Own it

His stunning blue eyes looked into mine with a knowing passion that made me shiver visibly, and swallow again.

It was as if he could read every hidden thought I had…like he could tell how desperate I was to kill him or...

You have to be stronger, Nyx. You are to kill him. Not seduce him. I quickly reminded myself but it was as if my body had grown a mind of its own.

He was waiting for my reply, but my mind was flooded with his current ravenous gaze.

Oh, now I get it. I was desperate to make him beg.

I glanced at my bloody dagger in his hand and he smirked, then concealed it in his long, black jacket.

He kissed his fangs and gestured for me to start talking, which earned him another frown.

Wasn't he hurting from the stake? How powerful could he be? He was an immortal after all.

“We'd have to find a way to alleviate the arousal. Otherwise, it could become overwhelming and you would have no choice but to beg on your knees for my touch.” I said with a half grin.

Yes, I would like to tease him. I wanted him writhing in pleasure before I finally drove my dagger through his chest on the night of the full moon night. It was the only way it could end, me above him, smirking victoriously as his long, cursed life spilled from his lips. He was the vampire who slaughtered everyone I loved. I had bled, suffered and starved of food and desire because of him. I couldn't give in now. Not when I was this close.

It was my destiny to kill him.

“Would you like to know what I plan to do with you after I save your life?” I said in a soft voice.

“I already know.”

“Oh, you do?” I raised a brow. “Tell me.”

He looked me dead in the eyes and stated like it was a popular fact, “You are a slut in a very transparent glass”

“I am not a s -”

He raised a hand to cut off my denial and shook his head while giving me another knowing stare.

“Own it, Nyx.” He whispered and maintained eye contact as he reached out and swiped his fingers along the blood that had slipped between the swell of my breasts. He brought it to his lips and licked it clean, slow, and deliberately like he was savoring it.

“If you truly believe you don't belong to me, then prove it.” He said with a low, mocking laugh, flashing the shape glint of his fangs, “give me your blood and heal me.”

He stretched his hand wide, like a dark king offering himself in sacrificial but he still appeared like he had everything in control and that pissed me off greatly.

“Come on,” he purred, his lips curling into a wicked, taunting smile. “Give me a taste. And don't worry about how hard I can get-hell, I want to see just how aroused your blood could make me.” He added in a low, domineering voice, and attempted to grab my neck again but this time, I caught his wrist midair, twisted it, and slammed my fist into his injury.

Then everything changed.

My room became ten times colder. The air around me turned an icy breath and everywhere became enshrouded in dark shadows.

My body involuntarily shook as a set of blood-red with flickers of gold eyes met mine.

I looked back into the piercing blue eyes of the vampire I had assumed to be Vale Orun and the realization almost made my knees give away.

I couldn't believe I had intentionally poisoned another vampire! But who was he anyway? And how could he be strong enough to withstand the burning desire in my blood?

The real zenith was standing a few steps away from my window. He was cloaked in swirling smoke and flames that danced along his towering frame yet they didn't burn his outfit: a gothic leather jacket and black jeans.

I couldn't see him clearly because of the firelights obscuring his features, but undoubtedly, this was the zenith and I had napped the wrong one because I was distracted by his gorgeous eyes!

Nausea twisted in my guts, making me feel so goddamn irritated that I nearly bit down on my own tongue out of spite for myself. But then his voice came, deep and edged with cruel amusement.

“Hawke,” he drawled, “I didn’t know you’d stoop to being such a cheap fuck.”

“I simply want to get healed, Vale.”

Before I could move, a ripple of smoke slithered past me, slick and fast, and dived straight into Hawke’s pocket. When I turned, I saw Vale clutching my dagger in his hands and gasped out loud.

“Return my dagger to me,” I demanded, facing him head-on and darning everything else to hell. Without the dagger that contained my grandfather’s soul, I would never be able to kill him. I had to get it back no matter what.

Vale scoffed in utter disbelief and gradually, the swirling smoke and flame around him disappeared.

Then standing right there—was the delivery man that I had to see every day for the last five days.

I didn't want to believe that it was truly him but this face- I recognized it, the appearance might look a bit off but he had brought me 5 cryptic letters and 5 dead dead roses so of course, I would identify him even in the dark.

And the letters are autographed by V.Orun

My body trembled, a chill surging through my veins as the truth hit me like a thunder strike.

He was mimicking the delivery man.

My master mentioned that a zenith vampire may have the ability to mimic humans but I didn't believe him. But now that I was witnessing it, it felt surreal and dangerous.

“Feed on her,” Vale ordered, and before I could react, Hawke’s hand wrapped around my waist.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered but his tongue was already licking the spot he had mark on my neck.

My knees buckled the instant his fangs sank into my neck again. The pain was sharp and searing but it faded quickly leaving in its wake a cursed wave of pleasure.

I shut my eyes and bit down on my lip to stop myself from moaning. But when his other hand slid up beneath my top and curled around my breast, a moan slipped past my lips.

He squeezed my breast with the same hunger that matched the way he drank from me.

He groaned into my neck, murmuring incoherent words and rubbing his arousal on my ass.

“My nectar,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick and possessive. “If your blood tastes this good, then…” he drawled, his hand moving from my breast and spreading my legs.

Vale watched from the shadows as Hawke started fingering me hard and rubbing my clit in between.

It was so hot...almost unbearable. I couldn't deny the amazing wave of pleasure crashing through me nor the uncontrollable moans slipping my lips.

Gladly, he wasn't the vampire I wanted to kill but he was still a vampire, and he was working with the vampire I longed to kill!

So I should stop him. Yes, I should push him off. But, the part of me trained to kill vampires had gone silent…drowned beneath the desires I'd buried for years.

“I want to taste you down there, pet.”

“That’s enough, Hawke. You don't get to make your own decisions with her.” Vale’s voice rang out, snapping me out of whatever fantasy world I thought I was. “Finish her clean.”