as Ferrara moved to stand in front of me — his skin pale, yet shiny in the darkness. His face had that animated look as he laughed, the sound filling up my being like a much needed drug I secretly craved. The joyous sound made me feel as though I was levitating, like a bird just learning how to fly. I peered up at him blearily, his large arms secured firmly around my waist.“You like it a lot, don't you, pet?” he asked, chuckling. “Welcome to Domi Sotto. A small paradise for subs like you.”I gasped. “Don't tell me you...own this place. How on Earth?”I'd heard a lot of rumours surrounding Domi Sotto; the renowned, dangerous vampire night club back at the academy. The rumours had broken out amongst shifters shortly after Erin — a slave shifter was murdered in the club after she fainted while her vampire master was pleasuring her. I'd heard of, and experienced my own share of wicked masters, but Erin's had to be the worst. Unfortunately,
Seline“It's breaking dawn, Seline,” a deep, sonorous voice cooed in my ears. I stirred awake, my vision blurring as Ferrara's well-sculptured face loomed over me. “It's time to go, pet.”“Mmm,” I managed to nod as I sat up properly. “Seems we lost track of time, Master.”He chuckled. “Well, whose fault is it?”I didn't have the right words to explain how last night went. I'd felt an ecstasy like no other — Ferrara working me up multiple orgasms that by the time we were done I was sated, tired and close to fainting. I'd fallen asleep immediately in his arms, enjoying his warmth, and it seemed he had a swell time cuddling me as well. Our bond was getting too strong to be confined within this Master-pet basis. Even now, as he carried me towards the limousine, bound for home, his eyes twinkled at me with such fond delight I'd never seen in them before.“Good morning, Your Majesty,” Samuel greeted with a curt nod as he pulled the door open. “Hope you had a good time last night with your,
SelineThe next few days whizzed by in a blur. The night-time training with Ferrara grew more intense as the days progressed as he took me through every whim of pleasure there ever was. I hated to admit it but I was getting better at a good sub, and I reveled in his attention. Day in, day out, I found new reasons to fall in love with him. To grow dependent on him. Even if a love story between us was not possible, he'd forever raised the standards of how I wanted my mate to be to an impossibly high degree.“You've been such a good pet, Seline. A marvelous angel. Brave girl...”Perhaps it was what he told me about Angel, how much we had so much in common, how much resemblance I bore to her, that caused my feelings for him to explode. I'd begun to crave his touch, to crave his praises and approval as though it were oxygen. Armed with a never-ending list of Angel's flaws, I was striving, each day, to be a better sub than her. To establish myself as a trustworthy confidante for Ferrara.I
FerraraI watched my sires carefully, noting how their eyes widened, their lips curved in surprise — quiet outrage mixed with hate shinning in their eyes as they turned to one another, whispering furiously and shaking their heads in disagreement. They were reforming alliances, strengthening their solidarity against me. Any moment now, any wrong word, and they would depose me. I could feel the tension thick in the air like a smoke pollution.“Your Majesty,” Samuel was the first to step forward, bowing curtly. “Don't you think you're making a hasty decision? Surely, you do not mean to have her as a soulmate. As beautiful and graceful as she is, her status as a shifter hardly befits your — ”“I know what I'm doing, Sam. Her being a shifter is no basis.”At this, he recoiled, stunned. Swiveling back to the gathering, he shrugged, muttering quietly. “He's the king. I tried but he won't listen.”The disapproving murmurs and hostile glances at Seline multiplied, driving my butt to the edge o
SelineThe view of the city, stretched out over the horizon, from the top balcony of Domi Sotto would forever be a wonder to witness. I observed the sleek limousines pulling up in front of the club; vampires filing out of them with their unsuspecting human counterparts. The club's bass-pumping music could be heard from miles away and would begin to unwind the minute Ferrara and I went down to join the gathering.Sighing, as I went back to my previous position before the new vanity dresser, I applied fresh lipstick — my signature red — carefully. Blot once, apply again, until I felt it was enough. Using the mirror was pointless, because I couldn't see my reflection. I'd never been a huge fan of peering at mirrors before I was turned, so that, I could live without.But what I couldn't live without was spending a whole day without my beloved mate by my side.“Scared?” A chill ran up my spine, rattling the hairs on my neck to stand on an end when Ferrara's voice reverberated in my ears, o
SelineI let out a soft sigh, cold air filling my lungs, inflating my chest. I felt heavy, like a slab of marble — my nerves stiff, my mouth dry. Slowly, I drew in deep breaths, until my nerves loosened, blood coursing through my veins, bringing my organs back to life.I stared at the ceiling for a long moment, before I finally moved my legs. Ferrara, who sat on the floor beside me shot up almost immediately, his forehead creased with worry as he peered at me — his eyes traveling down my body, then back up to my face. “I — ”“Hello,” I croaked, mustering a wry smile. My mouth didn't feel like mine, so did my limbs. It felt as though my spirit had somehow transported itself to a new body. “What happened, Sir? You look worried.”“Pet,” Relief washed over his features, tears streaming out the corners of his eyes. “You're awake. You didn't die.”“Yeah, I can see that,” I frowned, my muscles protesting loudly as I tried sitting up. What the hell was wrong with me? I'd never been the lazy t
Ferrara“I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but we can't.” Iridessa maintained stubbornly, stepping forward. I tore my gaze away from Seline, stunned, to her. Her face was expressionless — her words bold. No one had ever defied my orders. None. “She's our responsibility, as much as she is to you. What kind of friends would we be if we leave her when she needs us the most? She won't die. That I can assure you, Sir. We'll find a solution. There has to be a cure.”I fought down the urge to smile in the face of grief. Of course they cared so much about her. They were devoted — could lay down their own lives for her. My pet was that impactful. She was that gracious.“I know you girls are loyal no matter what, but I promise, I'll never hurt her. Fuck, I love her. I love her a lot, so you must trust me on this. Please. You have to leave. Leave and shut the door after you. Tell no one about what happened today. Not a single soul.” I turned back to Seline, who now lay, unconscious. The sound of retreati
FerraraFor a terse second, Seline and Jax grappled with each other — their grunts, as they struggled with the stake, bouncing off the walls, a defeaning silence. His body covered hers, and though Seline ought to be physically stronger, the reverse was becoming the case as he now towered over her, driving the stake deeper into her chest. I glanced around hurriedly, the poison already weak in my system — thanks to an age long trick I'd discovered recently — and found the stake she'd left at my feet a lifetime ago. Leaping over the glass coffin, I ripped him off Seline and drove the stake deep into his chest. He groaned, his body rigid — stiffening in a matter of seconds. The stake didn't go as far as getting his heart, but the injury it'd created was big enough to hold him down for sometime.“You evil peace of shit,” I cussed, spitting on his face. He writhed about, his nerves convulsing. Whirling around, I crouched beside Seline, placing a hand underneath her head.“Master.” She beame
SelineI watched in horror as Jax and Ferrara conversed on either sides of the glass coffin in the cold, dim crypt like old time buddies, instead of vengeful rivals. I never thought there would be a day I'd say it, but vampires acted foolish sometimes. Even ancient ones. None were as perfect as they thought.I had snuck through the house like it was no man's business. It was super easy, given that I'd in it for close to two months, perhaps. Jax's minions were agile, and alert, watching every corner like a hawk, but with the vampire king's blood running through my veins, they never stood a fair chance. They never expected a she-wolf to be so fast, to kill with such precision, with such grace. No one did, and I took them out discreetly, leaving a trail of bodies in the corridors and tunnel.“I killed her the way she wanted to kill me,” Ferrara's voice echoed, bouncing off the crypt walls, at me. “Drove a stake deep into her pretty little heart.”“Wow. The most common way to get rid of a
SelineWhen I regained consciousness, it was already nightfall. My chest felt heavy, and I couldn't feel my legs. Plus, I was hanging upside down in a crashed vehicle, covered in glass and wounds that had long healed, thanks to my shifter capabilities, and also Ferrara's blood. The fluid from the windshield wiper slowly drained out of the wood. I coughed, glancing around. The world was silent.Where am I? How did I get here?My temples throbbed as I shifted through my memory bank, trying to recall. At last the events came rushing back with a refreshing intensity. The road block. The vampires clinging onto the car metal. The crash.Oh, shit.Hurriedly, I ripped the seatbelt away, not ready when my back hit the roof of the battered sedan. My vision blurred. Pushing down a bitter taste in my mouth, I reached for the door lock in the dark. When my fingers stumbled onto the window opener as well, I heaved a sigh of relief. Muttering a quiet prayer, I pressed it gently, gasping when it slid
SelineI slowed down as I approached the huge gates. It was thrown wide open, with someone, a vampire no doubt, manning the guardhouse. There was something ominous about the atmosphere, and the unease nagging my guts only grew worse every passing second. “You'll have to lower your voice now, Iridessa. I'm already at the gates and things feel...off.”“What do you mean things feel off?” “I've got no time to explain. Got to go,” I said quickly before throwing the cellphone down and stopping beside the guardhouse. I rolled up the car windows just as a vampire exited the white, stately building.“Were you successful? Did you get the girl? Jax was just asking me about — ”Asshole.I snarled as I slammed the door open with enough force to knock him out flat on the floor. He stumbled backwards, eyes dazed in shock. With my enhanced vision, these vampires didn't even stand a chance of being subtle. Flying out of the car, I threw my weight on him, twisting his neck sideways before he even got
FerraraLike sunflowers peeling open their petals in the direction of sunlight, my chest puffed up, inflated with air the minute the sun sank down the horizon. All signs of sleep and sickness rolled away, my nerves refreshed and active more than ever.Quietly, I rose up, pushing open the glass coffin lid. My sole evening ritual whenever I woke up required me to gulp down a jar of pure, undiluted human blood. To keep up my supernatural strength, make me feel all powerful and immortal like a true king. But for once, in decades, I didn't feel like drinking anything. I didn't feel like recharging my drained body. I felt weak, confused...sad.Closing my coffin, I stretched out on it, my calloused hands clasped together as though in silent prayer. But who was I kidding? Who would I pray to? In all my years, ever since I was turned and became a king, I was the closest thing to a god. An immortal being, worshipped and revered by my people. By the world. I made the earth tremble underneath my