The Onset of Dark Desire

It started the same way it always did.

Chilly air, and oppressive energy that threatened to choke me to death.

Ear-shattering screams.

Blood smeared across the marble floor.

My mother’s body sprawled, her eyes wide, and her mouth agape with terror.

16-year-old me watched from the stairs how my older brothers were bitten by vampires, their mouths still screaming “Run!”

As I began to run for my life, the scene blurred.

When my eyes opened, I found myself lying on silk sheets, my hands restrained with handcuffs.

The air became unreasonably colder as three vampires with their fangs out emerged, their eyes different colors yet familiar and terrifying.

I felt a slight slap on my thighs and I whimpered as I spread them open.

“Good girl,” I heard Hawke’s voice before I saw his piercing blue eyes gleaming with desire and possession. His fingers clawed my inner thighs, his mouth sucking my pussy with a hunger he barely tried to contain.

Behind me, were dark smoke and flames with the presence of someone as cold as ice. His hand slid through my hair and he fisted it as he kissed the base of my neck.

“Do you still want to kill me, little killer?” He murmured in my ears, his other hand cupping my breast while his thumb grazed my nipple until I was whimpering like a hormonal teenager.

I wanted to yell out “yes,” but only a pent-up moan escaped my lips.

I whimpered as the third silhouette stepped forward. For some reason, I couldn't see his facial features clearly like Hawke’s and that made me tremble.

“You have always been good at resisting pleasure, Nyx.” He said, then leaned in, yet still invisible. “You can resist them…you can.”

“You can resist them, Nyx.” Those were the words that echoed in my head as I woke up with a gasp.

My heart was racing and my body aching, and my sheets tangled and damp with desire.

“Fuck,” I groaned, dragging a shaky hand toward my throbbing pussy.

I looked around for the sight of Hawke because he had been my shadow ever since last night, but he was nowhere to be found.

Before my hand could reach it, I felt a familiar coldness in the air and I turned to see his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine.

“I can help you with that…” He offered smoothly and I pulled the duvet over my naked body.

Sometimes, I wished I didn't like sleeping nude. But I didn't hate it until I got an unwanted roomie.

“No. Thanks.” I responded flatly.

His smirk widened into a twisted, hungry grin, the kind that made it hard to tell whether he wanted to kiss me or rip my throat out. He stepped further into the room, his steps silent and slow, stopping just in front of me. His fangs were out but he didn't move any closer.

It was broad daylight. The sun was high in the sky, shining straight through my broken window. But he didn't burn. None of them ever did. That whole “sunlight kills vampires” was just a story told to humans by historians, who were too scared to reveal the truth. What could actually kill them was my blood and I had already lost more than enough.

I breathed in sharply, gripping the duvet tightly around. I was naked. No weapon. No dagger.

Just me, in this damp bed and him standing there like he owned me.

“I said no.” I repeated, this time through clenched teeth.

I hated the way I looked right then…vulnerable, convened and trapped. I hated that his mark was still fresh on my skin. And most of all, I hated that a part of me wanted him to ignore my plea and just ravish me.

“My wound had healed.” He said suddenly, his voice low and deliberate.

Then, without hesitation, he grabbed the hem of his white tee and ripped it open.

I swallowed hard as my gaze lingered on his well-toned abs. But I quickly snapped myself out of it. That wasn’t what he was showing me!

My eyes shifted to his chest, where I had staked last night, now it was nothing more than smooth, unblemished skin.

“And that is,” I gestured to his chest “thanks to my blood.” I said, then forced my head to meet his provocative gaze.

For a moment, I was dazzled by the wild hunger glaring in his eyes.

“Which is why I am offering to be the dick you ride on. Listen, now that you're marked by me, I can tell when you're aroused, angry, happy, sad, disappointed, and the rest that you would find out soon enough, I can smell your arousal from afar and if I want, I can easily pry on your thoughts.”

The more he spoke confidently, the angrier and more aroused I got. And to think he could tell made me more angry.

“I know I cannot resist the influence you have on me but if you don’t fuck off, I will kill you.” I said defiantly and he barked out a laugh.

“I know you have a deep hatred for my kind,” he murmured, his voice as sharp as a blade yet as hot as sex. Oh Gosh, why was I thinking about sex right now? “But I thought I would be special to you.”

Now, it was my turn to laugh.

“What makes you think you can ever be special to me?” I spat and he tilted his head to the left, his gaze on the spot his mark was on my neck.

“What if I help you to steal your dagger back from Vale?” He proposed and I stared at him in blatant shock. But I quickly got over my surprise. This could be another of their traps. I would be a fool if I fell for their tricks twice.

“What’s in it for you?” I asked him, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. “My blood?”

Hawke laughed hard like I had just said the most amusing thing in the world. “Right on the mark.” He said with a pleased smirk. “But not just your blood, Nyx. I want to give you a taste of everything you have been resisting.”

I stiffened, my breath caught in my dry throat as his words seduced me into a dark fantasy.

“And if I say no?” I asked.

His smirk widened into a dark, tempting smile, and leaned closer, his piercing blue eyes burning into mine. “Then I guess we both lose. You stay weak without your Vespera dagger… and I never get to see what you sound like when you orgasm.”