Reyna’s Vampyr: Chapter Five

As if by magic, the crowd parted before him, creating an open path to the dance floor. Reyna sighed. One dance wouldn’t kill her. Then she was out of here, no matter what.

He pulled her close as they danced. “Tell me your name.”

Reyna ignored the command, looking everywhere but at him. A not so subtle glance at her watch indicated she could leave in another two minutes. She counted down the time in her head.

“Look at me.”

She snorted. Like that was going to happen.

Finally, it was time. She abruptly pulled away. “Thanks for the dance,” she tossed over her shoulder as she turned to walk away. She’d taken two steps when the club went totally dark and the music ceased. Reyna was forced to stop. Even she couldn’t see in this pitch black. An expectant hush fell over the crowd.

A single drumbeat broke the silence.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Another drum joined in counterpoint.

Tap. Thump. Tap. Thump. Tap. Thump.

The beat started low, then slowly swelled. It was hypnotic and pulsing. Reminiscent of the jungle beats of the deepest, darkest parts of Africa. It dug under her skin and into her bones.

Blue lights lit the floors, casting everyone in white in glowing blue. The rest were dark shadows. Her dance partner stepped close behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist and swayed her to the driving rhythm.

Reyna’s instincts screamed at her to get away, but thinking was suddenly hard. Her mind grew sluggish. All she could do was feel. Feel the beat. Feel the hard aroused body plastered to her back. The muscular band he called an arm bound her to him, enveloping her center.

Her vagina grew moist as visions of naked, sweaty bodies engaged in orgasmic activity streamed through her head. Chill bumps spread up and down her arm and the hairs stood up in response. What’s happening to me?

The male wrapped both arms around her. One slid low to chain her belly, close to her mound. The other rose to rest below her breasts. Then he began to chant in rhythm with the beat. The foreign sounding words did something to her and for a moment, fear caused her to surface from the enchantment holding her enthralled.

Run, Reyna. Fight.

As though someone flipped a switch, her brief struggle ended before it could begin as sensible, careful Reyna faded and the part of herself she’d fought against and tried to deny all of her life rose to the surface and took her place.

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“You and I are one. Blood of my blood. Flesh of my flesh. You are the very heart that beats in my breast. From this time forth, no more twain but one. My body I give to thee. Your body I receive from thee to treasure, to pleasure, to hold secure. My life for yours, for all eternity.”

Tariq chanted the ritual words, binding this woman to him. He didn’t know her name. Didn’t know how she felt about Vampyrs or being united with one. None of it mattered. By law she was now his. His to keep. His to protect. Most of all, his to bond with and he kept what belonged to him.

He felt his fangs lengthen and the glands behind his ears began to harden and swell as the venom made its presence known. Once injected, it would mark her as his and prepare her ovum to accept his seed. It would also act as a locator. With it in her system, he could find her anywhere on earth.

Most importantly, it was a powerful aphrodisiac. When it hit her bloodstream, she would be helpless against the lust that consumed her, consumed both of them. While the venom didn’t discriminate, the pheromones he released would ensure her desire was only for him. A potent double-whammy for the toxin affected him as well.

He tightened his arm until it resembled a steel band. With his left hand he gathered her hair and twisted it like a rope, using it like a handle to pull her head to the side, exposing her neck. Slowly he licked her pulse point, wanting to savor the moment. It wasn’t every day a male found his Heart’s Blood.

She moaned and the sound went straight to his groin. He hovered over her, inhaling the sweet scent of her life’s essence. The bitter tasting fluid dripping into his mouth pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He forgot the club and its inhabitants. His mind, his very life force was focused on this long awaited claiming. Unable to wait any longer, he struck like a snake.

Her body jerked and she screamed. Tariq knew the venom entered like ice and then burnt like fire, for he too was feeling its effects as it coursed through his system. It seemed to streak like lightning straight to his groin and radiate outward. He only had seconds until it hit his brain and he lost all cognitive abilities.

Gathering her close, he teleported them to his quarters.

The minute he released her, she turned on him like a tigress, her clawlike nails extended. She tore at his clothing, all the while making these mewling sounds that drove him past the dark side of crazy. He froze for a nano-second as his brain seized, then every rational cell in his head shut down and the beast within him burst free.

Two slashes and her dress was in tatters. His cock burst free as she ripped loose the opening of his jeans and tried to climb his body. Tariq roared in approval as he slammed her back against the wall. He had to be in her now.

After that, things were a blur. He remembered rutting like a wild animal, biting, clawing—not all of it him—and blood before passing out.