Lorne (The Dark League 1) (4 page)

I rolled my eyes as he slid down my body and positioned himself between my widely spread legs. He tore my panties and spread my legs still further.

“Lorne!“ I cried, as his tongue dipped amongst my wet folds and found my opening. He slid his tongue inside me and I writhed about. I had had no idea that a man could do anything like this. His tongue went deeper and deeper inside me and found all the sensitive places within me. I could hear him groaning as he drank my juices directly from the source. Groaning, I threw my head about.

“Oh, god!“ I gasped. “Oh, Lorne. Yes. Ohhh! Oh, please, don’t stop!“

His finger found my pearl and rubbed it with firm, circular movements whilst his tongue did crazy things inside me. I could feel myself heading towards something huge and dug my fingers into the sheet beneath me. Then I came so hard that I cried out, uncontrolled, seeing stars. For a moment everything went black, then I lay there, trembling, my heart pounding madly. Lorne appeared between my legs and moved over me.
 

“Look at me, Trisha,“ he said and I tried to follow his wish but I was so weak. “Trisha,“ his voice again pushed through the mist enshrouded me. I groaned, then at last managed to look at him. He was smiling.

“You’ll grow stronger and get used to what I can give you.“

“Wow,“ I uttered weakly. “Is it always like that with a vampire? No wonder all women are crazy for a vampire lover.“

He laughed quietly.

“No, Trisha. It’s not always like that. Only between vampires that have mutually exchanged blood. Are you ready for more? I’ll die right now if I can’t at last be inside you.“

I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me.
 

“Fuck me!“ I urged him hoarsely.

I felt his cock at my opening and groaned quietly.

Slowly he pushed inside me. I felt him holding back to give me a chance to get used to his enormous size, but I was more than ready for him. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pushing my belly towards him. Groaning, he pushed himself as far as possible inside me.

“Yes!“ I cried and tears poured from my eyes. It was so intense that it was almost too much for me. Lorne kissed me passionately as he began to move inside me. He gasped.

“Fuck! You are so tight! Ohh, fuck! Trisha!“

Lorne

Groaning, I threw my head back. No woman had ever felt so good. Her pussy was closing so tightly around my shaft that I had to summon up all my willpower not to come straight away. Her blood had made me even wilder. Her taste was unsurpassed. I knew that it would be damn hard to let her go again. I was addicted to her. I would never get enough of her. Every sigh, every groan from her, was increasing my arousal hugely. The desire to dig my teeth into her flesh again, to taste her sweet blood, was great, but I knew that it would probably kill her. She would soon grow stronger and then I would not need to hold back any longer, but this time I had to rein in my impulses. Her transformation was not yet complete. Soon!

“Lorne!“ she cried and I knew that she was almost there. I moved my hand down to her sweet clit and helped her to the climax. I groaned as her tight pussy closed even more tightly around my cock as she came.
 

“Trisha,“ I gasped, pumping hard into her one more time, before roaring loudly as I poured inside her. Blood rushed into my ears. I had never come so intensely. I knew that my roar could probably be heard throughout the whole of the headquarters but I did not care. Everyone should know that I was fucking Trisha. I wanted to brand her so that everyone knew that she belonged to me. I wanted to kill anyone who touched her. But that was wrong. Too risky investing feelings for a woman. My instinct was fighting with my reason. My reason won, but it was close. I could only hope that the transformation would soon be complete before I lost control of my impulses. At the moment all I could do was keep her in my room where no one could become aware of her seductive scent. As long as she was in this condition I could not trust any of my brothers in arms. I would not bet my life on the fact that they would suppress their impulses. What was more, I did not want it to come down to a fight amongst the men. It could only take another one or two days for this critical phase of the transformation to be over. After that she would gradually start to live her own life in the League.
 

Chapter 3

Trisha

The door closed with an finality that pierced my heart like a dagger thrust. Tears, that I had held back until now, shot into my eyes and rolled hotly down my cheeks. I raised a hand to wipe away the tears. As I caught sight of my hand afterwards I scream. Blood was on it. It took a while for me to grasp what this meant and I ran into the little bathroom that belonged to this room to look at myself in the mirror. These were not normal tears pouring out of my eyes. It was blood. I was crying blood!

I turned the tap on and began to wash my face. Again and again I splashed water over my face with my hands. Then I lifted my head,
 
staring again at my reflection. I looked pale and puffy. There was still blood here and there on my face and I took a hand towel from the hook to wipe my face. Only when I could not see a single trace of blood on my face did I turn off the tap, relieved, and drop the towel onto the floor.

There was a knock at the door and my heart automatically began to pound. Was it Lorne, who had after all finally made a decision and wanted to have me back in his room? But it was not Lorne’s scent that I smelt on my way to the door. Whoever was behind the door and had knocked, it was not my creator. It was more of a flowery scent, befitting a woman rather than a man. There was another knock.

“Yes, I’m coming,“ I grumbled unhappily, then I reached the door and opened it.

“Hi! I’m Charleene! You must be Trisha,“ I was greeted by a breathtakingly beautiful woman. She had short jet black hair and bright blue eyes framed by long dark eyelashes.
 

“Hi,“ I managed with difficulty.

Until now I had only met a few of the League and whenever I met one of the inhabitants of this enormous house I felt a little uncomfortable. But with this female vampire I was actually speechless. An amused smile came over her well-formed lips.
 

“I thought we could go and get something to eat together,“ said Charleene and I took a while to grasp that she did not mean going to eat a pizza but going on a human hunt together. Although I had already come through the transformation several days earlier and had gone hunting with Lorne every night, my mind had not yet forgotten the old habits and so I often caught myself thinking of food, again and again, as pizzas, burgers and steaks rather that blood.
 

The day before yesterday, on one of our nighttime raids, I had even secretly slipped a bar of chocolate into my pocket, planning to eat it later when I was alone. That had not been a good idea – the very first bite literally stuck in my throat and I felt so unwell, for hours, that Lorne had known straight away what I had done. But instead of reacting with the expected anger he had amazingly reacted with understanding and concern. He had taken care of me and given me his blood, which had helped my stomach to settle.

“Well?“ Charleene’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“Oh! I ... I don’t know if I ... I’ve only been with Lorne so far ...“

“Lorne’s gone hunting with his flame!“ Charleene winked and a painful stab in my heart made me crumble inside.

“Oh right! Well ... then there’s no reason why not then,“ I stammered, trying not to let my pain show, but vampires were extremely good observers and so Charleene took me by the arm and looked at me sympathetically.

“Oh dear!“ she said and I knew that she had seen through me. “You’re in love with Lorne!“

I shook my head decisively although I knew that it was pointless lying to a vampire.
 

“I thought that because he had put you up in here there was nothing between you. But now things are becoming clear to me! Yes, now it makes much more sense!“

“What? What makes sense?“ I asked, annoyed.

“Lorne’s strange behaviour!“ explained Charleene.

“I don’t understand.“

“Well, for a start, he never goes hunting with Davina. He fucks her, and that’s that. I did wonder why he was going hunting specifically with his playmate.“

“Probably because he wants something from her,“ I responded in a toneless voice. My heart was aching as if it was being torn to pieces by a pack of hungry wolves.
 

Charleene was shaking her head.
 

“No! That’s not it. And then this reaction when Lothaire offered to go hunting with you. He almost went for Lothaire’s throat. Then he turned to me and said that I should go hunting with you. That’s why I’m here.“

It hurt that Lorne did not want to have anything more to do with me and was ordering other vampires to take me on.

“I don’t need a babysitter!“ I said bitterly. “I can go hunting alone! You don’t need to ...“

“Nonsense!“ the vampire interrupted. “Firstly, Lorne could never force me to go hunting with you – I only agreed because I liked the idea. Secondly, we always go at least in pairs. We mutually make sure that we don’t lose control when eating. The power of blood is strong. Once you lose control you become a Renegade quicker than you would imagine.“

I tried to numb the pain that I was feeling but I could simply not get Lorne out of my head and his rejection was like a poisonous thorn in my heart.

“Vampires feel emotions much more deeply the humans,“ said Charleene sympathetically. “I’ve been through this myself. More than once. Believe me, I know what it feels like. But I know what helps. Come on! What you need is a little thrill of the chase!“

Charleene was right. The hunt did help me, a little, to forget the pain in my heart. At least for a while. When I crept into my bed at dawn, though, the pain returned with full force. I had always slept in Lorne’s arms during recent nights and I missed his warmth, his hard, muscular body and his familiar scent. And although I really had satiated myself on the hunt, I longed for Lorne’s blood. In frustration, I got out of bed and went to the window. I pushed aside the heavy curtain that was supposed to keep out the daylight. Outside it was still twilight but on the horizon the sky was already beginning to turn red. A movement in the garden caught my attention. Two figures were creeping between the trees: the one, larger figure, grabbed the other and pushed it against one of the trees. I could make out enough in the twilight to know that the two of them were having sex, even though I could not make out any details. I could see flashes of blond hair and slightly light, naked skin. The sight of the pair only made my longing for Lorne greater. I was about to turn away, filled with pain, when I saw that the woman had pulled away from the man and was now running over the lawn to the house. I had never seen this female vampire before but she was very sexy with her full breasts that were half falling out of her wide open blouse. Her long legs, in net stockings and only scantily covered by an ultra-mini skirt, were shod in blood-red high heels. I admired the way this woman could run so fast across the lawn with heels like that without stumbling. I could see the man coming out of the shadows and strolling slowly after the woman. As he came closer and I recognised his face my heart missed a beat. Lorne! So the blond woman must be the playmate that Charleene told me about. Davina! Lorne, the damn bastard, had not only gone hunting with her – he had shagged her, too! Son of a bitch! Charleene had been wrong when she had stated that Lorne’s behaviour meant that he felt more for me. He seemed to have consoled himself with somebody else quickly. The whole time, without a doubt, he had not been able to wait to finally get rid of me so that he could shag about again as he pleased. Of course he had never promised me anything. He had even, from the beginning, said that he would only accompany me through the transformation process and help me to get on my feet as a vampire. But the passionate meetings with him had made me hope that he might feel the same for me as I did for him.
 

Suddenly Lorne looked up and looked directly up at my window. I froze and my heart began to go completely mad. It was still quite dusky outside and I could only see a silhouette of Lorne’s face, yet I could very clearly feel his eyes boring into mine.
 

Lorne

I could feel someone looking at me and raised my head. My eyes automatically went to Trisha’s window. There she was. She must have seen me with Davina. I had no idea why I felt so damn guilty but the bad conscience that I felt could not be denied. And yet I was in no way accountable to Trisha. We were not mates and I could fuck whoever I wanted.

As if hypnotised, I stared up at Trisha. She was looking directly at me, her face half in shadow, but the first morning light was shining on the right-hand side of her face and I could clearly see that her face was full of pain. That did not exactly help me to calm my damn conscience. It was much more like a stab in my own heart. I did not want to hurt her but I could not admit those feelings that had arisen between us. This kind of consuming passion was dangerous! Serge’s example had clearly shown that. A lot of my brothers were convinced that a firm relationship brought too many complications with it and that was why there were very few couples amongst us who were mates. The relationship between mates went much deeper than human relationships. It was forever. Only the death of a partner ended the bond and usually the one remaining
 
soon followed its dead mate or went insane. No! I would not risk this either for myself or for Trisha! I lived a dangerous life. I could be killed and that would bring about Trisha’s doom. As long as we did not admit that there was a bond, it was still painful, but nothing compared to the sadness over a mate.

Sighing, I looked away and forced my legs to move forward. Inside I was completely in pieces, as never before in my existence as a vampire. With Davina I had now ruined things for myself, too, after murmuring Trisha’s name just now whilst having sex. Davina had pushed me away angrily and marched off. My cock did not take it very well, either, not getting to come. Yes, it was easy to work out that this was the worst night that I had ever experienced.