“So tight and hot. Every part of you is so sweet and addicting.”

  He cupped my ass and lifted my hips up so that when he slammed his dick inside of me the root of his shaft hit my clit at just the right angle. His heavy panting fueled my own arousal until I was climbing rapidly toward another mind blowing orgasm. The sound of my wet pussy sucking at his hard cock filled the room. The smell of our combined sex and clean sweat inflamed my senses. The feel of his powerful body taking control of mine left me breathless.

  “Touch yourself. Let me see how hard and red those nipples can get.”

  I cupped my breasts without hesitation and started to tweak my nipples until the pleasure and pain became one. I pulled at my skin, the tissue becoming red and swollen and tingled to the touch. My breasts jiggled with his thrusts and I had to grip onto something for leverage as a new orgasm spiraled closer to the surface. Air left my lungs in a powerful whoosh and stars danced before my vision. I thrashed my head. “Harder, Mikael! Faster, please.” His balls slapped against my slick skin and then his body was covering mine and his mouth was at my neck. He didn’t give me time to realize what he was doing, just pierced my throat and gave me the most intense and paralyzing orgasm of my life.

  I lay there, not able to move as agony and ecstasy washed through me in massive waves. I think I might have passed out from the pleasure, but then again I wasn’t even sure if this was all reality. When the high slowly started to dissipate, and I felt Mikael break away from my neck.

  “Oh, Sophie, what you do to me.”

  I turned my head to look at him and saw his mouth stained with my ruby red blood. I didn’t quite know what he meant, but it didn’t matter because what I had just experienced was life changing. Without a sound, he kissed me and I swept my tongue in the hot cavern of his mouth. I tasted myself on him, a sweet and powerful flavor that lit up my senses. I was on the verge of passing out from sheer exhaustion, but not before I heard Mikael’s deeply erotic voice whisper against my ear, “I can’t wait for next time, Sophie. This is only the beginning.”

  Chapter Six

  When I woke the second time, darkness surrounded me. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but when they did I noticed I was still in the bedroom of the vampire brothers’ estate. I didn’t know if I assumed I would be somewhere else, or maybe that I had been dreaming. I slowly sat up, my body protesting when my muscles stretched. My pussy was sore, but it was to be expected given the fact I had four huge cocks shoved up there in the same night. The thought had me smiling and feeling satisfied beyond words. What a way to enjoy your last night on the job.

  “I’m glad to see you’re happy and well.”

  I looked over at the shadowed corner where the deeply masculine voice originated. I instantly recognized that it was Mikael’s. I heard a chair scrape and then I saw his large form step out of the darkened corner. A candle flared to life on the bedside table and I gasped, turning to stare at it. I watched as the flame slowly danced, the air current shifting the orange ball of fire until it moved seductively. I felt Mikael nearing and I turned to watch him approach. He only had on his trousers, the first button undone and nothing else. He sat on the edge of the bed, his expression seeming almost lost.

  “The sun will rise soon.” He glanced at me, his eyes resembling dark pools of ink. “I can feel it, as if my skin is tightening with the imminent threat of a fiery death.” The corner of his mouth lifted into a smile and I thought it odd that he would find death by burning humorous. Maybe he thought like me, that death was just another journey in life?

  There were no windows in the room, so I took his word for it. I cleared my throat, the silence filled awkwardness almost suffocating.

  “You are sick.”

  I wasn’t shocked or surprised that he knew about my cancer. He was after all a supernatural creature with untold powers. I stared at him, not knowing what to say, but feeling the weight of my problems hovering over my shoulders. I glanced down at my hands as I picked at invisible threads on the sheet. “I am.” Once the words left my lips it was as if the burden that had been hanging over my head was lifted. I had never fully realized how much weight the truth held. I looked back at him, trying to gauge what he was thinking. Neither of us spoke after I said those two words, but I didn’t feel like we needed to just yet. After the seal had been broken, so to speak, I felt the need to confide, to tell someone, anyone, the problems that had been haunting me. I may have been able to put up a front in front of others, but the truth was slowly eating me away inside.

  “I found out a year ago that I have cancer. By the time they realized why I was so sick, it was too late. I'm lucky to still be alive and talking about it.” I breathed out deeply. “Even though my time is nearing an end, I believe everything happens for a reason.” I didn’t know why I was telling this man, this vampire stranger, something I had never told another living soul. Maybe it was the pull I felt with him? Or maybe it was just my human need to connect with someone else, to pour out my heart and soul and find comfort? Whatever it was, it felt nice.

  “Everything does happen for a reason. Fate is a living entity that guides us all down a path of realization. We are only given journeys that we will succeed in completing.” He reached out and took my hand in his.

  Everything that was happening seemed odd, surreal even. Here I was, holding the hand of the vampire I just fucked while he got all philosophical on me. I idly wondered where his brothers were, but again, like he read my mind, he answered, “They left to fulfill their own destiny.”

  His choice of words was strange, but I had to admit I liked the idea of having Mikael all to myself. I shivered, not from cold but from something completely different. I watched as Mikael stood and undressed before slipping into the bed next to me. He pulled me toward the hardness of his chest and I rested my head over his heart. I could hear the steady, rhythmic tempo of the organ and I smiled. “I guess the stories about vampires being the undead aren’t true.”

  “It is true to an extent.” I pulled back to look into his face. “We must die in order to start our new life. We must shed our human minds and bodies in order to become something entirely different.” He spoke in a low, soft tone, filled with understanding. “Does a caterpillar not shed its former body to become another creature? Something that holds beauty and grace?”

  His words were endearing to me. “That they do.” I rested my head on his chest again and thought about his words.

  “Are you afraid, Sophie?”

  I thought about his question, really thought about what it meant. “Yes,” I whispered, and then licked my dry lips. I closed my eyes and smiled a sad smile, one that no else could see. “Truth be told, I don’t want to die. There are so many things I haven’t done, so many people I haven’t met.” There was another moment of silence after I spoke. Mikael pulled back and looked down at me.

  “Do you believe in fate?”

  I searched his face, wondering why I was being so truthful with him. “I don’t know if I do.”

  “You believe everything happens for a reason though?” I nodded. “Is that not part of fate intervening on our behalf?” I wondered what he was thinking, wondered where he was going with all of this. “I believe in fate.” He pushed himself up and braced himself on his elbow. “Fate brought you to me.”

  “George brought us together.” I smiled but Mikael didn’t find humor in it.

  “Fate showed you the path that would give you the greatest victory, the greatest outcome. It led you to me.”

  “I don’t understand what you’re saying, Mikael.” I pulled myself up and brought the sheet around my body. This whole conversation was getting a little too deep.

  “I can help you, Sophie.”

  “How?” I stared at him with confusion until it dawned on me. I started shaking my head. “I don’t want that as my life.”

  “You don’t want what? Undying companionship, life to explore everything your heart desires?” He grabbed my hand again and clasped it to his chest. “Feel my heart beating, feel that I am alive, breathing, speaking just as you are.” Mikael was still powerful and deadly, but right now, at this moment he seemed hopeful, caring even. “I can give you those things. I can guide you through a life where knowledge is unending, where life is at your very fingertips.”

  “I don’t want that, Mikael. I don’t want to hurt people to survive.”

  He let go of my hand and his expression changed. “Did I hurt you, Sophie? Did my drinking your blood harm you?”

  I felt my cheeks heat from his words. It most certainly did not. I thought about the pleasure he gave me, how he was gentle. “I don’t want to watch the people I care about die.”

  “Are we not born to die? Will your loved ones see you pass?” He pulled me close and wrapped his arms around my body. He held me for the longest time and I knew he wouldn’t push anything I didn’t want.

  “If you are ready, I’m here. You are who I have been searching for, a companion to share my life and heart with.” He pulled back and ran his thumb across my lower lip. “We can have all the time in the world to know each other, to learn about one another. I know you feel this connection between us. I know I can’t be the only one that is affected this strongly.” He wrapped me in another embrace and lowered me back to the bed. “Sleep, Sophie. Give yourself a reprieve from the worries that plague your mind for a short time.”

  I closed my eyes, my thoughts on what Mikael said, what he offered. I didn’t know if I could make that kind of commitment, didn’t know if I could take that leap that would end my mortal life. As sleep crept upon me, I wondered how my life would be if I did accept Mikael’s offer, if I did let him turn me into a vampire.

  Chapter Seven

  A month had passed and my life had changed drastically. That night when Mikael had offered me immortality, my mind was in turmoil. I had woken to an empty bed with just a note on the pillow to bid me farewell, to let me make my own decisions when the time was right. I still had that letter, still read that one sentence in elegant calligraphy each night as my mind and body raged war with each other.

  Over the past month I had quit my job, despite George’s and all the other girls pleads for me to stay. I had enough saved up that I could live comfortably for a considerable amount of time. I had yet to move out of the city, partly because my health had started to deteriorate, but mainly because I couldn’t bring myself to move so far away from Mikael, and the excitement and life he gave me in that one night. My whole life, twenty-seven years worth that I had been on this planet, hadn’t amounted to much of anything. I had never went through my dream of becoming a teacher, didn’t have the time or health to even attempt to get my degree now.

  So here I was, in the same cramped apartment that I had swore I would leave as soon as I had saved enough money. I made my way to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I ran my finger around the dark circles under my eyes and over my ashen skin. I lost weight, nothing too substantial, but enough that I noticed it in my clothing. I was a girl who used to be an escort, but now was just an empty shell of a person.

  I made my way into the living room and sat down, looking at Mikael’s note again. The paper was butter smooth from my continuous reading, but the ink was still black as night. I re-read the letter, imaging he was speaking to me directly in his deep compelling baritone voice.

  When you’re ready, Sophie, I’ll be waiting.

  Isn’t it strange how our life can change so dramatically in just a day? One night, a month ago, I had shared my body with four vampire brothers. That same evening, I had given my mind, body and soul to a man that wasn’t even human. I had shared my deepest secret with him, confessed my greatest fear, and he gave me the choice of life or death. Maybe it was fate. I may never truly know what I want in my life, but I do know that Mikael was all I could think about, all I wanted.

  I grabbed my keys, one destination in mind. When I got in my car and started driving, I feared my heart would explode, feared I was losing my mind in following through with this. Here I was, taking the biggest leap of my life, and praying I wouldn’t get hurt. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?

  When I pulled up to the giant gates they opened for me as if I was expected, as if a lover was welcoming me home. I stopped in front of the mansion and turned the car off. My mind whirled with a thousand different thoughts as I sat there staring at the front doors.

  Feeling resolve, I got out of the car and made my way toward the entrance. I lifted my hand to knock, but the doors opened before I made contact. Standing on the other side was the object of my thoughts, of my affection. I may have only known Mikael for that one night, but there was a spark between us, a power that pulled us together. Maybe it was fate, just like he proclaimed?

  Mikael held his hand out to me and I took it without hesitation. “Sophie.” He said my name like it was gold and diamonds, like it was the sweetest thing that had ever graced his tongue.

  “I’m ready, Mikael. I’m ready to accept what fate has given me.” I let him lead me inside, the sound of the heavy doors closing behind me, sealing my destiny. As he wrapped me in an embrace, I knew I was making the right decision.

  “My brothers will be happy you’ve come home.” I looked up and then over at the open doorway. Standing there in all their glory was Eli, Jonah and Benjamin. Mikael took my hand and I followed him. This was, after all, fate leading the way.

  The End

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