Moonlight Lovers

Thirty

BORIS OCTAVIUS stepped out of his majestic bath, an oval-shaped marble tub that’s eight feet long and six feet wide, his naked body and long silver hair dripping with water from his bath.

His assistant, Jada, waited until he was fully out of the water. His feet left trails of wet footprints on the floor. He sauntered towards the woman shamelessly in his nakedness. Her eyes weren’t looking anywhere either, she was waiting for him to get closer. When he was finally standing near his human assistant, she immediately put a dark silk robe on him.

“News?” He asked, slipping his toned arms inside the sleeves of the soft fabric of the robes.

“I went to Asmodeus Müller’s brothel this morning to settle the amount he was asking as payment for the damage he said you left when you went there last time,” Jada announced.

“Did he talk about anything interesting aside from complaining about a paying customer?” He sarcastically rebuffed.

“There was one,” Jada began, although it was evident in her small voice that she almost did not want to say it. “But I’m not sure if I should tell you.”

Boris’s eyebrow raised. “Let me hear it first. I will decide if it is worthy of my time.”

“Well, some of the workers in the bordello were talking about an event that happened in the Octavius estate a couple of weeks ago. They said Müller brought them to the house as part of an agreement between the bordello owner and your brother, but the girls were ignored and Godric already had a woman over. They were saying Godric and Asmodeus had an altercation when Müller let it slip to the woman that Godric was a blood being,” came Jada’s lengthy explanation.

“Huh?” Boris wondered aloud, raising his chin and narrowing his eyes at his assistant. “So, my brother’s inviting humans as guests in the estate? Or is he probably keeping a new pet?”

“The workers weren’t sure if the girl they saw was a human, though,” Jada quickly followed.

Boris grinned. “There’s only one way to find out then.” He walked past his assistant and headed for the door.

“S-sir…”

Boris immediately stopped walking when he felt Jada pulling the hem of the sleeves of his robe. His head quickly turned to his assistant who is now blushing profusely and could not even make eye contact with him.

The side of his lips turned up. He then completely turned around to face the young woman. “Didn’t I tell you? That it’s rude to pull your boss like that?” His voice fell into a soft hush, obviously making the woman more feverish.

She looked up at him with a heavy-lidded gaze. “Can you do it again to me? Please.”

A wider grin stretched on his lips at her request when Jada started unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her neck and shoulders, exposing the thin strap of her black brassiere.

Jada has only been employed as his assistant less than half a year ago. She came from the servant family that had been attending to Boris for centuries. When her brother died, she was forced to work for Boris and replace the position that her brother left. And even though she knew that Boris would never do anything to harm her, she squirms every time she sees him at first. She would talk to him in a very small voice, would make sure to get the hell out his way, and would try to make herself invisible around him. Of course, it only made him notice her more. Boris was used to having women lay themselves at his feet without needing to ask, so Jada’s instinct to squirm away from him all the time she gets makes him want to make her change her mind.

Knowing that no woman alive can resist a vampire’s bite, he used it to wrap the woman in his fingers. He told her one time that he direly needs her blood, and she allowed him to feed off of her out of fear that he will do something to her if she refuses. After that, though, Jada has been the one practically begging him to drink her blood when he’s in his estate in Courthall.

While killing their servant is punishable, drinking their blood is not against their law. Nevertheless, Boris does not want the same blood every time, so he still keeps coming back to Asmodeus’s brothel every now and then. Because, even though he couldn’t completely comprehend how the bastard does it, he always has new s*x workers in his bordello, ready to be f****d and feed off of by bloodthirsty vampires like him. Much to his assistant’s dismay, who had declared she wants to be the only human he would feed off of.

Boris knew it is impossible. A human can probably handle having a vampire drink their blood twice a week, but having it done daily would eventually kill them. And there is that rule between vampires and servants that everyone, even him who is considered above the legislature of their society, adheres to.

Boris walked closer and closer to Jada until her back touched the cold wall. She was looking up at him with so much yearning, so much intensity in her eyes. “Use me, Boris,” she whispered, pleading. “F**k me. Drink my blood. Do whatever you want.”

“Oh, Jada, you’re really something.” He touched her nape, brushing his thumb on the skin of her neck, biting his own lips as he stared at the fresh supple skin in front of him. “You’re always ready for me. Always willing to give yourself.”

Jada placed her hands on his chest. “You don’t need to go back to that bordello. I can give you anything those women can ever give you.”

Boris didn’t bother responding to what she said. He lifted her hands and pinned them on the wall above her head. He pushed the hem of her skirt up to her waist, and in one swift movement destroyed her underwear, throwing them to one side of the room. Jada gasped when he tore her lace panties. She grabbed onto his shoulders for support when she felt Boris’s hand between her legs. She opened her mouth and looked lustfully at his face. He lowered his face to her and claimed her mouth.

After a moment, Boris stopped rubbing Jada’s folds and pushed the fabric of her button-down shirt away from her heaving chest. He pushed his hard shaft into the woman’s sloppy entrance and watched her breasts rise up and down with his every movement. Soon, their labored breathing and sensual moaning filled the entire room.

When Jada announced that she was close, Boris pressed his nose on the skin under her ear and sank his fangs on her soft neck. Jada moaned loudly, high on the pleasure that they shared.

Boris removed himself from his assistant and fixed his robes. He turned to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” Jada asked when she caught him walking towards the door.

He looked over his shoulder and shrugged. “I’m bored. I’m visiting my little brother, to meet his new pet.”

ROALD COULD not take his eyes off the young woman in Godric’s home office for a second. The scent of the air filled with the smell of her blood reached his nose. And it took a lot of control to keep himself from flinging his bloodthirsty body at her to a corner of the room.

Of course, Godric was around, so he would not even attempt to do anything towards her. Besides, a vampire’s word is unbreakable and he did promise never to touch the spellblood—who by the way was a very charming young lady. He must admit he wasn’t expecting it.

When the woman’s smile slowly changed into an awkward grin, Roald blinked and chuckled, averting his gaze from her. “I’m sorry, it was just—” He looked at Godric when he couldn’t find the proper words to say. “She really is a spellblood!”

He noticed that the girl keeps standing too close to Silas. Two vampires in one room probably scare her. Especially because those vampires are talking about her having a different kind of blood.

Godric just shrugged. “I told you.”

“What’s your name?” Roald asked, glancing in the woman’s direction again.

“S-Selene Roseburn,” she replied.

“Where are you from?”

Her shoulders rise up and down. “I grew up here in Clairhill.”

“Have you had any siblings? Are your parents still alive?”

Godric furrowed his brows. “Are you thinking that the spellblood is in everyone in her family?”

Roald shrugged. “It wouldn’t be a harmful guess, would it?”

“I was orphaned as a child,” Selene said. “I don’t know if I have any siblings or if my biological parents are still alive.”

The whole room fell silent. “I didn’t know,” Godric said, breaking the silence. He was looking at her with kind eyes.

She smiled. “It’s okay. I really don’t like talking about it either.”

“Do you remember being anywhere before Clairhill, though?”

Selene thought for a second. “Wobrium, I think. My foster parents told me we used to live in Wobrium before they moved to Clairhill when I was around seven years old. They died three years ago, tragically, and I don’t know where in Wobrium did we stay.”

She felt Silas’s hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

She mouthed a thank you and smiled at her mentor. Then, she returned her attention to the two vampires in the room. “My adoptive parents worked hard to make sure I get to live a pretty normal life. And before Godric, I never really had a clue that vampires even exist. Or that I am a spellblood. Even now I’m still confused as to how that helps me.” She looked at Godric, who was listening intently at her. “Or you.”

“You are special, Selene Roseburn,” Roald spoke. “No one must know this, but as much as the smell of your blood puts yourself in danger around vampires, your blood also makes the vampire who drinks it stronger than his peers. Anyone—every one of our kind—will try to find you. The best way to keep you safe is to stay as close as possible to Godric.”

Selene nodded. She has no reason to go anywhere far from Godric at this moment anyway. Even though she already had a clue that having a spellblood in her makes her somewhat in danger around blood beings, she trusts that Godric will keep her from harm like he promised, despite him being one of those creatures she should fear her life from. She knew he will keep his words.

“Boris came here last time, I heard,” Roald told Godric after a few seconds. “What if he sees her? He likes visiting unannounced.”

“He came by the estate after almost a century of avoiding me and staying at Courthall. He doesn’t like this house. He’s not going to come here again, I’m sure,” Godric said.

“Boris?” Selene asked, she remembered the conversation she had with Godric at Lake Ynez. “Your brother? The one who caused your Change?” She said, looking at Godric.

Godric nodded. “Yes, Boris Octavius.”