Shit!

Dom:

Exhaling heavily, tossing the tattered brown leather book onto the existing mountain of musty, aging leather and parchment, slouching back into the worn oak chair with a groaning grunt.

“Tell me why I’m stuck in the archives again, without my sexy mate?” Looking at Atlas’ beautiful face through the small screen of the Samsung propped up against a stack of hard leather-bound books holding a century’s worth of family trees and other histories of the vampire kingdom. Her radiant smile filled the small area, her black and glitter-painted fingers flipping through thick pages researching ‘Blood Seal’s’ and how they actually worked at the High Coven.

“Because we need to be educated on the facts before your uncle does something fucked up, and we end up on the short end of the stick. The Nightshade bloodline was the only capable source to do any form of ‘blood seal’ at the time Elicia’s mother committed suicide. We need to understand the spiritual bond of the enchantment in order to break it.” Nodding in agreement palming the throbbing mass trapped between my jeans and thigh muscle, grunting in discomfort.

“Dom? You know Lady Morgan has to grant permission for me to leave.” Her gorgeous yellowish-blue eyes glared at me with that tilted smirk that she knew I was super hard and pining for her devilish touch. Playfully wiggling my brows, licking my lips as her eyes flashed a brilliant hue of bluish-yellow puckering those plush lips together in a silent curse.

“We have time for a quickie.” Flashing her my famous panty-dropping smile, flicking my tongue out knowing damn well she internally combusted each time, clearly blushing back the memories of pure orgasmic bliss that tingled in her core.

“Dominic Dimitri Nightshade! How dare you use that Nightshade sex appeal on me like that. Damn you and that fucking tongue.” Chuckling at her flustered outburst as she buried her face into the open book she was reading, her wavy black and red locks fanning out over her blushed face.

“You know I love it when you use my full name baby.” Growling playfully as her head snapped up from the book, glaring intensely with those yellowish-blue orbs as her plush lips lifted into a devilish smirk.

That’s right baby. Challenge accepted. Muwhaha!

Grinning as her head turned side to side making sure no one was around before she swiped her finger with a few silent words chanted, rubbing the throbbing mass with a grumbled grunt. Her fingers traced the rivets of her corset ties, stretching back into the chair fumbling with the button and zipper of my jeans.

“That’s right baby, show me those juicy tits.” Licking my lips with a heated exhale, unsheathing my throbbing erection from its denim prison with a few palm smacks as her fingers pulled the black ribbon ties loose with an evil smirk.

“How bad do you want me?” Her mewling words encouraged me further into temptation as those tasty nipples of dusty pink flesh peeked out from behind her black satin corset, squeezing my pulsating shaft firmly in my palm not breaking eye contact. Growling with a chesty moan as she pushed back from the table, sliding back the black material of her flowy skirt revealing her moistened panties of black lace, draping her left leg over the armrest of her chair.

“Fuck you’re so gorgeous.” Stroking my heated shaft with a firm palm, quickly spitting into my palm before repositioning my slouched pose with a solid grip as her free hand slid down over her hidden sex. Smiling in encouragement as her fingers pulled back the lacy barrier exposing the glistening pink flesh to the golden hues of light flickering across her panting frame, matching her rhythmic finger strokes.

“Dom.” Her voice moaned out as her head dropped back in a panting exhale, gritting back a strangled groan as her juices flowed over her fingers pushing in and out, sliding back up to circle her clit as her other hand pinched and rolled her peaked nipple. The tingling heat pooled in my balls as her fingers and breathless pants increased with her steady strokes.

“Yeah baby, feel me deep inside that wet pussy.” Snarling a hiss out as her fingers slipped in and out burying them deep inside her quivering wet walls of heavenly warmth, stroking the head with more force as her yellowish blues held me in place.

“D-DOM!”

“OH, GOD! Atlas.” The rapid rush of rolling heat snapped up my spine as my balls pulled tightly with the forceful release of blissful euphoria. Biting down on my lip as my hot seed spewed all over the stone floor with the picturesque display of my mate moaning out with her rushing release of euphoric bliss coating her fingers and thighs.

“Fuck baby. You’ll be the death of me.” Grinning at her breathless expression, reaching for something to clean herself up, tucking my semi-hard cock back into its prison of material.

“At least you’ll die with a smile.” Snapping my shocked eyes to her laughing face as she fixed her skirt and corset, leaning over to tuck her juicy tits back behind the silky satin of her corset. Standing quickly to grab the mop from the storage closet to my right, snaping around at the sharp gasp as Atlas pressed her finger into the pages of a book that she was leaning over.

“What’s wrong baby?” Grabbing an old towel, wiping up my sticky cum while watching her chew on her lip as her eyes scanned down the page.

“Dom, if I’m translating this correctly, according to this ‘the bounded bodies must complete the reversal ceremony on the sanctified land of the original bloodline of the first born’, also, ‘the sacred dagger of said bloodline must be plunged into the heart of the bounded to return the ‘shared power’ to the original caster’. Dom, it gets worse.” Her yellowish-blues gazed up in a panic.

“What’s worse than having a dagger plunged into your heart?” Exhaling a growling hiss, tossing the soiled towel back into the closet, sliding back into the vacated chair with a shivering rush of anxiousness.

“Not only does the caster regain their shared power, but that of the bounded. Think about it, Dom.” Atlas’ words whispered out a shaky exhale as she scrambled shifting through a few other books with grumbling curses.

“Baby, you’re telling me that not only will my uncle, which by the way is a pureblood royal and naturally powerful creature, will regain his lost power plus that of Elicia’s in this ceremony?” Dropping my head back, rubbing the thumping that danced angrily across my temples.

This is not what I wanted to hear. Elicia has not only one powerful bloodline but two with her father being from the Black Claw clan with the ‘Black Bear’ trait mix that with her oracle and vessel to a goddess…Oh, Fucking Hell!

“Exactly.” Snapping my head up, groaning at the rushing wave of dizziness.

“Does it say anything about how to break the seal without killing the poor girl?” running my hands through my thick black locks, tugging at them to subdue the thumping that was having a full-blown ‘rave’ in my skull.

This is so ‘Fucked’ in more than one way.

The guys finally found true happiness in that little spitfire from Texas, just to have it threatened to be plucked from their grasp before experiencing everything life could offer. I don’t care what people say behind their backs, they’re my brothers. I always wanted a sibling, and don’t think my parents never tried for another, all the spontaneous rounds of sex my poor child eyes witnessed. Shivering at the memories of mom bent over backward on the sofa back with her legs wrapped around dad’s hips, doing the signature Nightshade hip roll to hit that sweet spot.

Oh, God! Fruit doesn’t fall from the Tree.

“Dominic!” Morgan breathlessly shouted in a panic, waving her hands over the room to drop Atlas’ mirror barrier. It was like a one-way, we could see out, but no one could see in, only seeing a reflection on a limited second loop to make it look they were sitting or doing something idly.

“Shit! Morgan, I’m so sorry, we got caught up in our research.” Noticing the tilted smirk lifting the corners of her plump lips in an ‘I’ll believe that when Hell freezes over’ look.

“Right, and I’m the fucking ‘Pumpkin King’. That’s not the issue. Have you talked to your mom or dad, anyone for that matter? Helmer appeared and took Elicia. Both her grandfathers showed up before it all happened. Jorvik is a Nordic savage.” Morgan mouthed a few things to Atlas in silent communication, side glancing at me with a Jim Curry grin that caused a creepy shiver to rush over my body.

“Mom?” Static. Shit!

“Dad?” Static again, grabbing my phone from the table, swiping away FaceTime with a quick wink and kissy lips, pulling up my contacts.

“Got delayed in the archives. WTF IS HAPPENING?” Sending out a mass text between the family, hopefully, someone has their phone on them.

“Dom?”

“Shit! Sorry Baby. Sent out a text to the family.” Swiping back over to her stunning face shaking as she and Morgan ran through the brown and gray stoned hallways. Smiling at the panting breaths that slipped through her plush lips.

“You know, maybe we should work on your cardio next.” Laughing at her narrowed gaze, air-kissing her with a wink as Morgan giggled in a graceful sprint, bursting through the ‘altar room’ doors with a screeching squeak as the heavy oak and cast-iron doors slammed into the stone wall with hollowed bangs.