The Vampire King's Fated Mate

CHAPTER 1: PREY

FEBRUARY 13TH, 2021

In her hands, she held the most powerful weapon against evil. In her hands, she held the word of God. She clutched the Bible closer to her chest and strolled up to the pulpit.

In the bowl of purified water, she washed her filthy fingers, then she touched her forehead and chest, recreating the crucifix. She planned on going to confession later on this week, but now she must atone for her sins.

She settled the Bible on the Pulpit, and she lit one of the dozen of candles so that its light could guide her to the lord. To her knees, she stumbled, and she prayed long and hard for forgiveness. The devil appeared to her in her sleep. He touched her intimately and she loved it. Her body craved for his tongue to caress her places no other has been, and she wanted him to keep touching her forever.

She had sinned and her fingers did what they had never done before. She pleased herself, bringing her body to a mind-shattering climax all in the name of the devil. Now she hated herself because of that sinful and wicked nightmare.

After three hours on her hands and knees, the large church bell chimed, signalling it was 10 pm. She needed to leave, so she could get to bed early. She had a masquerade ball to prepare for the next day.

She grabbed her Bible, and she exited the church, still not comfortable with the way she still felt about the mystery man from her dreams.

In her pink floral dress, she trudged down the lonesome path to her house, and from a distance, he observed her. He had been lurking in the shadows watching her for a year now since he first laid eyes on her last Valentine's Day. He yearned to speak to her, but his mind wouldn't let him.

He assumed he had lived long enough to know that what he and Adelaide shared couldn't be replicated with another. That love, that feeling, was just him and her. He travelled the world and the seven seas; his heart still lingered back to Adelaide. It was not that nobody else wanted him, he could get any being he desired with the snap of his fingers, but since Adelaide's death, no one came close to reigniting that spark he felt for her. They were the protectors of one another, confident and true friends. The trust he gave her, that she gave him, was what kept him sane. So whether his heart had only beaten for a day with her — it would always be hers, his Adelaide, that's what he always thought.

But now he questioned himself because his heart hadn't stopped beating for a year now. Not since he cast eyes on her, this hypnotic being.

When he first saw her, it was as if space and time became the finest point imaginable, as if time collapsed into one microscopic speck and ruptured at light speed. It was as if his universe began and ended with her. He could run forever, search forever, but in the end, every path led right back to her.

He watched and observed her for a year and he fell in love with her. Now he promised himself to love her, always and forever, but he hated himself, for he felt like his heart was replacing Adelaide.

Who was this girl? He knew she was a descendant of Adelaide; she looked just like her, except with her, she was pure, and he could detect her virtue.

Then he reminisced about their encounters in her dreams. He could manipulate his prey's dreams if he desired to, but he had never visited a person's dream more than once and he did so already with her twice. He just had to speak to her and touch her skin, but what surprised him was her reaction to him. Not only that, but he tried to make her see him as just a man, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't hide his true eyes, so he never roamed too far from the shadows.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed she'd stopped. Something was wrong, he could tell. He heard her heart racing in her chest.

She peered around the area frantically, she felt like someone was watching her.

He smelt her fear, and he didn't like it one bit. It left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Adrenaline washed her soul, and she ran until she came upon her home. She stopped abruptly, tipping over to catch her breath.

A yellow Lexus was parked before her house. She didn't look pleased to see the vehicle. Obviously whoever the owner was, she didn't take a liking to them.

She ran a hand over her hair, and then she smoothed her dress before she hurried inside the house.

He lost visuals, but his ears were like satellite antennas.

“Sweetheart, you're home," her dad greeted her.

“Yes, dad. Sorry, I'm late. I was praying at the church," she sounded out of breath.

“Good evening, Nicolette. I've been waiting on you for a while now," a man greeted.

“Sweetheart, Barrington wanted to ask you something important," her father sounded cheery.

“Look, dad, whatever Barrington has to say can wait until tomorrow. I'm tired and I just need to sleep. Good night dad. Goodnight, Mr Bailey," she bid them a good evening, and then she ran up the stairs, leaving the two men stunned.

“I'm sorry, Barry. She'll come around, she's as stubborn as a mule," her father flushed. “But don't worry, I'll make sure she dances with you tomorrow night at the masquerade ball."

“How will you do that, Mr Price? I thought the doctors said you need to stay home for a few more days."

“Yes, but I'm sending my niece Alexis with her, she does anything I tell her to."

“You mean the dy—"

Paul cut Barry off. “Watch your language in my house, boy. God doesn't like ugly."

“You're right, Pastor. I should leave now. Get well soon." Barry then took his leave. He didn't know how close the vampire lurking outside came to slitting his throat and drink his blood, but he refrained.

He hovered up to Nicolette's bedroom window, and he watched her stirring beneath the covers, trying to get into a comfortable position.

He waited for her mind to be at ease, and then he listened as her breathing levelled, signifying she was asleep. That's when he entered her dreams.

He observed as she picked roses in the garden of Eden, well, her rendition of the Biblical place. She danced along the stone path as flower blossoms fell like rain from above. He sucked in a breath. He had never seen a person's dreams so vividly.

“Are you gonna hide from me forever?" She sought, feeling his presence creeping up behind her. Her body trembled as she remembered how red his eyes always were.

He stopped, but he didn't respond, wondering how she knew he was there.

“Tell me why you're here?" Again she asked a question, but he was too stunned to reply.

He wondered if she was afraid of him.

She spun around, and before she could see his face, he yanked her to his chest, pulling her into the darkness of the shadows. His eyes burning fire.

He circled his hands around her waist, clasping her to his chest. Instantly he felt it, the connection, the pull, the reason why she was immune to his compulsion.

He married her with his soul at this moment. He married her with his heart, a heart that was cold and hard and dead for so long. Furthermore, he saw all of her, the joys and the sorrows, and he knew he was home. And the funny unfunny part was — he wished to hold her, for real, not in some dream, perhaps one day he would, but for the first time, he didn't wish to scare his prey because she wasn't his prey, but his mate.

His fingers cupped the fullness of her chest and her body melted in his arms. She smelt delectable, another thing that caught him off guard. He had never been able to access his regular senses while he lurked in people's dreams. His mate was special, he knew it.

His fingers left a trail of fiery passion on her skin, fueling the blaze between her thighs. She desired to feel him, to taste him, and he craved to do the same. He tilted her neck, and he sucked on her nape. She moaned as she felt his manhood pressing against her body. She couldn't believe what was happening, and he couldn't fathom why he was so hungry for her, ravenous in ways he had never been. He pulled her to his chest, and he studied her features.

She was the most gorgeous thing his eyes had ever beheld. Even though she looked like Adelaide, Adelaide's beauty paled in comparison to her.

Big beautiful hazel eyes stared back at him. She squinted, trying hard to catch a glimpse of his face through the thickness of the dark. Her delicate pink lips parted as she took in his glowing red eyes.

Her skin was honey-brown, it shone like gold beneath the light.

Her thick voluptuous curls danced gently in the whistling wind.

Her face was sculpted to perfection with tiny freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks.

He seized her palms and placed them flat against his chest. Her body erupted in fireworks. He fixed his forehead against hers. His warm breath fanning across her face sending ripples of sexy heat all over the pressure points of her body.

He trailed tiny kisses across her nose until he found her ear. "Vei fi a mea?" He whispered. She didn't know what those words meant, but her p***y needed release. His body got rigid when he smelt her arousal; cherry and apple, his two most favourite fruits.

He pushed her up against the stone wall. “What are you doing?" She rasped.

“Do you trust me?" He asked.

“Yes."

“Then let me please you."

He buried his face in her neck, and he sucked it like the vampire he is. It took all his strength not to bite her. His hand resculpted the curvature of her body until he found her centre, her body stiffened. She had never been touched by a man, ever.

“Relax," he told her as his hands worked her folds.

His fingers skillfully played her sweet spot, like a guitarist plays the guitar.

Her voice reached the heavens as she yelled out her pleasures. Her senses awakened as his fingers worked magic. Her body, mind and soul erupted with lava as he brought her to climax.