Authors: Maya DeLeina
“Anya, I want to make love to you, claim you.”
“Make love to me, Steffan. Claim me, I’m yours.”
Steffan’s breath was deep and heavy as he prepared for the moment.
“Don’t take your eyes off of me.” Steffan slid himself through Anya’s moistened folds, slowly filling her. He stretched her wide as she wrapped around his cock like a glove.
“Steffan, oh my god!” Anya screamed with a hint of discomfort in her voice. “It hurts, I don’t know if I can do this!”
“Relax. Let your body form around me. I’ll go as slow as you want or as hard as you want. You tell me what you need. I want you to only feel pleasure,” Steffan whispered and slowed his entry.
He was absolutely careful with Anya. His innate instinct wanted him to take her wildly, but he reminded himself that she was still human, still frail. She could shatter in pieces underneath him with one move. Once the claiming was executed and Anya was transformed, they could be together in a primal, untamed escapade.
With each gentle pulse, Steffan felt Anya relax. Carefully, he inched himself deeper into her until he was buried completely. He slowly retracted and pumped into her again, feeling her body accepting his entry with every delicious plunge.
“You feel so good. Give me more,” Anya said in a throaty and seductive tone.
Steffan’s heart was filled with bliss. Her heart accepted him, and now her body accepted his entry, his permanence in her very core. He thrust into Anya with a deeper need as their eyes remained fixed on each other.
“Let me love you, Anya. Let me give you everything I have in me. Accept me as your mate. Give yourself freely as mine.”
“I do and I have.”
A blistering heat travelled along Steffan’s jaw and filled his mouth with an insatiable need for blood. His sharp teeth broke through their protective membrane and descended as his body continued exploring her depths.
“Steffan, harder. I want it harder,” Anya said as she pulled Steffan in close to whisper in his ear.
“You want it hard, my love?”
“Yes.”
“You will feel pleasure you’ve never experienced before, but you must promise to let me know if I hurt you.”
“Promise.”
“Remember that I love you, and do not be afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“This.”
Steffan reached under Anya’s legs and firmly grasped her buttocks. He spread her legs wide over his arms as he lifted her straight off the ground. Steffan sat back on his heels and impaled Anya on his cock.
They both moaned in unison.
“Grab a hold of my neck and don’t let go,” Steffan commanded.
Steffan’s strong arms lifted Anya and his cock pounded deep into her over and over again with a relentless passion.
“Oh, Steffan, take me!” Anya panted.
A pleasurable burn ignited in Steffan’s eyes as they turned red with his desire. Kneeling before her, Steffan laid Anya’s head back to the ground and tilted her hips upward to his crotch. He plunged deeper, rougher, and faster into her.
Anya looked up and caught Steffan’s gaze.
At first, she seemed shaken by the red that gazed back at her, but quickly settled in his stare.
Tears welled in her eyes. “I’m coming, Steffan, I’m coming.”
The time was here.
Steffan would start the claim at this moment.
His entire existence, from his turning to the first time he and Anya laid eyes on each other, flickered like an old projector in his mind. Steffan collapsed on Anya, burying his head at her neck to search out his mark. He drew his head back slightly and then came down on her flesh, sinking his teeth deep into her.
Anya shrieked at the initial pain but soon, noises of pleasure escaped her body uncontrollably as the tears streamed down her face.
Steffan continued to thrust deep inside her but slowed his rhythm to a sensual grind. Sweat that once beaded along Anya’s inner thighs now trickled down, pooling where his flesh met hers. Writhing and moaning, the moment was pure ecstasy. From the moistened depths his cock plunged to the sweet taste of her blood coating his tongue, Steffan relished every pleasurable sensation that fired through his body.
“Oh, my god,” Anya moaned in a decadent whisper.
Suddenly, Steffan’s body stilled.
He swiped his tongue along the puncture marks, sealing Anya’s neck. He pulled back, steadying his body over hers. Looking deep into her eyes, he saw a woman fully sated.
Anya gathered a drop of blood from the corner of Steffan’s mouth with her finger and dipped into his mouth. He lapped up the remaining droplet of her blood eagerly and lowered to capture her lips in a passionate and sensual kiss.
Then Steffan moved his hips once again.
Commanding and powerful, he took her hard. He released his mouth from their intimate exchange and gasped for breath.
“Anya, are you ready for me?”
“Yes. Come inside me, Steffan”
“Watch me. See what you do to me.”
Steffan looked deep into Anya’s eyes as he made love to her. This was his mate. Her blood coursed through his body. Her taste was on his lips. And her pussy deliciously swallowed his cock.
It was a pleasure beyond expression, further than anything he’d experienced. He stroked in and out of Anya, increasing his momentum, growing closer and closer to his climax.
“Oh, Steffan!”
Steffan grabbed Anya’s face and gazed into her eyes. “Anya!” he cried out as he spilled his hot liquid fire deep inside her.
His moans of absolute gratification were loud and deep. Yet the moment went beyond sating sexual desires.
In this moment, Steffan and Anya’s eternity was paved.
Steffan completed the first step of the claim ritual.
Chapter Thirteen
“I can’t believe what just happened. We’re out in public. What would we have done if someone came along the path? We were so vocal,” Anya said as she lay on Steffan, brushing her fingertips through the traces of black hair on his chest.
They lay naked under the quilt, their bodies entwined, fully sated, reminiscing about their lovemaking. Anya suddenly gasped at her next thought. “Or worse yet, what if some pervert watched us?”
“Let’s just say I left nothing to chance. No one was coming around. No one would hear us. No one would see us.” Steffan adjusted to deepen his embrace around Anya. “And if someone was able to break through my boundary, I would’ve sensed them well before they even had a chance to near us, hear us, or see anything.”
Steffan suddenly closed his eyes tightly and his body went rigid. “Wait! Oh no!”
“What? What is it?” Anya lifted to look at him.
“Anya, I do recall something. I remember seeing…” Steffan held a long pause. “Three deer and a squirrel!” He opened his eyes and laughed.
Anya playfully slapped his chest. “That’s not funny. What is a boundary?”
“I have the ability to project a mental barrier, like a barricade, around us for protection. You know how some humans claim to have a premonition or a sixth sense about something? That’s the effect of a boundary spell from a vampire. Something inside the mortal tells them not to go in a certain direction, to deviate from a plan or path. The boundary also acts like a mirror, camouflaging us into the natural landscape.”
Anya propped herself on one elbow and looked into Steffan’s eyes. “But what if someone was still able to get around all of that,
was
watching us, seeing me on display like that? Seeing
all
of me as I intended only for your eyes?”
Steffan’s gaze grew intense, his pupils transforming to a deep-crimson color.
“Then, god help them,” Steffan responded in a low, gravely tone.
Anya lay her head back down on Steffan’s chest as she wrapped her arm across him tightly. “Steffan, I didn’t realize, I’m—”
“No.” Steffan stopped Anya, not allowing her the chance to apologize. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to still the anger that boiled within at the mere thought of someone watching his Anya. “Don’t apologize, Anya. This is something I will have to control. I need to react only when there’s a reason to, otherwise I’ll drive both of us crazy. I never had a mate before, and all of these emotions I have are so new to me. Some of my reactions will be purely instinctive. Raw.”
“What are you saying?” Anya questioned.
Steffan regained control and opened his eyes.
Anya released a deep breath in satisfaction, signaling to Steffan that his silvery eyes were back in place.
“When a male vampire is courting his human mate during the claim, a defensive instinct kicks in. Centuries ago, before we became civilized, before we built communities, family structures, laws, and rules, a human mate who had willingly accepted the claim and began the ritual process was a target for all lone male vampires. You emanate a strong scent now that we have started the process.”
“So, what happened with your eyes? Was that like a defensive mechanism?”
“You could say that. When certain emotions are heightened in a vampire, they’re projected in our eyes,” Steffan explained.
“That was a much different shade of red than what I saw earlier when we were, you know,” Anya responded. Her cheeks were flushed and rosy as she recalled their lovemaking.
Steffan smiled. “The red you saw earlier when we were making love was a bright red. That shade of red projects when I’m overwhelmed with desire and love. The crimson you just saw now was a deep red tinged with black. This projects in times of anger and hatred.”
“What about other emotions, what colors are projected?”
“Actually, nothing. The emotional boundaries of love and hate are boundless, endless, so these are the only two to emotions to have a sensory reaction in our body. The only other times our eyes change color is during our initial turning. The sclera is altered momentarily and can suggest the character we inherit from our human existence.”
“Wow! Really?” Anya exclaimed.
Steffan rose up on his elbows.
“Yes. My love, you will be learning all about this during our claim.”
Anya nodded. “All right. But please don’t leave me hanging with this being a target for a lone male vampire thing. That wasn’t a very consoling thought.”
“What we just did, our lovemaking, makes you very vulnerable. But rest assured you’re safe with me. Basically, our scents have combined and have been laced in your blood when I drank from you. It’s meant to let other vampires know that you’re a willing participant to the claim and are spoken for. But in reality, it’s like a homing beacon for lone male vampires out there. Your blood is now the most sought-after nectar for any unmated male vampire because of its divine sweetness.”
Anya gasped. “What?”
“This is exactly why you saw the scary eyes just a minute ago. My body is laced with ancient blood, and the primal instincts to protect you and to be leery of any male contact will be tested from here on out,” Steffan explained.
Anya’s voice became anxious. “But, you have that barrier thing you can do.”