The monster who saved me

Chapter 2

Alexi

Blueville. A nowhere town. Hopefully the council will not look for my coven here. We have been on the run for too long. Ever since my coven brother made the mistake of turning down the advances of the head of the council's daughter, we have been hunted. I warned him Senia was a spiteful piece of trash that had slept her way through most of the Vampire Nobility, but she was also a spoiled brat. One word to daddy and you are ruined.

Damon did not listen, flirting like he does then laughing at her and calling her a slut, when he found her naked in his bed. He then threw her out, without caring who saw her humiliation.

Barely hours later, my coven is on the run, with a kill order on our heads authorised by Melodonius himself for the crime of r**e and treason.

I was opposing Melodonius and the old order, trying to bring us into the modern age proposing changes that would take power away from the old families - mine included. I wanted us to join in the talks with other supernaturals. stop using blood slaves and abolish the sacrifices. We maybe strong but we are not gods and it is time we stopped acting like it. Melodonius revels in his power and depravity. he was looking for a way to get rid of me, but I have too many followers and my family is one of the oldest, I am over 1000 years old. Damon gave him an excuse he has exploited to the fullest.

I look out the window at the window at the quiet street. Night's shadows play across the manicured lawns and faded paint. It is the picture of small town. Everything we are not. But we can hide here. find some sweet young blood to taste and warm bodies to quell our desires. The sound of giggles catches my attention. It much have caught Nikoli's too as l see him talking to 2 boys and the girl from school. I remember her scent it was so mouth watering. l wanted to lean in and taste her. Serves me right for not feeding. His lazy drawl plays on the wind and she scampers away like a little mouse. A mouse I want to hunt. The blood lust rises and with it a need. my c**k strains against my pants making me grunt. Damon steps in and leans agains the doorway his piercing green eyes assessing my mood in one swift glance.

"You seem worked up. Care to share?"

l look at him, taking in his spikes silver hair with blue streaks, cross earing hanging from one ear that matches the n****e piercings that adorn his bare sculpted chest, covered in tatoos that trail down to tight black jeans.

I lick my lips and swallow the growl that tries to escape as my gaze roams up is muscular arms and down again to the bulging hard on straining to be set free inhis pants.

I definitely need to feed. But first...

"How about you make use of that mouth and come over here and suck my c**k like the slut we both know you are?" My words are quiet but have the authority of a coven leader.

He laughs as he slowly walks over. on his knees he releases the beast in my pants as I grab his hair and rame myself down his throat. Holding him as l pump. He gags but I don't care. I need this. I haven't felt this worked up in years maybe centuries.

The sloppy sounds of him sucking blend with my groans as l tip my head back and pump faster.

"That's it slut. Show daddy how much you love choking on my c**k. Fuck."

I My thrusts become more erratic as l get closer. Then with one final pump I hold his head against me as I shoot my c*m down his throat, groaning. Damon pulls away gasping as he shallows then leans back in to lick me clean. l zip my jeans back up then walk to the door. Pause, look back.

"Are you coming? I need to feed and want to get to know our new home".