Chapter 13

She woke up warm in his bedroom of black silk to find him studying her intently. Her eyes traced his bare chest for a moment, before she stubbornly forced them back up to his face. A smirk was already playing about his lips and she scowled at him, shoving a pillow between them so she wouldn't have to see his arrogant face. Even with the pillow between them, she felt his hand on her knee, supple and strong, as it slowly slid up her bare leg.

"Why are you in such a good mood?" as she placed a hand on his to still his movement.

"Why shouldn't I be? I just vanquished the man who murdered me 400 years ago."

He teased the edge of her gown before pulling it up and off of her body. She let him, but turned away from him, covering her chest with her arms. He trailed kisses across her back while palming her hip. The arousal started almost instantly deep in her belly. Her thighs clenched together at the feeling of wetness rapidly forming between them. Finally losing his patience and self-control, he dragged her back towards him and flipped her, pinning her beneath him, so he could behold her succulent breasts.

She whimpered as he began to tease the tips with his tongue, swirling and stroking, squeezing and pinching, until her nipples were rock hard. His hands traveled lower and her thighs seemed to fall open of their own accord, he teased her clit while kissing her hard. More wetness formed in his hand. His fingers danced in her arousal, driving her higher towards the edge.

She twisted and turned and begged, "Master...please… I can't… oh god… Master.. please…."

He made sure she came a few times, before slipping his cock inside of her. They fit together like pure silk. Her hips thrust up into him as she dragged nails down his back, leaving bloody lines that healed instantly.

Just before they came together, he sank his fangs into her neck, and that finally tipped them over the edge. Anna's mind flashed back to the first time Dracula bit her on the ballroom floor, but it no longer seemed like a bad memory. It seemed like the most erotic experience she could imagine at the moment. The first time her Master ever tasted her, followed shortly by her first time tasting his blood. Flipping them, Dracula's cock still inside of her, Anna leaned forward and bit him, filling her mouth with the taste of his blood, and he let her, merely groaning in arousal as his Queen took his blood again. For while brides were made to serve, Queens were made to mate. Eternity might not be so bad after all.

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Anna's strength grew with every passing year. Vampires aged like fine wine. They only grew stronger with time. The line between her human character and demonic beast grew fainter and blended together almost seamlessly. Surrounded by death, she grew more careless with her hunts and killed at random.

She had discovered her ability to freeze things when she defeated Van Helsing. But Dracula only seemed mildly surprised and inquired if she could do it again.

"See if you can freeze the coffin solid."

"WHY?"

"Because, if you haven't noticed by now, it's a better way to sleep. You prefer it too."

"No, I don't!"

Dracula snorted in disbelief. "If one of my other brides had said that, I would have believed them. But you… you're a stubborn liar. You're not made like them at all."

"And exactly how was I made any different?" Anna complained sarcastically, while trying to focus on freezing the coffin.

There was a moment of silence, before Dracula answered her quietly, "You drank my blood."

"WHAT?" Anna whipped around to stare at him while the coffin froze solid behind her.

"You're not like the brides because you're the only vampire to have ever tasted my blood." He grabbed her hand and pulled her against him. "You're special."

He caressed her face, trailing down the side of her neck and into her hair. She was still staring at him transfixed and speechless, her mind sorting through all of the pieces and putting them in order.

"What...what does that mean?" she finally sputtered.

"It means I can't force you to love me."

"Woah! Wait a minute! Who said anything about love?!" she started to shove him away from her, and said in a panicked voice, "Remember, we're just strong acquaintances!"

"Of course." He gave a tight smile.

"Look, I'm not..." Anna forced herself to shut up, but then continued on recklessly, "I can't be…. I'm not a bride! You said so yourself!"

"Of course you're not." He grabbed her chin and tilted her face up. "You're my Queen."

He kissed her slow and deep, tongue caressing every silken crevice. If she had still had a heartbeat, he could have danced to the beat.

It had been a long time since he had kissed her like this and the beast inside of her instantly responded to it. She shoved him back against the frozen surface of the coffin and mounted him. He grabbed her by the hips and hesitated, undecided on whether to fight for control or not. She growled at him in warning and he released her hips to let her do as she pleased. But then they both felt it. Dawn was approaching. "Damn it..." he put his hand down to unfreeze the coffin below. He thought he would have to pull her in after him, but she beat him to it, pushing him down first to stay on top. And then just to make her control very clear, she froze the coffin solid with both of them in it.

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I mean, should I keep going? It's a lot of Anna and Dracula rule the world and have multiple-way sex with Isabel LOL.