Page 47 of You Will Crave Me
I took a couple deep breaths, then continued. “I love being a vampire/wolf hybrid. I love commanding people to do what I want. I love fucking whoever I want. I love the pleasure it gives me. I love to kill…” I lowered my head at that confession. That was the one I’d been lying to myself about more than any other lie. I was a killer who enjoyed the hunt of my prey and their inevitable slaughter at my hands. “Oh God… Please forgive me, but I do. It’s my nature,” I admitted and the bile that threatened to rise and spew from my mouth felt like lava in my throat.
“So, you want me to kill Delilah quickly, is that it?” Dante asked.
I looked back up at him. “No, please don’t kill her at all, Sire… Father,” I begged.
Dante smirked. “It’s too late for that, Dom. But I will do this for you. I will let you kill her. I will stop the torture and you will put her out of her misery. But first, find Zachery and sire him. You’ll need this.” Dante pulled a torn piece of cloth from his pocket and tossed it on the floor. “It has his scent. Perhaps, you can both feed from Delilah. But she dies tonight. That is your punishment for your blatant disobedience. And now you see, it was all for nothing. You’re at the top of the food chain, Dominic. A powerful predator, I’m glad you’ve finally accepted that.”
“I’m sorry, Father,” I said.
Dante rose from the chair. “I’m sure you are. The next time you defy me, Dom, you will regret it more than even Delilah’s death. Are you picking up what I’m putting down?”
I nodded. “Yes, Father.”
“Good.”
“What about David, Father?” I asked. I knew Dante couldn’t care less what happened to him. He didn’t know him, but I did.
Dante arched an eyebrow and smirked. “He’s waiting to see if you disappoint me tonight. If you don’t, he’ll become pack. If you do, he’ll become pack dinner. So, I guess you can say two lives depend on you siring Zach. Now, go hunt for your child. If you don’t find him within four hours, the torture resumes. Oh, and you will do this alone.” With those last words, Dante left and it felt like I had been talking to a stranger.
I was shaking with so many emotions as I rose to my feet. I knew I was pushing Dante’s patience with me, but I didn’t think he’d do this. Fuck, I’d been a damned fool. I took a few minutes to resolve myself to what I had to do tonight. I picked up the cloth from the floor and inhaled it, locking in Zachary’s scent. I then removed my clothes. I was a wolf too, and now that I had my first transformation, I knew what to expect. I left my home, walking past Lee and Omari, and neither said anything to me. I walked outside and shifted into my wolf form. I couldn’t do the mid-level form that was the strongest, the half-beast form, but this was good enough. It would get me through the city faster.
I took a few minutes to recover from the excruciating and crippling pain the change brought. Once it had passed, I was off, tracking Zachary’s scent. People got out of my way as I ran through the streets, keeping the trail once I found it. That was the hardest part, locating the trail. But now that I was on it, I had two hours left, but I was getting closer. I could tell, because Zachery’s scent was growing stronger the fresher it was.
Twenty minutes later, I located him in the forest, tied to a tree, naked as the day he was born. He tensed when he saw me approach and his screams were muffled by the tape over his mouth. I ran behind him to transform back into my human form. Again, the shit hurt. Once I was standing upright and in full control, I came back to stand in front of him. He looked different, the innocence that had once been in his eyes wasn’t there anymore. I was staring into the eyes of someone who wanted to survive. He’d been groomed as well. Chin shaved clean, his hair cut into a neat and fashionable style. His nails had been treated and trimmed. Even his pubic hair had been trimmed. Dante had prepared him for me.
His balls were hairless, just the way I liked and his cock had a dydoe piercing. Another thing I found myself attracted to. Body piercing. Both of his nipples had hoops in them. And his ears were pierced. I wondered if his tongue was too? I read his mind and cocked an eyebrow at the knowledge that not only was his tongue pierced, but his asshole had also been pierced with a little barbel ring. Dante expected me to fuck my son, it was natural for that to happen between sire and child in our world. That was what Omari had taught me. I may have pretended like I didn’t care what both he and Lee were teaching me out of my own stubbornness. Didn’t mean that I wasn’t still paying attention. Of course, considering everything that was going down right now, I was done going against the grain. Delilah, I couldn’t save. David, I could. Dante would have the son in me that he wanted… because it was what I really wanted. I would take my pleasure with Zachary and make sure he was trained properly. Failure on my part to accept my place only resulted in pain. Pain for me and pain for someone else who didn’t deserve it. A hard lesson I was learning tonight.
“Hey Zach,” I said. But I didn’t bother to remove the tape around his mouth. “I’m sorry to have to do this so abruptly, but time is of the essence. I need to be able to present you to Dante tonight. The sooner, the better.” I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back and he screamed. He tried his best to struggle against the rope binding him to the large tree, but it was a useless effort. This would be my first time doing it, but Omari had told me how it was done and even what to expect.
I let my fangs extend, then sank them gently into Zachary’s neck. He cried out, because anytime something sharp broke your skin, it hurt and vampire teeth were lethal fucking daggers. But as I began to feed from him, the pleasure of my bite melted away all of his agony and he slumped against the tree as I drained him. His blood was the most succulent nectar to me. Every time I drank blood, it was like tasting bliss and sex at the same time. Zach’s hard cock exploded over my cock and thighs.
My cock was hard, too, but I didn’t cum. I rarely did when I fed from one human. I pulled back before his heart stopped and had to steady myself and fight the swoon. Feeding felt so much better when I could just sit back and bask in the bloodhaze that followed the feeding. Something else I tried to tell myself I hated, which was a lie. Once I had my bearings, I removed the tape from Zach’s mouth, then bit into my wrist and pressed the bleeding wound to his parted lips.
A few seconds passed when there wasn’t any action and I began to worry that maybe I took too much. His heart was barely beating. “Oh shit,” I whispered, but before I could panic, I felt it. His licking and the tongue ring that brushed along my skin. I didn’t have time to let my imagination wander to what it would feel like on my cock before his pull became intense. “Ahhh!” I cried out as he sucked harder.
Jesus Christ! No fucking description Omari could have given me would have prepared me for this torture. Why the fuck did it have to hurt this damn bad? I gritted my teeth as I let Zachary feed and in doing so, I began to feel our connection growing. Maybe that was why it was painful. Giving birth to a new vampire. The fact that the sire had to endure this agony to bring new life into the world. Maybe that was the connection, or maybe I was just full of shit and delirious from the whole experience. I had to pull back before I was too weak to stand. I fell to the ground, nausea making me feel chills.
Zachary was still bound to the tree, and I had just enough strength to rip the ropes free of his body. “You… you should… squat,” I panted, remembering what happened to me after I’d been turned. Of course, that night was so hazy, because I’d been suffering a fever too as the wolf venom worked its way into my system, turning me.
The gripes Zachary was feeling, I knew as well. He stumbled a few trees away from me, to where he could hide behind one as he took his last shit. I sat back on my knees, still reeling from the massive blood loss. I leaned against the tree, and that was when I saw a bag. I crawled over to it to see inside was a phone and clothing for both of us. Seemed like Dante knew exactly what I would do. That was how he knew how to best punish me and how he knew I loved being a hybrid. He knew me better than any living being in the world.
I was too weak and hungry to get dressed, but I did use the phone to call Lee and Omari. Told them to bring us some food. Zachary came back around to me. I looked at him from the corner of my eye.
“There’s wipes in the bag,” I said.
“They said it would be you who’dembraceme,” Zach said.
I chuckled, because it was all I could do at that point. “Did they?”
He nodded. “Last month, when they were giving me all the piercings and the tattoo.”
Tattoo? I turned to him. “They gave you… a tat?” I asked, still out of breath.
“Says ‘Dominic’s first born’ on my ass,” Zach said.
Fucking Dante. I had played right into his hands. This whole time, I thought I was showing him I could be stubborn enough not to be the vampire or wolf he was trying to mold me into and he was already ahead of the game. Playing chess while I was playing fucking Go Fish. I’d forgotten what a great strategist he was.
“You’re mine, now. My child,” I told him.
