Blessed Curse

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Kealoha POV

Days passed and we were no closer to finding out about the “Child of Light” lineage. Tobias, Uncle Maika and Uncle Alaric have scoured their libraries, bringing forth books, parchments, scrolls, and tablets, thousands of years old. And still, nothing.

“Hey, how do you feel today?” Christian has been my rock in all of this. “I’m fine. The last of the pain has dissipated.” He smiled a kind smile. “Wanna go for a walk?” “yeah. Ema wants to stretch her legs too.”

We made our way past the office. I peeked in, “hey, gonna go stretch Ema’s legs.” Kahi nodded, Lia gave Christian a hard look but gave her blessing. “Be careful.” My brother Kaleo called out as I retreated away.

As soon as my feet hit the soft grass, I let Ema take over. Christian watched in awe as I shifted, his eyes shining with admiration. “Even in your wolf form, you are absolutely beautiful.”

“Let’s run.” I nodded my head and we both took off into the dense forest. I could see my security detail, up in the trees, trying to keep up as they jumped from tree to tree.

I basked in the feeling of the wind in my white fur. It’s cold, crisp drizzles seeping into my fur. It was freeing.

Christian kept up effortlessly, never running out of breath. We were at least three miles away from my father's castle when I smelt something not familiar. Bringing Christian and I to a halt. “Not a Rogue, but definitely someone uninvited.” Christian spoke in a hushed tone.

I linked my family and not a minute later I had a protective detail of over a thirty wolves and vampires surrounding me. My family on their way.

Christian's beast was at the brim, at the ready to come forth, when I heard a voice that sent chills down my spine. “My my, what a treat.”

Christian hissed as my security team echoed his reaction. “Leave!” Christian commanded, my father Alaric’s power behind his command. “Leave and live. Stay and die.” The man c****d his head in amusement.

“I think I’ll wait. Don’t worry, I come in? What do you call it, peace? Yes, that’s right, I come in peace.” He looked at his fingernails without a worry on his shoulders.

I ran behind a tree, shifting back and dawning my garments that I had Christian toss to me.

When I stepped out, I let my magic float around him and saw a smirk pull up at the corner of his lips. “So a gifted shifter. I have nothing to hide. Search away my dear.” I scowled and let my magic out in several different directions. All my tendrils are aiming at a different task.

This man looked to be about my grandfather's age. His stance confident. His pepper-colored hair showed he was aged. While he may have been older, he was handsome in his own right. Lightly tanned skin, an uptown hair cut giving him a very professional look. But it was his eyes that creeped me out. Darker than the night. A black so dark that I swear he could see right through me.

To say he was huge felt like an injustice to his actual size. He had to be a solid three hundred plus pounds of pure muscle. His stance was broad, his shoulders expanding for what looked like forever. I could tell he could pack a punch behind all of that.

Not soon later, a stampede of paws progressed on us. The forest is taking its a***e as my family plowed through it to get to me.

“What’s your name?” I found myself curious. He smiled, “I am what people call, darkness. I don’t have a name.” I quirked my head in confusion, “you have to have a name. What do others call you then?”

He shook his head, “no name dear.” My father Alaric came whizzing through without an introduction or warning, taking the man off his feet, sending him flying across the forest. The forest is again taking a***e it didn’t deserve.

“Father!” I yelled to get his attention. He was seething, his beast and his wolf at the helm. He stopped, but was still seething.

“You dare come here and approach my daughter! Have you not been warned of the consequences if you should ever return?” I watched as the man got up, dusting himself off. “Hello to you as well, brother.”

We all gasped. “Dad?” It was Kahi who spoke this time. “He is not my brother. He has no ties to me or my family. He is the spawn from hell.” I couldn’t and didn’t want to hear my dad speaking like that, so I approached him, my hand touching his shoulder. It took a few seconds, but he calmed down.

“It’s okay dad, I’ve read him, he comes with no ill-intent.” My dad scoffed, “don’t trust him. He’s infamous for his trickery.” My dad’s eyes never left the man.

“Now, brother, as it maybe that I have---done some shady things in the past, this time I come to help. Word has come to me that a war is stirring, one aimed at taking you and your family down.” My dad scoffed again, obviously not believing a word this man spoke.

“Dad? May I?” I asked, but he shook his head no. “No, he can’t be trusted.” I sighed, “father, please.” He sighed, his breath uneven. “Who is he?” His eyes looked at me, an anger I’ve never seen before in his eyes.

“He’s an abomination. A mistake. One that should have died at birth.” Naomi approached on his right, I was on his left. Without even planning, we placed our hands on our fathers, and gave him our calm.

Seconds later, he opened his eyes, the anger still present, just not as consuming. “Who is he?”

It took a minute but he soon began to explain, “my grandparents, my mother's parents, experimented in wanting to create a new breed. A species faster, stronger, smarter....gifted.” His eyes shifted to the man that had stirred up my father's pent-up anger. “He is the creation of evil and darkness.”

The man sighed, obviously knowing something. So I turned my attention to him, since my father was so far gone in his anger, he was talking in circles.

“Who are you? And I’ll know if you’re lying, so just get to the truth.” He smiled, bowing. “I am Alaric’s brother. Even though, over the hundreds of years, he’s denied it. Our mother, had--uh, been in a prior relationship.” Everyone gasped. “She was promised to my father. He wasn’t a pleasant man. Many said he held a darkness within him, one that could consume worlds. Anyhow, they had, went though the mating process and wha-laaa, had me. Then, my mother disappeared. She, nor her parents, the ones who wanted me to be created, ever acknowledged me though. In turn, I was never known to have been an heir to the Vampire kingdom.”

The man smirked, “I am, as Alaric states, an abomination. But, aren’t we the same brother?” My dad's shoulders slumped. “No, for I never did the horrific s**t that your father and you have done.”

“What is your name?” My dad Maika asked. “I don’t have one. I was never given a birth name, because my mother thought that by being given a name, it would solidify me being someone. And she didn’t see me as being a living, breathing baby. She saw me as a mistake.”

My heart lurched for this man. “That’s cruel,” Naomi commented. “Don’t feel sympathy for him. He is not an innocent.” My father seethed through clenched teeth.

“Look at me brother.” This man commanded my father. His command was pretty impressive, but it held nothing on any of us, especially my father. But still, my dad’s eyes reached the man and for a moment we all watched as a silent conversation took place.

My father cussed under his breath, but soon nodded. “Try anything, I’ll show you what kind of king I am. The power I hold. Put my children, nieces and nephews in danger and I’ll kill you without even touching you.”

The man clasped his hands in front of him and smiled, “ You have my word, my best behavior.” My father grunted. “At ease, men and women. Roman. Twenty men on him at all times.” Uncle Roman, as I'd come to call him, replied, “ Yes, my king.”

“Take him to the castle. He’ll stay on the first floor, east wing.” I choked, “father, those rooms are cells.” He paid no mind to my outburst.

The first floor bedrooms, or cells on the east wing were to house the non-violent offenders. The cells were cleaner than the ones below the castle, but it was still a cell. What happened between them that divided them?

We all made the few long miles walk back to the castle. My entourage now quadruples its size. “Are you okay my love?” Christian's eyes watched me the entire walk home. “I’m just confused. This man seems genuine, so I don’t understand the animosity my father has.”

He smiled, kindly, “we’ll soon find out I’m sensing.” I nodded and not soon later we reach the castle. “Everyone, we’ll meet in the hall in this evening at dinner. I know you all have questions.” My dad walked in the direction of his office, dad Maika on his heels, as was uncle Roman.

“Come, I’ll draw you a quick bath.” Christian took my hand and when we reached my suite, I let out a sigh of relief. I placed a spell this morning in my room, one my grandfather Gabriel had taught me, to leave all my troubles at the door.

Without even thinking, I stripped n***d before I reached the bathroom, leaving a stunned Christian behind. “Join me?” His nod was slow, but clearly it showed his excitement.

I sat on the side of the tub, as the bubbles began to rise. I looked at my mate, who undressed slowly. Allowing me to appreciate the view. When he took his shirt off, showing his perfections, I took in a sharp breath.

His eyes held mine hostage and soon he was as n***d as I was. He walked behind, stepping in, taking my hand to guide me with him. He sat, causing the bubbles to cascade over the sides. He pulled me gently, guiding me to sit between his legs, as the hot water relaxed my body.

“I love you Kealoha.” I sighed, “as I love you.” We’ve said it once before, the words that held so much power. This time, nothing held me back from giving him my all.

I turned my body to him, straddling his lap. His eyes never left my face, as I gently rocked over his hardened member. His breaths were shallow as they came in short bursts. “Kealoha, are you sure?” I nodded, my l**t at its tipping point.

He washed me gently, caressing my breasts with tender, loving care. He massaged my n*****s, causing a mewl to leave my throat. “God you are perfect.” He took a soapy n****e into his mouth and I swore I saw the brightest light. “Yes, Goddess, that feels good.”

He upped his attack. With one breast being taken in his mouth, the other was being massaged ever so wonderfully with his hand.

Without warning, he stood with me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, smashing my lips into his in a needy sloppy kiss.

At vampire speed, we had reached our bed. He placed me gently in the center and stood back, looking at me with pure unaltered l**t. “Last chance my love. Are you sure? I won’t be able to stop. If you need me too, I’ll try. But f*ck you don’t know what you are doing to me.”

I bit my lip, feeling shy as this want, this strong feeling of need washed over and through me. “I, Kealoha, give myself to you, my mate, Christian.” He sucked in a breath and inhaled.

My arousal, I knew, was potent, for when Christian opened his eyes, they were glowing red. A smirk played at his lips. “Divine. The pureest scent I have ever been blessed to endure. One I will drink for all my life.”

I giggled, awaiting his guidance. He slowly lowered himself over me, his scent of sweet nectar and mango surrounding my every sense. “I-“ I watched as a shyness took over his face, “I’ve never done this before. Bare with me.”

I felt a love so deep permeate my every cell. “I am your first as you are mine. Let our first journey together seal our bond forever.” The smile that graced his lips only stirred my arousal further.

He watched my face, taking his fingers into his mouth, coating it with his saliva. He then placed said hand on my flower, and had me panting and mewling like a crazed animal. I closed my eyes in pure bliss when his voice startled me, “look at me. Eyes on me.”

I obeyed, seemingly to his pleasure. I could feel my juices slowly coating my folds as his fingers worked their magic. I felt a feeling of wanting to overcome myself. My stomach began to tighten, “Christian, Christian..oh-oh...” and just as euphoric as I imagined it would be, I had my first ever orgasms'.

His finger continued to gently snub my tender folds, causing my body to react in electrifying ways. “that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He pulled his fingers to his lips, inhaling, then sticking them in his mouth, “f*ck so sweet.”

His eyes raked over my body as if he was locking it into his memory, carving it, engraving it into memory. He pulled at his already hardened member, watching me watch him.

“I heard this part will hurt. If you need me to stop, I’ll try, but as a vampire I cannot promise I’ll be able to. I’ve heard I’ll become somewhat frenzied and stopping will be hard.” His forehead rested on mine, “but I’ll stop, if you need me too.”

I smiled, his worry is me, always me. “I want you Christian. In every way possible.” He sighed and opened his eyes, “take what belongs to you. And only you.”

He aligned his hard, long and thick center with mine. And slowly began to push forward. I pushed away all my powers, letting me feel everything. I opened my mind to Christian so he could see how happy I was.

His sharp intake of breath let me know he knew that right now, every cell of his body wanted him. His eyes locked onto mine, then in one smooth, gentle thrust he entered me all the way to the hilt.

A burst of warmth filled me, starting from the center of my body out to the very tips of my fingers and toes. While there was brief pain, this moment was everything I had always imagined it to be.

He allowed the both of us to get accustomed to each other. “I don’t have anything to compare it to, but f*ck you’re so f*****g tight, I feel like you’re suffocating him.” He chuckled.

I kissed him, letting him know I was ready. He slowly began to rotate his hips, his eyes looking for assurance. I nodded as the pain was replaced with pure need. His own needs began to surface as his hips rotated faster and deeper. We both sang our own music as we both moaned, mewled and cried out in pure bliss.

I didn’t want this to stop. I didn’t want him to ever stop. “More.” I pleaded as I sensed we were both near. “God, I f*cking love you.” With that I felt my stomach tighten, my toes curled and at the moment his fangs penetrated his mark, causing me to go blind as the most powerful surge of love flowed through me.

I felt when his warmth filled me. When he finished l*****g his mark, he looked into my eyes with worry as I had begun to cry. “Did I hurt you? No, no. I’m sorry.” I pushed him by pulling his lips to mine. “These are tears of happiness. And tears of need. I want you, again and again. I don’t want to stop.”

The last part was whiny, causing Christian to stare at me in confusion and then laughter. “God you made me panic.” He peppered kisses all over my face as my tears turned into giggles.

Now that our high was calming, I sensed a tension in Christian. His eyes shifted, his normal warm ones to bright red. Then I myself smelt it. Blood.

“Hey, it’s okay. You may leave. I’ll clean up.” That took him out of the blood-daze he was in. “What?” I shrugged, “I know it’s hard to be around blood. I’ll clean this up.” His face was one of sadness and appreciation.

“Yes, the blood does affect me. But I will never leave you after the gift you have just given me. I’m a big boy, I can control it.” I couldn’t help but laugh, causing Christian to raise an eyebrow in question. “You’re a big boy alright.”

It took a second but we both bellied over in laughter. “God I thank your Goddess for blessing you with me.” He kissed my lips and ran to the bathroom. I heard the tub start, and not soon later he returned scooping me up off the bed.

“You will take a warm bath and relax. I’ll clean the bed and get the sheets changed.” I was about to protest but he was out the door and doing what he said he was going to do faster than I could utter a word.

I sat in the tub, the warmth of the water soothing my aching lower region. I smiled and closed my eyes, reliving every touch and kiss Christian blessed me with. I let my hands wonder, and not soon later, felt myself up.

One hand massaged my breast while the other slowly made its way lower. Just as I was about to flick my folds, a hand stopped me, bringing my eyes to shoot open.

Christian was breathing heavily, his eyes dark with l**t. “That was another moment of the sexiest s**t, but it was also mine and only mine to touch. If you need a reprieve, you call me. I will be the only one to give you relief. Got it?”

I smirked, liking the commands and dominating aura he was putting off. He inhaled and shook his head, giving off a small smile. Then, without warning, he pulled me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and in one swift motion impaled me, causing a needy, “yeeeesssssss!” to leave my mouth.

He took that opportunity to attack my mouth, dominating it with his. He pinned me up against the bathroom door and took me way differently than fifteen minutes ago. This, this was what I needed. To be put into submission.

“Yes! Please, harder!” I screamed with each thrust he attacked me with. He obeyed, and gave me exactly what I wanted. “Like that? Hmm? You like it like this?” He asked, my eyes rolling behind my head as a wave of my o****m began to fill me. “Yes, just like that.”

He continued his attack, hitting me exactly where I needed him too. Our symphony of sounds echoes in our large bathroom.

Christian pulled my hair so he could look into my eyes, “I want to bite you. Not as a marking bite, I want to bite-bite you.” He said while thrusting in and out of me, slower this time. “What will happen if you do?”

“You’ll become a hybrid. My venom will bound us deeper than our marks. You will be mine by venom. You will carry me with you wherever you go.” I took in a sharp breath. Even though I didn’t have time to think about it, I knew Christian was it. That he was my happy ever after. “Do it. I am and will forever be yours in all ways.”

His thrusts were gentler, my cries urging for more. He let me watch as his fangs protruded from his gums. I nodded, giving him my final permission. He placed a kiss on my forehead, tilted my head to the left, and with one-two-three last thrusts, he bit me.

A hot-seering pain rippled through my body. I clutched onto Christian, not allowing the scream that wanted to leave my lips to exit. If I thought the o****m I had earlier was something, this one was thousands more intense.

He stilled. His member still throbbing within me. His fangs still attached to my jugular. I felt as he fed on me, his sucking, taking blood. I held his head in place, giving my all to him. It wasn’t painful, it was euphoric.

The sensation of his venom flowing through me I thought would cause pain. At least that is what I thought a vampire turning into someone would be like. Especially with everything I’ve read. But no, it was a warm feeling. Ema cooed at the feeling, accepting it just as I had. For both of us were melted butter in Christian's hands.

When he had his fill, he retracted his fangs, and licked the bite to seal it. He pulled his softened member out of me, guiding me to the shower where he quietly washed me. A kind smile never left his lips.

“How do you feel?” I contemplated his question. “Umm-okay. A little...my mouth, it’s dry.” He closed his eyes, as if he knew this was going to happen. “It’s your vampirism. After our shower, I’ll get you a blood bag.” I scrunched my nose, causing Christian to giggle.

“Your transition isn’t complete until you’ve had your first taste of blood. And the thirst you feel will only strengthen if you don’t feed it. If you don’t feed it, you’ll go mad.” I nodded, trying to remember what I had read about it.

Some vampires would turn people and let them fester, never feeding them, all for the feeling of power over that person. Some stories went on to say that some who turned, refused to complete the transition as well. Allowing themselves to go mad and eventually kill themselves, or let the starvation kill them.

Christian helped get me out of the shower, drying me and dressing me. I rolled my eyes the entire time, but allowed him to do as he pleased. “Now, how do you feel?” I shrugged, “thirsty but not overwhelmingly.” He shook his head, “that’s not what I mean, how is, your body? Was I too rough?” I shimmied side to side, seeing if any pain would occur but nothing.

“Nope. I think my wolf had something to do with that.” He smiled. “Uh-your dad is probably going to want to kill me for biting you. Whatever happens, let it.”

And before I could utter a word, my room door came blowing up into splinters. “YOU!” My father screamed.