Page 44 of You Will Crave Me
“You insult me, Donovan. You know I don’t like being lied to,” I reminded him.
He swallowed hard enough that his Adam’s apple bobbed. He moved to get out of the bed and I snapped.
“Stay where you are!”
His body tensed, muscles going rigid, but he didn’t move.
“Lay down,” I commanded.
Donovan did as he was told… finally. “Father, I’m sorry. I’m just not ready,” he attempted to plea.
I rolled my eyes, because after four centuries, him being “not ready” to sire a child was some bullshit I didn’t need to hear. He had younger brothers who had sired wonderful children and were proud Fathers. He would be no exception. I reached over, taking the arm of the angry ginger and tossed him on the air mattress next to Donovan. The human tried to roll away, but Noel was quick to push him back onto the bed, then he stood guard. The human glared up at him, then me, then Donovan. His anger was thick in the air, he was seething with rage. If he were one of those cartoons Derek enjoyed watching, you’d be able to see the fumes of ire wafting from his body. I liked that amount of passion; he would make a fine vampire once Donovan got him in check.
“I don’t even understand why there’s the rush,” Donovan prattled on, which incensed me. I advanced on him fast, backhanding him hard across his face, and he grunted from the impact of the blow. His jaw broken and now mishappened. He moaned as he turned back to face me, pain and humiliation plastered all over his face. I knew why, and it had been my intention. I was disciplining him in front of not only his younger brother, Noel, but in front of his soon-to-be son. But he’d brought this on himself.
“It’s not your place to question my orders, boy!” I growled. “You follow them or suffer the consequences of your own stubbornness and apparently, stupidity.” I stepped back and nodded toward the human who Noel had stripped naked while I was dealing with Donovan. His jaw was completely healed now, but he was still frowning. “Take control of your future child, Donovan,” I commanded.
Donovan already knew he’d pissed me off. The only thing he could do now was not compound his error. He grabbed the human and pinned him to the bed. “Father, please… just give me a little more time.”
“No. This human is a perfect match for you,” I said.
“He’s not even gay, Father,” Donovan whined.
This time, I didn’t say anything. I glared at Donovan, my eyes turning red in my fury.
“Shit,” Donovan cursed.
“Embracehim now,” was my order.
Donovan took a deep breath, released it, then let his fangs extend. He knew there was no way around it. He would become a real father tonight. This son would not be shipped overseas for someone else to raise. The human, whose name I hadn’t bothered to find out, didn’t scream. He was far too belligerent for that. He growled and tried to headbutt Donovan, but was unsuccessful. Donovan pushed his head back against the mattress, exposing his throat. The human’s flesh was flushed with a red tint from all of his exertion. He strained against Donovan, muscles bulging, veins popping up against his flesh. The one in the neck was thick and begging to be drained. That was when my son struck. The human’s back arched from the pain of his bite. Another growl came from the ginger, muffled still by the gag well placed over his mouth.
I watched as Donovan fed on the human, taking his blood into himself, transforming the blood into something divine. As my son fed, the human’s struggles ceased and he arched against Donovan, moaning in pleasure. His eyes rolled up in his head while his cock hardened instantly. I wouldn’t be surprised if he felt some lightheaded sensations. The whole experience I was sure was euphoric. I’d never know what it would feel like to beEmbracedby one of my sons or someone like myself. Ara’s bite, when he’d claimed me, was extremely painful.
It was almost a cruel sort of agony, because at the same time, his cock had been inside of me, making me feel intense pleasure. Only to ruin it by his bite. I remember begging Tylendel for help, anything to take the pain away, but it was all for nothing. I simply had to endure. This red-headed human should consider himself very fortunate. Especially since he was being reborn of my line, my blood.
Donovan pulled back, swooning as the blood worked its magic over him. His human’s cock was semi erect now, but glistening with the load he’d released during the feeding. I wasn’t done punishing Donovan, though.
“Lay on your back, Donovan,” I commanded. Donovan did as he was told, his eyes still cloudy from his bloodswoon. I walked over to the bed, then pushed Donovan’s legs apart. “I’m sure you remember how it feels to sire a child. But there are parts of the body where you can let them feed that can limit or expand the intensity of pain you experience during that rebirth. Did you know that?”
Donovan shook his head. “No, Father,” he said, his eyes much clearer now. Again, he swallowed hard.
“The wrist is the best place for the least pain. Then the neck, but the most painful place for them to feed is here,” I said, then I ran my finger along the artery of his inner thigh. I watched as Donovan’s muscles began to tense, as he knew exactly what was going to happen next. Noel, without needing to have me tell him, assisted the human, positioning him between Donovan’s legs.
“Father, please. I’m sorry,” Donovan said.
I ignored him and slit his femoral vein with my nail, letting his thick blood bubble up from the wound. He hissed when I split his skin, but that pain would pale in comparison to what was coming. Noel held the human’s slightly parted mouth to the wound. It took only a few second for the human to lap at the blood and once that happened, he latched onto the wound and Donovan cried out, his back arching on the bed as his face contorted in agony.
“Oh God!” he gasped and reached down, as if to shove his child away.
“Leave him!” I snapped.
Donovan looked at me, eyes pleading for mercy, but I was past all patience with him at this point. He fell back to the bed, squirming in pain, and screamed as he gripped the sheets. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the sympathy in Noel’s expression. He didn’t like seeing his older brother in such a state, but it was fair. Donovan needed to learn his lesson. The ginger feasted greedily, and the harder he sucked, the more painful the feeding and the weaker Donovan became. His screams now just soft whimpers and pants. He was too weak to move and I let his child feed a bit more, making sure he would be nice and strong, before I pulled him off the wound. Donovan let loose a little cry of relief, his bottom lip trembling as if in fever.
“Take him to the bathroom,” I told Noel, and he followed my orders.
The human was dazed, still reeling from the delicious blood he’d ingested. He let Noel lead him away with ease. I left the bedroom to retrieve the four humans Donovan had stored away. I freed them and compelled them to follow me and I led them back to my son. He was still lying on the bed as I knew he would be having nearly been drained to the last drop. I slit the wrist of one of the humans and pressed it to his open mouth. His sucking was gentle at first and the more blood he took in, the stronger he became. He grabbed the human’s wrist and growled as the blood filled him.
He'd managed to put up a wall, trying to block me from penetrating his thoughts. I smirked, because I didn’t need to read his mind to know what he was thinking and feeling. Donovan could be as ornery as he was petty. Well, if he was already upset with me, he was surely going to hate what I was going to do next. I watched as he drained the human dry, then let him go. The corpse slid to the floor. He was one of four that would see the same end soon.
