All Of The Dead (a necromancer story)

Chapter 12: Bitten

Esmeralda

Clayton answered the door. I knew it was him because everything about him screamed alpha.

He stood tall in the doorway, broad shoulders nearly filling the frame, his body built like Lucan’s— strong in a way that looked earned rather than exaggerated. The kind body that looked like it came from running through forests and fighting battles, not standing in a gym posing in mirrors. He even had the slightly raised vein thing going on that Lucan had.

He was beautiful too, like Lucan, which made me remember that I had heard about alphas being known for their good looks, almost like us vampires, and I wondered if it was to do with that alpha energy.

He had a cute button nose and full very kissable lips with a chiseled jawline.

He had golden brown hair, like it couldn’t decide whether to be brown or blonde, and it was a messy-tousled mess, a very sexy tousled mess.

His dark green eyes caught mine almost instantly, gold flecks glimmering through them when the light hit.

Then he smiled slightly.

And damn it, that smile should have came with a warning label.

I tried not to swoon, it didn’t help he was topless and wearing only sweatpants.

I understood in that moment why people talked about alphas being so alluring, like they carried their very own s**x appeal.

It wasn’t only looks.

It was presence.

Confidence.

The feeling that when they walked into a room, everyone else unconsciously shifted around them.

I suddenly felt very small standing there.

Then movement behind Clayton caught my eye.

A pretty blonde woman wrapped her arms around him from behind, her hands sliding lazily over his chest. Another woman with dark hair joined her, and when she ran her nails across Clayton’s chest too, I blushed.

Had we stumbled upon some sort of threesome? Awkward.

“I’m fine girls, leave us,” Clayton said without looking at them. His voice was very deep and smooth, carrying that natural command that somehow made both woman immediately obey.

No argument.

No hesitation.

They just smiled and disappeared back inside.

“Lucan, what are you doing here?” Clayton asked.

I looked at Lucan but his beautiful looks didn’t help to calm the warmth between my legs. I’d noticed since drinking blood, I responded more s.exually to things much easier. I thought it was only towards Lucan, but now, being around another male without danger distracting us, I could feel that I was turned on, no wonder us vampires were always put in the seductive category, we were horny creatures after all. I tried to ignore the wet between my thighs, being beside these two gorgeous males.

I loved my midnight black skin right now, it hid how much I was blushing and how hot my cheeks were burning. I tried focusing on Lucan’s voice.

“Sorry Clayton, I apologise for just turning up unannounced. I was hoping you could help shed some light on something we are dealing with. I know you’ve dealt with things from the afterlife before and was hoping you might point us in the right direction.”

Clayton nodded, and then his eyes fell on me. Oh no, he was a werewolf, that meant. Yep. He could smell me.

“Who is this with you?”

“This is Esmeralda, I hope you don’t mind her being here. I know you don’t like outsiders, but she can be trusted.”

Clayton’s eyes traveled over me. “It’s fine,” he said. “I can smell she’s very submissive in nature.”

He moved aside to let us through. As I walked by, he murmured against my ear, “and very wet for me.”

“Sorry,” I whispered. I didn’t know if apologizing was the right thing to do or not, did I just make it more awkward?

He whispered against my ear, “you don’t need to apologize. I’m curious, are you as submissive in bed as you are out of it?”

I nodded meekly, why did I nod! I don’t know, it felt rude to ignore him and I didn’t know what else to do, I was so not a people person, my social skills were terrible.

“Mm, perhaps after this meeting you could stay behind and let me f***k you in my bed, I’d like to see how submissive you are for me.” He really seemed to like the thought of me submitting to him and honestly, the thought made me more wet too. I’d like to feel Lucan dominate me.

“You get any wetter, I’m going to grow hard for you.”

Oh dear lord, how did I gently turn him down in his own home! If I were single, I’d probably launch myself at him, but Lucan was the one for me.

Thankfully, Lucan came back and grabbed my hand. “I’m sure Esmeralda appreciates your flirting, but she’s mine.”

“S.hit, sorry. I didn’t think you dated vampires.”

“She’s not like them,” Lucan replied.

Clayton gave a nod and grew into serious and sensible alpha again. “Ok, what can I help you with?”

“Esmeralda was killed during the fight with Aramaya.”

“Oh yes, my wolves mentioned that. So this is the vampire who died?”

Lucan nodded and Clayton rose an eyebrow. “You can bring back the dead, fully?”

“No, it took everything in me and I had a lot of help, and even that wasn’t enough, only a friend of Esmeralda’s on the other side helping was what made it possible for her to be sitting here right now, problem is, her friend came back too and Death isn’t happy.”

“Death? As in the actual death itself?”

Again, Lucan nodded and Clayton looked fascinated.

“I mean, I’ve had experiences with dark entities and such, but I’ve never experienced Death itself. You mentioned being made a necromancer, back when you were looking for a way to bring back Esmeralda here, I would think a witch as powerful as that would surely still be alive, maybe she could have the answers?”

Lucan rose an eyebrow and gave a slight nod, “you know, I never actually thought of that. I’ve never thought of her as a real person before, just some witch that made me what I am and then disappeared like some folks’ tale. Maybe you’re right, and It’s about time I tried finding her.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help,” Clayton said.

“It’s fine, you’ve actually been a great help, I have a place to start at least now. Thank you.” Lucan shook his hand and stood up.

Clayton followed us back to the door and when we were outside he said, “please Lucan, f***k your mate. She’s so wet, and you should never leave a female unsatisfied.”

He shut the door after that, and Lucan turned to me. “Are you wet for him or me?”

My cheeks felt on fire.

“Huh?” Was my amazing response.

“He was all over you, Clayton isn’t usually like that, which makes me think he thought you were wet for him.”

I was blushing so hard. “I was wet for both of you actually, you are both beautiful males and my vampire self reacted to it, plus you can’t be mad after what you did with Dana, and I only want you anyway, no matter how pretty I find someone else, not that I’ve met anyone who’s prettier than you.”

He narrowed his eyes at me but grumbled, “you’re right, I don’t have the right to be mad, but I literally just confessed my love for you,” he nudged me playfully, making me smile, and then he smiled too and said, “aww, you think I’m pretty.”

I laughed and he laughed too. He held my hand and said, “Clayton’s right though, it’s rude to leave a lady unsatisfied. I promise I will see to your every need when we are home.”

I smiled happily, both looking forward to it and happy he said when we are home, like he saw his home as our home.

The rain had eased into a light drizzle as we walked across the field just outside of Clayton’s territory.

The grass brushed softly against my ankles, damp from the weather, and I was still replaying everything Clayton had said when movement exploded from the trees.

A wolf came out of nowhere, bursting from a brush. I don’t think it expected anyone to be around. I think we startled it and it bit Lucan’s arm. He punched the wolf in the side of its head and it looked at his arm alarmed and ran off.

“What the f***k was that all about!” Lucan yelled. He looked at his arm, and we noticed it was bleeding pretty heavily. Blood soaked down his arm, dripping from his fingertips and staining the grass beneath us.

“I think we scared him. It wasn’t one of Clayton’s wolves, was it?”

“No, never seen that one before, but by its size I’d say it was an alpha wolf.”

I stared at Lucan and swallowed. “Can you be turned or does your necromancy protect you?”

He held his arm to try and control the bleeding and gritted, “honestly, I have no idea, I’ve never been bitten before by any wolf, let alone an alpha.”

I tried not to react to the smell of his blood, but it smelt so good, and I had to dig my nails into the palms of my hands.

He was looking at me when I opened my eyes, and he asked, “are you ok? Is the blood affecting you?”

I nodded, and he said, “I’d let you feed on the wound, but I have no idea if vampires can be turned by the bite or not. Do you know?” He asked.

“No, it’s probably safer if I don’t drink just in case, I quite like wolves, but I wouldn’t be able to deal with the pain of the change.”

My throat felt dry and hurt when I swallowed.

When he saw me struggling he came over and pressed his forehead lightly against mine.

“Hey.”

His voice softened.

“Look at me.”

I looked up.

Not at the blood.

Not at the wound.

Just him.

Those stunning ice-blue eyes.

The golden flecks.

The violet ring.

The familiar warmth of him.

Until I felt calmer.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

He stepped back.

“Come on,” he said and carried on walking.

When we got back to his, I helped open the door and made him sit on the kitchen chair.

“I’m fine, babe,” he laughed as I rushed around looking for his medical kit.

“You are not fine, you’re bleeding heavily, and we have no idea if you’re infected.”

I found the box and came to him. I pulled out some disinfectant wipes and started cleaning away the blood. When I touched the puncture wounds from the wolf’s fangs, they filled with more blood, so I tried to be more gentle. I didn’t say anything to Lucan but I noticed the wound wasn’t healing.

When I had seen him raise zombies and cut his arm, his wounds had always healed leaving no scars or anything behind, this one wasn’t healing, but maybe it was because he didn’t heal from supernatural wounds? I didn’t think too hard on it.

I stood up, and he grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap, making me straddle him. “Stay here,” he whispered.

I blushed with him looking at me so intensely, when I turned my head, breaking eye contact, he leaned in and kissed my neck. It felt good, and my soft moan encouraged him to kiss his way down my neck softly.

“Mmm, that feels good,” I moaned, and then giggled when he kissed a sensitive area, making it tickle.

He pulled back, smiling at me. “I love your giggle.” Picking me up, he carried me to the bedroom and put me on the bed. He pulled my trousers and panties off.

“What are you doing?” I laughed.

“I figured if I kiss you here it will probably feel even better,” he grinned, and put his head between my legs.

He kissed and licked my already wet p*****.. It felt so good I had to be careful not to crush his head between my thighs. I gripped the bedsheets panting. I didn’t need to be experienced to know he was definitely incredible and the best at oral s*x.

I came screaming within minutes, unable to even attempt to be quiet. When I was done, he came up on top of me, no longer joking around and just very male right now.

He pushed himself inside of me, and I cried out in pleasure. He was slow and gentle, making love to me and I moaned as he kissed my neck and made his way down to my chest, then my b.reasts, kissing them all over and sucking my n.ipples.

He kept doing that while gently moving back and forth inside of me, and then I was spilling over into ecstasy again, crying out and moaning as I came again and again.

I felt him come inside of me, and after he asked, “you want me to stop or do you want to keep coming?”

“Let…me…come…two more…times,” I panted.

He gave a soft laugh and carried on moving inside of me, mounting me faster, and when I came twice more, he stopped and pulled out.

“Come here,” he said, holding his arms out to me.

“I’m too weak to move,” I replied breathlessly.

Laughing, he pulled me into his arms and held me. He kissed me and stroked my hair until I fell asleep.