Revelations Coming (The Dark Truth Novel Series) (15 page)

A pair of soft lips and a wet tongue between her legs removed all thoughts of Arias from her head. She spread her thighs wide and placed her hand of the wavy head between her legs. She gasped as he lapped at her softly, his tongue flicking back and forth as quickly as a hummingbird’s wings. It’s attention directed solely at bringing her to climax…which was coming fast. Venus released a low moan, feeling the pressure build in lower abdomen. Breathless, she pressed her hand against the back of Drake’s head and there…she came hard and long and he sucked it all from her core. He continued to lick and suck until she was begging him to stop.

Drake lifted his head from between those beautiful thighs with a big smile on his face. His entire face was wet from giving her pleasure and he loved it. Feeling her quiver from head to toe and hearing her urge him on with her soft mewling, made him hard all over again. He prowled up her body, nipping at her skin earning more breathless gasps. He reached her perfect breasts and couldn’t resist latching on to a hard nipple. He needed to taste her, his fangs lengthening before the thought came to mind. Drake pierced her delicate skin gently and then he nearly blacked out from her taste. He became dizzy and disoriented on first pull. The second pull made him release uncontrollably. His third pull made him hard again and he thrust inside of her as he lifted his head from her breast. Her eyes were wide and bleeding to black with desire. Her beautiful, teasing lips formed an O  and their eyes locked as he buried himself deep. He swept his tongue one more time across his marks on her breast and felt her convulse around him.

Venus pulled at his arm that was braced above her head and Drake watched amazed as she brought his wrist to her lips. She kissed him softly, her bottom lip rubbing sensually along his vein. Surely, she wouldn’t, he thought to himself amused. Proven wrong again, quick as a snake bite she bit him…blunt teeth and all. He let out a groan at the dull pain and then mind-numbing pleasure as she pulled at his wrist. He used his other hand to wrap around her neck and he pounded into her…his release coming already, in waves. When she pulled her lips away, he collapsed at her side, drained but the happiest man on Earth.

Michael paced the halls of Riken’s palace, his sensitive ears picking up everything that had occurred that day. He shook his head at the turn of events. Jace’s reentry into the game was rather unexpected but the end justifies the means right? Venus was safely within the walls of the Rex Deus and it was only a matter of time now until he finished his duty here. He should be relieved, so why was he feeling this way. Two floors above him, Jace and Venus were going at it and it dropped Michael’s stomach to the floor.

Venus had chosen without hesitation once Jace revealed his true nature. She had chosen correctly. Only a few more minor details (turning her and impregnating her) were left before he could leave this hellhole. God, he didn’t want to be here for those events. He didn’t want to see her outside of her otherwise human existence. He didn’t want to see her belly rounded with Jace’s child, even if that child was to be the salvation of the world. Michael still couldn’t stomach it. He shook his head, these ridiculously high levels of testosterone were making his life more difficult than it should have been. When did he become so bitter? He thought suddenly with a sigh. He had his chance with Venus and he refused her. She had made her choice and he had made his. He pulled himself straight. He had a mission and he was going to see it fulfilled.

Arias reclined in his chair, much more calm than hours ago. Yes, there was still a gaping hole right through the middle of him. But he was sane and had an ultimate goal in mind. But first things first, he thought as he turned his attention on the Talmidim in front of him. A former Tzar, turned Talmidim during his reign in the 1500’s was known as Ivan, the Terrible for unimaginable mass killings in Russia. Before he was turned, he was already a hint crazy but with Vampyre blood running through his veins he was a monster. He was bloodthirsty, power hungry. He wanted Arias’ father’s crown and settled for drinking the blood of thousands for second prize. Arias still could not believe he had survived all these years and hell he looked like he was still in his prime.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this little visit Grozny?” Arias boomed inspecting his still bloody fingernails.

“My lord, I have mounted you an army,” Ivan said sitting forward in his chair, his eyes lit up and a sadistic grin on his face.

“You have mounted
me
an army,” Arias scoffed, interlocking his fingers behind his head.

Ivan nodded and leaned back again, his fingers tapping out a melodic rhythm on the arm of the chair.

“The timing is perfect but of course. You have just lost a key that our race has been waiting for. Your blood feud nemesis comes out of hiding to claim your prize and the Rex Deus think they have already won. Your army awaits your command, my lord.”

Arias sat silent for what seemed like an eternity.

“What is in it for you Grozny?”

“The pleasure of the kill. You unleashing me on the world…on the rest of the bloodlines. Chaos, my lord.”
“Why are you suddenly coming back to your bloodline Ivan? You have been rogue these past few hundred years. So, why now?”
“The finding of your mate changes things I must admit. It set things in motion. We are ready now my lord.”

A sense of peace fell upon the Dark Price. It settled into his bones and he closed his eyes and smiled. Ivan’s booming laughter filled the room and could be heard throughout the palace.

After Ivan left his room Arias swiveled his chair to the expansive window behind him. A wall to wall view of the Persian Gulf filled his tired eyes. Alone again, he thought of her. Remembering her soft, supple body he grew hard. The memory of her creamy blemish free skin against his own dark skin was a beautiful sight. He tried to picture her limbs entwined with his as they both lay breathless, void of any energy from their explosive sessions. Most of all, he remembered her eyes and that is what gave him confidence that he was still in her heart. When she looked at him, it felt like he was King. She saw him, faults and sins and all and she truly saw him. She looked at him with a deep love and tenderness. She softened his heart but he knew it was only towards her. He could never hate her. Never wish her ill will. If she was truly happy with that little imposter, he would leave her be but he wanted his chance at making her happy…giving her the life that she always dreamed of. Memories of the first night they saw each other, when she came to him without question filled his head. How she stood tall and proud and defiant, without fear amidst the gunfire to protect him. Oh, how he ached to hold her again, to feel her satin hair drape across his body, those sweet lips feed him with her nectar. His hand grazed his shaft, ridged and at full mast underneath his leather pants. He grabbed it like she would, firmly but with the softest touch. A knock at the door brought a deep growl from his chest.

“Leave me be,” he shouted towards the door, unzipping his pants and letting his cock spring free of its restraint. He palmed it, trying to get his concentration back picturing his woman on her knees in front of him right now looking eagerly up at him, with a mischievous grin on her face as those lips inched closer.

“My lord?” Justice called cracking the door open.

“Imbecile! Do I need to end you for good? Leave me!”

He heard the door open further and rage fueled him to stroke himself harder. Whispers of footsteps behind him made him peer over his shoulder. As Justice closed the door, Arias took in the small harem of six women stalking towards him.

Dressed in  nothing but opaque silks and diamonds, he watched as they undulated and danced for him, their arms caressing each other and fingers beckoning him to them.

Damn him, Arias thought towards Justice. He didn’t want to see nor even touch these whores

“Let us please you my lord,” a whore called seductively.

She was clearly the more brave out of all of them, stepping forward and peering at him greedily from her veil. Without any denial from him, she swayed closer and the others followed. She knelt before him much like he just imagined how his Queen would. The others crowded him, suffocating him with their cheap perfumes masking their musky scent. God, how he missed Venus’ unique scent. It reminded him of a new day, fresh as spring, as juicy as a freshly picked ripe apple, sweet as honeysuckle straight from the vine. The whore put her hands on him and the others closed in latching their mouths on his chest and back. His hands darted out and wrapped around her jeweled wrists stopping forward progress.

“Let me take away memory of the little tramp. She clearly doesn’t deserve you,” the whore purred in their native tongue and Arias erupted.

He jumped up from his chair simultaneously grabbing the disrespectful wretch by the throat. The others scattered, though human clearly feeling his eruption of power.

The whore’s eyes popped wide as he flexed his arm.

“You dare,” he growled guiding them both to the nearest wall.

“You dare speak of her,” he squeezed harder, her nails digging into his hands trying to tear him away.

Loud gurgles came from her lips and he smiled as he liked that much better than the filth that she just uttered about his woman.

His fangs lengthened and he watched pleased as tears rolled down her face. Quick as a flash he tore through her throat and the gurgles abruptly stopped. He didn’t even feed on her, he just did enough to end her despicable life. Deep in his thoughts he didn’t even hear the screams from the whores behind him. He stood and walked back to his chair, turning it back to the ocean oblivious to the others still in the room. He didn’t notice when Justice flew into the room, appalled at the scene and quickly dispatched the rest of the whores’ lives with quick care. He didn’t notice Justice cleaning up the messy job he did to the mouthy one nearest him. He didn’t notice Justice pausing before he left the room, gazing at Arias’ back with worry painted across his features. No, Arias was in another world altogether.

13

Venus finished strapping on her last weapon, a 6 inch blade tucked in a sheath between her breasts. For weeks she and Drake had hunted together. It was like second nature the two of them together. They complemented each other…whatever weakness he had, she was there to compensate and vice versa. She was gaining confidence in her ability as a huntress. She learned quickly from Drake and though she had neither the extreme full Vampyre speed nor strength yet, she fine-tuned whatever skills and abilities she did have.

“Ready love?” Drake asked coming into the room silently, wrapping his arms around her from the back, and burying his chin into the crook of her neck. Venus leaned into him.

It was strange the feeling that swept over her whenever he was around. He gave her strength. She almost felt like someone else. After a long night of hunting, she would rest her head on his chest and they would talk for hours. Venus was so used to keeping to herself, used to having no one to talk to or turn to or cry against. Having Drake there, listening, holding her, kissing away the tears, loving her no matter what…it was a blessing. Each night she curled up to him and let out a tiny piece of horror she experienced she felt lighter. And it definitely wasn’t one sided. Aside from the one night when Drake couldn’t tell her about his life, he poured himself out to her. And she loved him for it.

“We have to get going baby,” he murmured into her throat.

She nodded and gave herself one more look in the mirror.

Drake pulled Venus through the narrow, unlit alleyways. It was chilly, her breath a warm tickle against the back of his neck. He could sense the Talmidim were close. The Talmidim of his bloodline that were still loyal brought him news earlier that day. There was an influx in Paris, they saw a group of about twenty the previous night preying the Bastille district, famous for its nightclubs so that’s where Drake and Venus were headed. He had also heard whispers about the rogue Talmidim…that they were being led by the Descendants of Cain. Drake chose to keep that little tidbit to himself for now. He wanted to avoid all discussion about Arias away right now. He knew she was still affected by that monster so he was trying to bury himself as deep as he could in her heart. Drake knew that Arias could not have given up so easily on his prize.

They slowed as the pulsing beat of the house Djs rumbled their bodies, and the streets grew so crowded that they had to weave their way through. He could smell them. Talmidim had a distinct scent as they survived from drinking blood. It was a pungent, metallic scent…depending on the individual’s nature, they could smell horrid, like rotting corpses. A small group of college aged human males were sloppy drunk and walking their way. As each one caught sight of Venus, their body language changed and Drake tensed for a confrontation. He squeezed Venus’ hand slightly to let her know to be aware and she reassured him with a light squeeze back. One of the drunk males broke away from his back and stumbled toward them. His eyes were solely plastered on his woman.

“Damn, you’re so fucking fine,” the blonde slurred. “Ditch this loser and come party with us.”

He edged closer and Drake tensed. He hesitated to mark his territory with Venus here on their hunting ground. It would blow their cover but this one definitely had it coming.