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...What was wrong with her?... She no longer cared...Her hunger was so intense now...
Chapter Eleven
Violets attention was finally removed from the tender yet powerful thrusts, and the sensual caress of the rough hand on her thigh, as she felt his teeth sink deep into her flesh.
Her body instantly reacted to the pleasure/pain of his dark kiss before her mind fully registered his actions.
Her feminine muscles clenched as she spiraled through her third orgasm? Forth orgasm? When had she ever been able to lose count before?
Her hands clenched the dark silken texture of his hair as she held him to her throat.
He was drinking her blood.
The thought began to register through the ecstasy of the moment... the gentle sucking on her neck, the pain of his piercing entry. Her heart pounding as he cradled her body close to his, as he took the very essence of her life into the soft heat of his mouth.
The pleasure of her orgasm began to drain away from her as she felt her body deplete of energy; of blood.
His insatiable hunger was beginning to drain away all her strength.
The last thing she saw and heard was his body finding oblivion within her, his teeth leaving her skin as he cursed into the night, just as her eyes fluttered to a close.
Zacarias cursed himself for his lack of control.
He had once again taken too much blood.
And worse he knew he had probably done it on purpose.
He had wanted to give Violet the ability to choose when she was converted, but his insatiable hunger for, not just her body, but her sweet blood had taken away that choice. He wanted her with him always.
And as she had finally given her body into his keeping he had made the choice for her.
He feathered gentle kisses across her closed eyes as he made a gashes across the muscle of his chest, before holding her to the rich flow.
Placing her under his enthrallment he made her rosy lips move over the gash, drinking in his life.
There was nothing more erotic to him than watching her feed.
He smiled into the night, then again, his little Violet had a way of making everything erotic.
He shook his head at her antics over tonight.
She had wrapped her stockings around his eyes for a blind fold.
He almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of that image.
A two thousand year old, proud, Carpathian male, well known for his leadership and control, begging on a bed, with stockings around his eyes over a cube of ice?
He shook his head and was more than thankfully Nicholas had gone out for the night in search of prey. Zacarias touched his brothers mind and was comforted that he was in control. A wave of grief engulfed Zacarias at the idea of Nicholas turning, his brother deserved this peace. These amazing, life changing experiences that a life mate could bring.
He prayed for Nicholas to be strong and fate merciful.
He removed Violet from the blood enticement and healed the wound himself. Laying her back onto the soft mattress, that cocooned her body he wrapped the silk around her dainty frame.
Time to start praying for yourself he mused. There was no way Violet was going to like being converted against her will, he had a feeling he may have to start seducing her all over again. Thankfully he had thoroughly enjoyed the seduction of Violet the first time around.
She looked so small and pale in the moonlight. So ethereal. Truly not of this world.
Her dark lashes always mesmerized him, their length and curl against her alabaster cheeks where so beautiful.
He remembered what Manolito had told him about Marianne's conversion and feared the pain Violet would endure.
He would be here to help her through it, shouldering as much of the agony as possible.
He would need to provide her with blood when she woke finally a full Carpathian.
Kissing her lips as she slept, he became mist as he filtered through the window in search of prey.
Easy prey. Close. So he could return immediately to his sleeping mate.
He would never get used to the pleasure of having a lifemate awaiting his return.
Never get enough of Violets control and seduction.
His body instantly reacted to the mere thought of her hands upon his skin, or more devastating her mouth.
He found four workers, tending to various small jobs before retiring to bed, in the stable and drank deeply.
Violet woke alone.
Her body was being cradled by the soft mattress and sheets. Her skin felt hot to touch and she felt quite ill. Was she going to be sick?
Moving from the bed she began to walk towards the bathroom.
She braced herself against the wardrobe by the bathroom door as a wave of pain over rode her.
It was a odd sensation, it felt as if something was moving beneath her skin. Her muscles clenched as she took a deep breath and walked into the bathroom.
Turning on the tap she doused her red hot skin with water, as the next wave of agony whipped through her body.
The pain was moving through her muscles.
Through her organs and blood.
What was happening?
Where was Zacarias?
As she fell to her knees as another wave hit her, she remembered his bite.
That was the last thing she remembered before she had passed out.
What had he done to her?
She had never felt such agony.
She cried out and hugged her knees as another wave went through her.
Consumed her.
She felt sick. So sick.
Where was he?
Zacarias lifted his head from the wound and turned towards the house, he felt Violet within and knew her conversion was beginning, propping the worker against the stable wall, he rushed to Violets side.
He found her in the bathroom, holding her knees on the floor and rocking, tears streaming down her eyes as she cried out.
His breath caught at the sight of her there.
In agony.
Because of him.
Instantly he dropped to his knees before her, and pulled her into his embrace against her protests. He scanned her body and saw the conversion shaping her organs and muscles, altering her entire body. He held her tightly as her body began to spasm violently.
The force of the spasms where strong; shockingly so.
Her small frame was being lifted and thrown back with such force he feared she could break a bone if he allowed her near the cool tile of the floor. Her brow was sweat covered, and he watched as blood began to appear through the pores; the conversion.
Her cries and screams where shattering him completely.
He tried to take the majority of the pain but was unable to shoulder it all.
Her body was changing and she alone was the one to bare the pain of it.
He cursed himself in a colorful mixture of ancient Carpathian and Portuguese.
He cradled her close as her body rid itself of its contents.
A blood red tear meandered down his cheek as he begged for mercy.
Would the conversion work? Or just kill her?
The thought weighed heavy on his mind, he rocked her back and forth in his arms, even after he had sent her to sleep. Monitoring her breath and heart beat. He couldn't stop the tears.
When had one human woman become everything to him… the answer he knew, was the very moment he had met her.
Watching her sleep in a drunken stupor on her hotel bed was when he had been hers, and he had belonged to her ever since.
He smiled through his tears at the stupidity of her actions.
Walking home drunk in high heels. But that was his little Violet. If he argued with her about it, she would get defensive and growl at him, her alabaster cheeks red with anger, her eyes flared with annoyance. That look that aroused him beyond belief… maybe he should speak to her about it after all?
He kissed her hair and whispered to her throughout the remainder of the night.
Promising her the world, if only she stayed with him...
Violet woke, and after assessing that it was still night time, she wondered if it had all been a dream.
Zacarias lay asleep around her.
His strong arms tight around her waist, his face drowning in the soft waves of her hair.
Her body felt the same… and yet oddly different.
Her hearing was better, she could hear everything going on in the house, and even through there was only one window open to admit light, she could see clearly every detail of Zacarias' bed room.
She spotted a collection of paintings on the far side of the room, all of her. One large one was of her working on the ranch, standing next to a fence as she flicked a stray piece of hair from her face. It wouldn't be a particularly flattering pose, and yet Zacarias painted her so she looked sensual and ethereal.
A complete mystery.
She smiled at the paintings until her mind began to clear and she began to recall the events of earlier.
Had he bitten her?
Yes, he definitely had.
It wasn't a tender, teasing nibble she had given him across his shoulders, it had been a 'teeth-through-the-skin-of-your-neck-sucking-on-your-blood' kind of bite.
No love bite. More a 'snack time' bite.
She frowned as she felt the mark on her neck and was mortified when she shivered at the contact. So, it had been no tender love bite, but it had been a bite that had drove her wild. The pleasure/pain mixture had been exquisite and made her cling to him for more.
Had the illness been her imagination? Surely not.
There was no way that kind of agony could be dreamed of so vividly.
She had been withering in pleasure on this bed one minute, and collapsing in agony on tiled flooring the next. What had happened?
She turned to look at Zacarias sleeping peacefully beside her. His grip had gotten tightly as she had thought about earlier, and she had that feeling again, that he knew her thoughts and was holding her closer in an attempt to lock her to his side.
He was so stunning lying naked beside her. Oddly his body seemed even more powerful when he slept. He looked larger naked than when he was dressed, possibly as she was able to see the muscles clearly instead of a glimpse through linen.
She ran her fingertip over his sleeping face and watched as his eyes immediately opened and stared straight into her own dark pair.
"I think we should talk Zacarias" She whispered into the darkness of the room.
He smiled at her shyly before replying. "You want to ask me more about my favorite things?"
He grinned mischievously at her, which much like the earlier pout, seemed so uncharacteristic of him she couldn't help but grin back.
"Did you bite me earlier?" She watched the grin disappear and be replaced by a strange mix of guilt and hunger.
"Yes"
"Did it make me… ill?"
She watched as he rubbed his palm over his mouth before answering. She had seen him do that earlier and knew now he did it when he had a difficult answer to give her. She waited until he spoke.
"In a way. The illness was because of the conversion"
Violet swallowed at the sound of a conversion. Oh no… this was something out of a bad horror flick… conversion??
"Conversion? What do you mean?"
"You are what I am now"
Violet gulped again before asking what Zacarias had feared her asking from the moment she met him.
"What are you?"
"I am a Carpathian"
"Oh… then I'm confused"
"I'm a Carpathian… an immortal Carpathian male. I am a fighter of the undead"
Violets mouth was wide open with shock. Oh yeah, Vi… You can really pick them! The man is nuts!
He laughed at her thoughts and pulled her closer, fearing her leaving him.
"I can feel your hunger Violet. Please let me help you"
His whispered words, where uttered so close to her, she felt them feather over her lips.
She was hungry. So hungry.
It was clawing at her stomach and yet the idea of food was sickening to her.
She gasped as he moved closer to her mouth, the tanned skin of his chest close now.
She could hear his heart beat.
And cried out as teeth pierced through her gums.
She pushed on his chest.
Her mind confused.
She fought for a logical explanation… any explanation as to what was happening.
Tears pricked at her eyes as she tried to fight the mixture of confusion and hunger as he slit a wound across his chest near his heart.
She cried out at the sight and pushed him away. She felt the way her body reacted to the sight.
What was he doing?! What was she doing?
Her incisors ached to pierce the wound before her.
Her mind was chaotic.
Relax my little Violet. Your need is great. Take what I offer. Please Violet...
She shook her head at the voice within it and closed her eyes tight to avoid the temptation of the blood before her.
She cried. She was so confused.
She was hungry.
Please help me….
Violet heal my wound. Your saliva can heal now. Heal me and we will sort this out. Lick the wound to heal it…
The voice was a seduction, beckoning her to taste the blood before her.
She bit hard on her lip and heard the words repeated and repeated… heal me…
Someone needed to stop the bleeding...
She didn't know how, but she was moving towards the gash.
Her tongue moved slowly over the gash... and as he had said it healed it.
The skin healed together, the blood flow stopped.
Violet heard Zacarias gasp at the feel of her tongue on his flesh.
She moaned at the taste of him.
What was wrong with her?
She no longer cared.
Her hunger was so intense now...
She opened her mouth and sunk her teeth deep into the tanned muscles of his chest...
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