Vampire Lords of Blacknall: Trinity (12 page)

“I’m going to see Cull,” Trinity’s voice snarled. “See if he lost another whore.”

Church didn’t stop him as he turned and left the mansion, which should have made him wonder, but he was too tightly wound to consider it. He knew Cull would not be out in the early evening light. Cull wasn’t a day walker and Cull would very much like to discover how to become one. However, the Blacknall brothers were all mute on the subject. Therefore, Trinity knew he’d find Cull in the darkest corners.

Where he did find Cull was in a candle-lit room laying under an ample-figured whore. They lay upon a groaning feather mattress. Bouncing actually. Trinity raised an eyebrow as the red lace curtains fluttered when he entered the room. He’d never have believed Cull would enjoy being dominated. However, that’s all it could be called, seeing the naked and rotund woman heaving over Cull, who was tied to the bedposts by his wrists. The hearty woman was slapping Cull’s red face, calling him belittling names, as she demanded that he fuck her harder with …

“Your puny little cock!” The tart was not even a vampire.

“Unbelievable,” Trinity muttered.

The woman was too involved to hear his remark. However, Cull’s sharper hearing caught it right away. Even as involved as he was. “Bloody hell, who’s there?” Cull exclaimed, trying to see around the large curves of the bouncing woman. “Stop, Rose! Bloody well, stop fucking, will you? Someone’s here!”

Trinity leaned a shoulder against the wall watching Rose’s buttocks gyrate. She seemed un-inclined to halt her vigorous intent. He picked up Cull hissing urgently at her. “Untie me, ya damn bitch, or I’ll rip your neck out!”

“
Don’t
do it, Rose,” Trinity’s voice flung sharply across the room. Rose’s heavy undulations ground to a halt as he stepped forward, baring his fangs and letting the predator’s yellow glint fill his eyes.

Rose screeched as Cull bucked beneath her, cussing and trying to better threaten her into untying him. Trinity supposed the loose vampire won out over the bound one, and Rose lumbered off Cull to clutch her opulent nude body unsuccessfully with her arms and hands.

“Out!” Trinity snarled, stomping one foot forward.

Rose bolted as best she could with her obese size, and then he turned, leaping onto the bed, standing over Cull.

“Fucking cunt!” Cull screamed, twisting his wrists violently against the leather straps, made just for the purpose of holding someone prisoner to the bed. Cull’s eyes turned into glowing red diamonds with fear and anger as he hissed upward, trying to use his legs to push him away.

“I saw that last night,” Trinity hissed, ignoring Cull’s futile attempts as he lowered to a crouch, and he grasped Cull’s agitated chin.

“Seen what?” Cull heaved over his distended fangs and the clamp on his jaw.

“Red glints in the woods,” Trinity charged, planting his other hand into Cull’s chest and shoving down hard. “Be still,” he ordered sharply.

Cull grunted several times before stopping most of his body’s bucking motions. “You’re nearly sitting on my cock, Blacknall,” he spat.

Trinity snapped Cull’s head to the side, exposing his neck as he snarled and bared his fangs lowering his mouth for a ripping shot.

“No!” Cull screeched. “Please, Master, I’ll be good. I’ll be good.”

Trinity stopped, holding Cull arched, as he spoke. “Another woman slaughtered in the woods last night, Cull.”

“No,” Cull rasped beneath the hard stretch of his neck.

“Are you missing any more whores?” Trinity asked.

“No,” Cull’s strained voice echoed. “I don’t know. Been here.”

“I saw the eyes of a vampire in the woods,” Trinity muttered.

A newly turned vampire began its transformation with just a red glint in its eyes. The longer it lived, and the more it fed, expanded the red in its irises, until they were full red like Cull’s when aroused with emotion. It took many decades and blood to turn a vampire’s eyes fully red, which meant the red glints he’d seen suggested a more recently turned vampire. Only day walkers, such as the Blacknalls, had yellow eyes with hints of red slashed in their centers.

“You couldn’t smell him?” Cull asked.

The question itself was innocuous. It was a logical progression. However, there was something in Cull’s tightening posture and the tone of his voice that caught Trinity’s attention.

“No, I couldn’t,” he answered, releasing Cull’s neck to watch his face.

“Strange,” Cull muttered, but his face said otherwise. It revealed that Cull was very pleased.

“Yes.” Trinity’s eyes narrowed. “A vampire, yet one that cannot be scented.” Although, he’d detected a faint scent at the Row Street murder scene. Even then, he should have been able to smell the bastard better. Vampire … or not.

Then it came to him, with awareness so forceful, he nearly revealed its arrival on his face. What power would another vampire hold if it could move about and not be traced by other vampires? Not trailed by the Blacknall brothers …

“What are you up to?” Trinity demanded, snarling fiercely at Cull.

Cull started to sputter and lie. Trinity reached for a short sword that must be Cull’s, on the bedside table. Within one aggressive motion, he stood and swung the sword downward toward Cull’s neck.

“No!” Cull screamed.

Trinity stopped the blade’s edge just at the edge of Cull’s neck. “I heard a rumor!” Cull cried out.

“And?” Trinity asked in a hissed utterance.

“One blood claimed that he could …” Trinity’s gaze suddenly leapt to the east. “Watch the edge of that blade,” Cull yelped.

Trinity ignored the fact that he’d cut the side of Cull’s neck as he jumped off the bed and he let the sword drop to the floor with a clatter.

“Where are you going?” Cull exclaimed. “You can’t just leave me like this!” he screamed.

But he could, and he did.

Beth …

Chapter Fourteen

T
rinity leapt off his galloping stallion before it reached a full stop. Beth had been in danger … terrified. He’d felt the jolt of it at Cull’s. Yet since that first peal of fright … nothing. His boots attacked the ground running. His last sense of her placed her well behind the mansion that she resided in. The reason he couldn’t feel anything about her now threw fear through him.

Why not inside the mansion? He looked from a dry creek bed up to the back of the mansion in the distance as he ran. Why was there no sense of her? He was afraid it meant she was dead … He didn’t understand his ability to feel her fear. It could be corrupt or false, but he didn’t stop.

His sharp gaze pierced the darkness and clinging fog. On the grass just before the trees, his acute vision caught sight of a pale limb. He turned toward it, scanning the area for danger. Whatever brought Beth to this spot appeared to be gone.

“Maiden, be alive,” he whispered with desperation that was foreign to him, as he landed over her crumpled form. The fog and sweat drenched his long hair, making it cling in chunks against his shoulder as he went down on one knee over Beth. She lay on her side and she looked naked wearing just a thin gown that was wet with the night dew and painted to her lush curves. Her coal black hair was so long it covered her face and clung to the mound of her breasts. Her arms were outstretched, as though she’d been blindly running and fallen where she lay.

He felt wretchedness he’d not felt in decades seize his chest.
No.
He scooped her upper body toward him, bringing her to his chest, shoving the grasping hair away from her face. She moaned and he felt her lips move against his chest. The agony sprang free from unnamed pain into overpowering relief.

“Maiden,” he uttered hoarsely.

“Trinity?” Her hot breath warmed his chest. “I prayed you’d come, even as I knew I shouldn’t.”

“What danger?” he asked, amazed at the strength she held to deny the craving for his blood that had to have its demand on her.

“It w-was,” she stuttered.

Beth couldn’t name all the reasons why she hesitated to tell Trinity the revelations about her stepbrother. Shame being one of the strongest making her reluctant. “A horrible nightmare,” she said, lying with a trembling voice. “I-I dreamt of being chased.”

He shifted her body, lifting her upright, and she clasped her hands to his shoulders, leaning her head back to look up at him. She was acutely aware of the promise of his blood so close to her lips. The excitement and heat of desiring it flowed through her as Trinity’s wide hand settled on the slope of her waist. She could feel each of his long fingers as if they touched her skin. A sound rose from her throat like a low moan of longing.

“Are you hurt?” he asked as long strands of his damp hair clung to her cheek.

“No,” she said. “But, how did you know …”

“I don’t know, Beth,” he responded, with mild yellow glows circling his irises. She’d seen them full yellow in color. “I felt your fear.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Yet she wasn’t sorry at all. Hearing her name on his lips was like a caress.

He shook his head slightly at her apology, but no words came with it, only his gaze lowered to look at her mouth, while his hand moved down to the curve of her hip, then stroked upward again.

In that instant, she saw the lengthening of his front teeth into sharp fangs. Shocking and so close as she’d not be able to deny their existence. She quivered with a gasp. “Will you bite me?” she asked, afraid, but confused at the partial hopeful feelings that rose inside her.

“You are temptation beyond temptation, maiden.”

His voice was a low rumble, but the inflection of his words was strange over the thickness of his fangs. He raised his hand not supporting her to brush the hair from her temple. “We are stronger than our urges,” he said, and she nodded slowly to him. He looked from her lips to her eyes. “You seem to have found your strength.”

Beth looked at the vein in his wrist quickly, then back to his transfixing eyes. “I’m not so certain,” she whispered, clenching her fingers into his strong shoulders.

His hand continued to brush the hair from her face. “The craving is there, yet you are not crazed because of it.”

It was true, yet this close to him it was so much harder. “Will it go away?” she asked.

He sighed settling his hand on the side of her neck. “I don’t know. With time apart, for you, I hope so.” For reasons she couldn’t name, she didn’t care for the implication she knew was coming from his lips, as he said, “Maiden, this must be the last time we see each other.” Then, she knew why she had the awful feeling …

“No!” she cried, shamefully throwing herself upward against him. She understood he spoke the truth, yet she couldn’t stand it. She expected him to push her away. Instead, he put his arms around her holding her within a tight embrace as her tears fell against his collarbone.

Tremors ran through Trinity’s body. He’d not felt the like of them since he’d been beneath his sadistic stepfather’s control. The slight tremors were not of fear … pain, yes … and definitely the temptations of blood and a soft curving body. More he couldn’t put a name too. Yet before the thought caused him caution, he stroked his hand downward as his mouth lay pressed to the warmth of Beth’s fragile neck.

One rounded bottom cheek filled his hand. He squeezed, feeling the heaviness of Beth’s barely clad breasts against his chest. Her curving, ripe figure was made for his desire and he wanted to stroke every inch of her. What was it about this woman? Her body was as cold as his was against the stroke and kneading motions of his hand. He should stop. He didn’t. He should push away from her temptation … he didn’t.

The only solace to his brand of moralizing was that he didn’t bite her. Yet by the Devil that made him, and by the God his mother had worshipped … he wanted to.

He inched his mouth away from her neck, throwing his thoughts into the feeling of her lush body beneath his hands, the lesser of two evils. He shouldn’t, yet he was a selfish beast. Lechery taunted him to sample that it might appease the greater threat of taking her blood. Yet no amount of internal combat seemed able to stop his touch.

Beth’s lips moved against his throat, warm and soft. So innocent. The excitement of a woman untouched by any man filled him. He leaned back slightly, dropping his head and the pleasure of her mouth was against his lips. She gasped into his kiss as he wound thick damp strands of her hair around his fingers.

Beth knew the difference between wanting Trinity’s blood and wanting him … the moment he kissed her. All rational thought left. She moaned sounds of needy pleasure, pressing against him as though she could become part of him. He took control of her mouth, repeatedly molding her lips beneath his. Her hand gripped his hair as her other hand curled into the cloth of his jacket. It was the most pleasurable thing she’d ever felt and her body swayed into his body and against his hand stroking her back and squeezing her bottom. Her mind whirled with pleasure as little moans panted from her throat.

His tongue pressed between her lips and entered her mouth. She felt the pointy tip of his fangs grazing her lips; they weren’t long and intimidating as she’d seen them before, but retracted.

“Beth,” Trinity inhaled, lifting his lips from Beth’s sweet mouth.

She moaned at the lost kiss, undulating her curves into his body, and Trinity saw the dazed lust in her luminous eyes. This was what a woman befogged by his lust looked like and he wondered if she’d finally succumbed to his unnatural allure. It was nearly enough to halt his ill-cautioned lust. He despised the puppet-like quality of women transfixed by his arousal.

Nearly … but then, there was the feel of her full figure beneath his hands. Large breasts with big nipples, tightening to his fondling fingertips as he wished the nightgown were torn away. Beth’s eyes closed and her lips panted as he taught her new extremes of pleasure.

His life was always black fighting white. The darkness had to see her as the ultimate temptation and the light would not allow him to take her virginity or her blood. His fangs made quick work slicing the ties holding the thin cloth across her breasts as her back arched over his supporting arm. He was beyond wondering if she were mesmerized or not.