The Vampire Prince's Hybrid Mate

Blood Rage

Dominik's POV

“Oh Creator!” Angelica moaned loudly in my ear.

Instead of enhancing my mood with her enthusiasm, it was grating against my skin as I tried to ignore her sounds. Just the sound of her voice was pissing me off more than I knew it should, considering I was the one that asked her to be here.

My fingers dug into her hips, as I moved my lips down her neck and along her collarbone, nipping at her skin as I went. Her sounds in my ear only increased from my attention.

I desperately needed this release, needed to empty my mind of that human girl, Kara, and move on. It astounded me just how much the thoughts of her constantly swirled around my mind, like my brain never wanted to forget her.

After I had walked away from her when she passed out in my arms, I had spent half the night having dreams of her. Vivid dreams where my fangs punctured her seductive, porcelain skin and her tantalising smelling blood flooded my mouth. I had woken in the middle of the night, my skin covered in a sheen of sweat and my c**k hard. Just a dream about the taste of her blood in my mouth was enough to send me spiralling into blood rage. The demons that haunted my nightmares woke, bringing out the darkness within me.

Now I just needed to release my pent-up frustration.

I had called Angelica, and within minutes she had turned up at my door, her eyes glinting with the knowledge that this was my apology for my earlier behaviour. She had stripped down to her black lace panties and bra before I could say anything, knowing full well what I needed by the look in my eyes. I knew my pupils would be blown out wide, almost making my eyes look entirely black, a clear sign of my blood rage. She had no real clue what she was getting herself into though. No one other than my father actually knew of my condition - of how consumed I was once the blood rage hit.

My fingers found the lace of Angelica’s panties and I pressed against her c**t, making her moan in my ear again. I could feel her wetness through her panties, she was almost as ready as I was. I pushed her panties down her legs as she unbuttoned my pants, her movements desperate.

The blood rage fuelled my movements as I pushed her onto the bed and turned her around, so her arse faced me, before I plunged straight into her wetness without any warning. A soft shriek escaped her lips, but I was too far gone, the need for release taking over complete control of my actions.

I thrust into her, deeper and harder each time, not caring if it hurt her or not. I only sought my own release, my relief from the agonising scent of the human that scorched my throat and seemed to take over my entire being.

“Oh, Dominik!” Angelica screamed as I brought her closer to her own release, slamming into her so far, I felt like I was hitting her cervix. “I’m coming!”

I felt her body tighten around me, pulsing as her o****m hit her like a wave, her core milking me and tipping me over the edge.

My lips found the apex of her shoulder and neck, my fangs elongating and my mouth watering ready for what was to come.

With a final grunt of my own, I bottomed out inside her, and my teeth sunk into her skin. My own pleasure radiated out in waves as my seed spilled into her womb. Her blood rushed into my mouth, but instead of the normal delectable taste of her blood, it almost tasted like ash in my mouth – bitter and dry. It wasn’t the first time that my blood rage had taken control and I had used Angelica in such a way, but it was the first time I had ever had this reaction to the taste of her blood.

My raging fire in my throat calmed as I gulped down her blood, and I tried not to focus on the taste it left on my tongue. Once I was satisfied and my throat no longer parched, I pulled away quickly, putting away my now flaccid member as she rolled to the side, her face lifted in a blissful smile.

I knew there was a scowl on my face because of the way she looked at me then, her mouth turning down slightly.

“That was amazing,” she whispered seductively, her eyes roaming down my bare chest before dipping lower. “Don’t you think?”

I grunted a response, the only thing I could manage with the bitter aftertaste that clung to my tongue. Even though my bloodlust was satiated, I still felt unsatisfied. The smell of the human girls blood still stuck in my nose, my constant companion and own personal torment.

Walking over to the small bar on the far side of my bedroom, I poured myself a shot of whisky, downing it quickly to try and drown out the taste of Angelica’s blood.

Without even looking at Angelica, I knew she was pissed. “Was it not enough for you, your majesty?” she asked through clenched teeth.

I kept my back to her, letting out a sigh. Maybe Daniel was right about her being annoying. “I have warned you about your attitude already today. Don’t make me say it again.”

Her arms wound their way around my stomach, her long fingers running along my abs. I wanted to flinch away from her touch, something off putting about it. “Oh, come on Dominik,” she whispered softly in an attempt to seduce me.

I poured another drink, stepping out of her reach, the sound of her huff reached my ears. I was aggravating her and I knew it.

“You know where the door is,” I growled lowly, letting my annoyance drip into my tone.

My feet pad along the floor as I make my way into the bathroom stripping off my pants and turning the shower on full pelt. I wait for the tell-tale sound of the door snapping shut before I step into the shower, letting the hot water cascade down my back.

I desperately needed to wash away Kara’s scent, but nothing seemed to work. It was like it was burned into my brain. This was already my second shower for the night, but now the strong, bitter aftertaste of Angelica’s blood stuck to me as well.

I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what was wrong, but it was like after scented Kara’s blood, nothing ever would smell or taste as good. It was worrying. If she smelled that good, I couldn’t begin to imagine what she would taste like.

A groan escaped my lips as the darkness within me swirled, brought on by the tantalising thoughts of her blood in my mouth, her soft, human body against my own.

I punched the tempered glass of my shower in frustration, cracking the screen. s**t, another problem to fix!

Turning off the shower, I dried myself and pulled on a pair of slacks. I really needed to stop thinking about the human girl, it would just send me into another spiral.

Thankfully, having Angelica’s blood in my system, as horrible as it had tasted, had tampered my need for blood. I needed to get myself under control, to fight against the primal urges that seemed to rear up every time I even thought of her.

She was just a human after all, nothing special – no different to the twenty or so other women that remained in the games.

I clenched my teeth together and closed my eyes, her face haunted my dreams as I drifted off into a restless sleep.

*****

When my alarm sounded the next morning, and I groaned, the insistent chirping aggravating me more than usual. I was exhausted. I had barely slept the last night between Angelica’s middle of the night visit and the constant dreams of the red-haired Kara.

Her face and scent still lingered in my mind. I was going mad.

I dressed quickly and wandered down to breakfast where my mother sat at one end of the huge dining table, my father at the other end and Ariel stuck in an awkward spot in the middle of them. No one was speaking and the only sound in the room was the clink of cutlery against plates.

“Dominik,” Ariel cried out with a smile, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. She stood from the table and ran into my open arms. She was still so small, but I kept forgetting she was almost twelve in human years now, slowly maturing into a young lady.

Mother gave her a look, one that I knew well, her brow quirked up as her brows pursed together in displeasure.

“Hello, Squirt,” I whispered in her ear.

Ariel pulled back and glared at me, her face squishing up. “Don’t call me that.”

I only laughed, which earned me a raised brow from my Father.

I sat across from Ariel as one of the servants brought a platter of food in. As Vampires we didn’t really need to eat, but we gained a small form of sustenance from human food. It prolonged our need to feed on human blood, spacing out the time from once a week to feeding once a month. Feeding from another vampire, like with Angelica, especially in blood rage, only gave me a few days before I needed to feed from a human.

“Did you watch some of the first round, Dominik?” Ariel asked, her voice tight with her excitement.

I glanced at my Father, who had his nose down, reading some formal documents. My Mother’s brows became knitted even tighter together.

“I did,” I said slowly, waiting for a reaction from either of my parents.

Thankfully Ariel didn’t know about half of the things that went on in the games, and I am more than sure Father wouldn’t have wanted her to know either.

“I have a few favourites,” she commented, a smile lifting her lips again.

“Do you now?”

“Who is your favourite?” Daniel asked as he waltzed in the door and sat down beside me. “Because if you don’t say me, I might have to tickle you to death.”

“No, of the girls competing,” Ariel laughed, her voice tinkling. “I have a good feeling about one for each of you.”

I met Daniel’s gaze and he just smirked at me, a knowing look in his eyes.

“That’s enough, Ariel,” Mother interrupted, her gaze penetrating.

“Oh, come on Mother, I want to know now, maybe it is my favourite too,” Daniel said with a grin. “I am more than sure Dominik has a favourite of his own.”

I wanted to punch him in the face right now as Father’s eyes lifted to meet mine. “Do you have a favourite Dominik? I thought you hated the idea of these games.”

I shot a glare at Daniel who just sat there with a s**t-eating huge grin on his face. Ariel covered her mouth to hide her laughter and even Mother had a small smile on her face.

“No Father, I am still against the whole idea.”

His brow raised higher, his dark eyes narrowing in my direction as he took in my appearance. Knowing my Father like I dd, I was more than sure he would see the bags under my eyes and the particular shade of red to my irises which indicated I had fed recently, and from a Vampire. He noticed everything.

“Too bad,” he said slowly, his gaze returning to his paperwork. “I was thinking after this round today that we could organise a meet and greet with the top ten from each group.”

I froze, trying to block the idea before it formed but it was too late. I pictured Kara in my head, her body against mine, her blood flushing her porcelain skin. I imagined my fangs sinking into her soft flesh and finally getting to taste her and see if she tasted as good as she smelled.

Daniel’s smile got even wider as he appraised me. “Oh yeah, don’t have a favourite huh?”

“Shut the f**k up,” I growled.

“Language!” Mother cried, her brows shooting up in shock.

“Well, I would be happy for a meet and greet, Father,” Daniel said, his eyes twinkling with a look I knew too well. It meant I would have to be on damage control. “Some of those women are tantalising to look at, I am sure they would be even better up close.”

“Daniel!” Mother’s warning rang out, her gaze now pinpointed on him. He raised his hands up in submission, the cheeky grin on his face never wavering.

“Just saying.”

“Well, I don’t care if they look tantalising or not,” Ariel replied, giving us both a dark look which made her look more like Mother than ever before. “I think that Piper and Kara are going to win.”

I froze hearing her name come from Ariel’s mouth, and beside me I saw Daniel stiffen, the grin finally dropping from his face. I had no idea who Piper was, but I knew the other name.

“What makes you say that?” Father asked, now back into the conversation. His paperwork was now laid on the table, his attention fully on Ariel.

“I don’t know, but I like them both. There is something about them.”

“Which ones are they, Marcus?” Mother asked Father, her interest piqued as well.

“Three and six,” he said slowly, his gaze penetrating mine.

“Is six the one that is currently being held in the vampire infirmary?”

My head whipped around to my Father, whose gaze was watching me intently. His lips turned down at what he must have seen in my eyes, the feral look as I tried to control myself.

She was in this wing, close enough for me to reach. The instinct to run straight there and inhale the intoxicating smell of her blood was so overpowering that my knuckles turned white on the table as I gripped on for dear life, holding myself back. And of course, Father noticed. Nothing missed his analysing gaze.

He stood suddenly, drawing everyone’s attention. “Dominik, with me, now!” his voice boomed across the room.

Even Daniel looked perplexed, his brows raised at me in question.

I just shrugged and stood, following Father as he marched from the room. Whatever he had seen in my expression, the look in my eyes, he wasn’t pleased. It only took me few moments to realise where exactly we were heading.

My Father stopped at the door to the infirmary, his dark eyes hard, his expression a mixture of anger and disappointment. “I am disappointed in you, son,” he began, giving me a hard glare. “Allowing a human blood to rule over your instincts.”

He pushed open the door to the infirmary and guided me down to the last room. As soon as he opened the door to the room, the smell of her tantalising blood hit me like a battering ran, my mouth watering and my fangs descending.

Father watched me closely, before running a hand through his platinum hair. “You must control yourself, and if this is the way I must force you to do it, then so be it.”

Shock registered in my brain, right before he pushed me square in the back into her room, slamming the door and locking it behind me, effectively trapping me in the room with my biggest weakness.

Instinct drove me to hold my breath as I glared at my Father through the small glass panel in the door.

“There will be two outcomes here,” his muffled voice reached my ears, angering me further. “You either kill her and succumb to the beast within you, or you manage to hold back your blood rage.”

My anger exploded in my chest as I beat against the door. I knew my eyes would be changing, that my rage was getting the better of me, but in that moment I didn’t care. This was the darker side of my Father, the side that tortured me for being lost in the darkness that he created. The Father that pushed me to dive into my darkness and then expected I would be able to resist the blood rage when it hit me.

This was real curse, the one thing many of the other vampire’s didn’t realise I fought against. The instant urge for human blood. Not even Angelica knew of my disease.

“I thought I had trained you better, gotten you to work on dampening this darker side to you,” he finally added, his tone dark and icy. “But maybe I was wrong.”

A snarl ripped from my mouth, the smell of her blood slamming into me from all sides. I could feel the darkness within me, curling around me and begging me to join it. I already knew my eyes would be dilating, my veins bulging as I fought against the urge to rip her to pieces and drain every drop of blood from her body.

“But remember, I will not accept weakness as a part of this family.”

*****

I didn’t know if it was minutes, days or hours later, Father returned and unlocked the door.

I had sat in the chair the entire time, unmoving, my hands gripping the leather of the chair, my elongated nails digging into it.

She was unconscious, and I just stared at her, hatred pulsing through me. This, tiny, harmless, human girl was going to be my downfall. Every moment was spent fighting against the urge to take three steps and latch my mouth on her throat and drain her life. Either that or I wanted to bury my c**k in her. Just the presence of her, the soft roundness of her body had my body flooding with desire.

She was so f*****g beautiful that it made the agony of her blood even worse. With her full lips, her pale skin and her auburn tresses of hair that cascaded down the pillow.

A stab of anger filled my chest when I saw the bandage around her arm. My Father’s mutant creation had caused that.

It didn’t matter how long I stared at her, or how much I wanted to, I couldn’t give in the desire that pulsed through me – both the desire for her blood and her body.

I fought it, for every painful moment.

When the door finally opened, I lurched outside and ran as fast as I could out of the infirmary. Father joined me moments later, his dark eyes taking in my appearance.

“Is that why she is your favourite? The scent of her blood, the blood rage filling you and begging you to kill her?”

I couldn’t respond, my body had gone completely rigid as I worked to rid my brain of her scent.

“She is just another human girl, never forget that.”

“But, her scent… it is-“

“I have been alive far longer than you Dominik, and there is no human scent ever worth losing yourself over.”

A low growl sounded in my chest and my Father’s eyes darkened even further.

“I don’t want you anywhere near the arena tomorrow until you get this s**t under control, do you understand me?”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to fight against him, without even knowing why the hell I wanted to. Hadn’t I been the one against this whole idea from the start?

But there was something about that girl, Kara, that had me wanting to drain her blood but also had my c**k twitching in my pants, wanting to bury myself deep within her.

A part of me was drawn to her. It was like every part of her was irresistible.

“I said, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I managed to growl out.

Father glanced over me once more, his face twisted in disappointment before he walked away, leaving me alone again.

I wound my way back to my room and collapsed on my bed, Even though it was barely past noon my eyes slid closed and I slipped into dream riddled sleep where the scent and touch of Kara filled every moment.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hi All,

I am trying to publish a chapter of Vampire Prince once a week as this is a story I am working on as I go. Some days I have the inspiration and time, other days I don't.

You can always find my other stories on the app

Spyrit Magic and Spyrit Study (Book 1 and 2) of the Spyrit Trilogy.

Hope you are liking the book so far.

Love,

Ax