Page 3 of Alaric's Hidden Gem

I messaged my pilot to let him know I wouldn't be flying out this afternoon as planned but to rearrange the flight for later. This human would soon discover the consequences of refusing me because I couldn't deny that the rejection stung. I would hunt her boyfriend down and drain every drop of blood from his pathetic body. I shook from the rage that consumed me at the thought of someone else touching her, kissing her, fucking her. It had been over a century since I’d cared enough about anything to risk losing control.

I needed to get this shit under control before I saw her again.

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I’d packed enough of her belongings to make it appear as if she left in a hurry. I could do the rest once I had access to my computer at home in order to leave an electronic trail. When I stood over her sleeping form, I paused to take her in. She lay on her back with one arm flung over her pillow towards the headboard. The sound of her breathing and heartbeat was far more relaxed than earlier in her day.

Although I had managed to maintain some semblance of control, it had been difficult to restrain myself from taking her sooner. I’d used my time productively by learning about her past and current life. She did not have a boyfriend if her phone history was anything to go by.

My deceitful little human would soon find herself on a very tight leash. The thought of bringing her to heel without using my powers was not something I’d done before because it was far easier to have a blood slave or a thrall. Every drop of blood that hummed throughout her body belonged to me and me alone.

The thought made my cock harden, and my fangs slowly extended. I knew that I would look like a monster when she woke up, but something about her tugged at the dark side of me. I wanted to punish her. I switched her lamp on to place my hand around her throat. My thumb rested on her carotid artery as her eyes flew open, and her throat began to ripple beneath my touch. Her heart began pumping the blood around her body faster, and I felt her pulse increase beneath my thumb.

“You're mine now, Gemma Bryant,” I said calmly before I pressed down on her pulse.

Her hand moved over mine, but there was little struggle in the ten seconds it took to render her unconscious. I climbed onto the bed and pulled the covers down, satisfied to see she wore an oversized T-shirt.

There was no need to wait any longer. I pulled her head to one side and sunk my teeth into her flesh, piercing the vein that I’d crushed moments earlier. Her warm blood spurt into my mouth as I got my first taste of her. My eyes flew open at tasting what could be described as the gods' nectar and the instantaneous transfer of power. It supercharged me like nothing ever had. In over a millennia of consuming the blood of humans and beasts, this experience was astounding.

I continued to gulp down her ambrosial blood, ensuring her heartbeat didn't falter. My dick was leaking in anticipation, and I began to inject my venom into her bloodstream to ease any discomfort she may feel when she woke up before I reluctantly withdrew my fangs from her neck.

“Fuck,” I spat out as I felt my cock jerk against my trousers.

I pushed my hand beneath her neck to pull her limp body up so I could lick the stray droplets of blood and seal the two puncture wounds, savouring the final taste of her sweet, rich blood. At first glance, she looked like any other human, but I wasn't about to disregard the gift the Gods had bestowed upon me.

I pulled the dark grey T-shirt down to cover her black-laced underwear. No one would see her with the speed I moved, but the thought of someone looking at her bare flesh sent waves of rage throughout my being. After placing her back on the bed I searched for something to cover her legs. I found a pair of sleep shorts in her drawer, which didn't cover as much as I wanted, but I needed to get her on my aircraft and secured on my island.

Chapter 4

Gemma

When I woke up, I was unable to move. My eyes flew open as I remembered Alaric Charon’s hand around my neck and his monstrous red eyes with sharp snake-like fangs sticking out of his mouth. A gasp escaped my parted lips as everything came flooding back to me. I tugged at my hands only to realise it pulled on a collar that was around my neck.

“I tried asking you nicely,” a voice said from behind me, causing me to freeze. “But that didn't seem to work.”

When I lifted my head off the bed, I saw a large window overlooking the sea, but before I could try and figure out where I was, I felt the bed dip down, and he used the binding between my neck and hands to lift me up. That's when I realised that I was naked. His knee nudged my legs apart, and I felt the panic surge within me.

“No,” I said, ignoring the collar digging into my neck.

He chuckled before he curled his fingers around my throat and held me while his other hand reached beneath me to cup my breast.

“Oh, I think you will be saying yes very shortly.”

I tried to twist my head around to look at him, but his grip tightened around my neck.

“You don't need to see me yet, Gemma. I don't think you will appreciate what you see—yet,” he said ominously.

I swallowed when I felt his bare flesh against mine.

“What are you?” I whispered.

His hand squeezed my breast before he began to roll my nipple between his fingers. I bit into my lip while he spread my legs further apart.

“I think you know what I am,” he whispered back into my ear.

“I-It’s not possible,” I gasped.

“After you lost consciousness, I sucked the blood from your neck. I was severely tempted to feed from you again while we were on our way here,” he said, sliding his hand down my belly. “Tell me, who do you wax your pretty cunt for?”