Hate by K.A Knight

“So the vampire doesn’t have a name?” Dume asks, lovingly stroking down my back.

“He either doesn’t remember it or isn’t choosing to, who knows, I might have to pick one because I can’t keep calling him vamp,” I muse.

Dume appears to be thinking, his hand stilling on my back. “What about Jair?”

“Jair?” I repeat in confusion, and he peers down at me, his eyes flashing red.

“It means to eat death, it is what they used to call the vampires when they were forced to feed on the dead and dying competitors in the fighting rings when I was a prisoner. They were quite literally eating death to survive,” he explains.

“Jair.” I let it flow from my tongue. “I like it, I will ask him.”

Just then we hear footsteps heading our way, so I leap to my feet and look at the chains and groan. They are obviously pissed at me for killing a guard and are still trying to break me and the vampire. They are coming to drag me away again, and I have to convince Dume to pretend to be chained. If they knew he wasn’t, they might hurt or even kill him. He does it begrudgingly, his nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowing as I wink and saunter towards the guards.

“Let’s go, boys, another fun day of torture ahead!”

One of them glowers at me and grips my upper arm, dragging me out and slamming the door behind me. “Ooh, rough, I like it, make it hurt, daddy.”

He thrusts me away in disgust, and I laugh as I tumble into another guard. “No? What about sir? Does that make you hard when you watch them scream and bleed?”

They ignore me then, tugging me back down a familiar path, only this time I keep my eye out for Griffin, but he is nowhere in sight. I hope he’s okay. If any of those winged fuckers hurt him, I’ll eat their souls and wear their bodies like a dress as I fuck up their friends.

The door is opened, and I’m tossed inside before they shut and lock it and walk away. Turning with a grin, I wink at the vamp who is waiting for me. He watches me with hungry eyes, still suspended in his chains. They have taken the guard’s body away, but blood covers most of the room. “Hello, sexy, miss me?” I tease.

“Dawn,” he rumbles, his lips around my name making me shiver. His fangs flash in the dark and I lick my lips, remembering how good his bite felt.

Running my finger across the wall, I saunter around the chamber, keeping out of his reach as his eyes track me, his body not moving an inch. “Another fun day of torture for us both, but I have something to run past you first.” I stop and look at him for a moment. He says nothing, not a big talker, this one, but that’s fine.

“I don’t know if you don’t remember your name or you simply don’t want to use it, so what about Jair?” I suggest. “Apparently it means to eat death, apt, no? I like it.”

“Jair?” he rasps, his eyes far away for a moment. “I have had many names. My human one died with that body, the one they called me as I decimated kingdoms and armies no longer holds meaning, and the one they called me after only reminds me of their hate...Jair. I like it, it comes from you, my fresh start. My saviour and future, Jair. I am Jair.”

“Jair, it suits you,” I reply and step closer, running my finger down his face. He leans into the touch, his eyes closing, his fangs hanging over his lower lip as I trace around them before pricking my finger on one. He groans as I gasp, blood forming on the tip. Eyes flicking open, he watches me hungrily as I press it to his mouth.

He sucks it between his lips, his eyes on me as he laps at my blood, drinking it from my finger. The draw seems to link to my clit which starts to throb in time with each pull of his mouth. Panting, I watch him with lust filled eyes, wanting that mouth on my pussy. Imagining the threat of his teeth as he did that to my clit…

“Jair,” I whisper breathlessly.

He pops my finger from his mouth, and his eyes bleed to black as his lips tip up in a snarl. It sends a shot of lust and fear through me. This is a feral man, I love it.

I step back, and his growl increases until his arms suddenly dart forward. The chains creak and then snap, the manacles still around each wrist. He moves fast, lunging at me.

Grabbing me, he tosses me onto the floor and follows me down, blanketing my body as he wrenches open my thighs. He presses his hard cock to my pussy as he twists my head to expose my throat. Snarling my name, he sinks his fangs into my throbbing vein, making me scream and buck beneath him as he starts to feed.

Each draw of my blood has me rubbing against his cock, wanting him buried inside me, both fangs and cock. He must get the hint because he glides his cock across my wet pussy, teasing me as it bumps my clit and makes me moan. He groans, ripping his mouth away and looking at me. His eyes are still black and my blood covers his lips and chin.

“Yes,” I growl, gripping his hair and dragging him down. He comes willingly as I cover his lips with mine, licking my blood from his mouth.

He kisses me hard, our teeth clashing as our tongues duel. The kiss is frantic and hungry, and he tears his mouth away, panting before he leans down and laps at the blood trickling from his bite. He kisses down my chest, crawling lower until he’s between my legs.

Holy fuck, yes.

“Eat me, Jair,” I demand.

He yanks my thighs farther apart and stares at my wet pussy, his tongue darting out and tracing across his plump lower lip. I groan, fuck, that’s hot. Especially with his fangs still hanging down, he looks like he could kill me and I would gladly let him. I would die happy with his cock buried in me, his fangs draining me of my blood.

Shit, it makes me wetter imagining him doing that. Once upon a time, I would have cringed at these thoughts, at crossing that line between pain, pleasure, and death and playing with it...but now? I crave it, I want it. I want him to try and kill me, to bring me untold pleasure as he does.

He lies between my thighs, his long, lean fingers tracing through my wetness, and his eyes meet mine as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. Jair closes his eyes for a moment as he moans my name. “You taste like death,” he whispers.

Fuck.

Reaching down, I clutch his hair, dragging him towards my pussy and making him laugh. “Now,” I demand.

The first touch of his tongue against my slick folds has me bucking, pushing my pussy to his face. His hands dig into my thighs, keeping me still for his attention. I’m at his mercy and it only makes me needier. I’m so close to coming already, all it would take is…

Yes.

His tongue dives into my pussy before pulling out and flicking my clit over and over again. Some men tease, play, but he doesn’t. He demands my pleasure, forcing it from my body as his fingers dive into my channel, stretching me, pressing against those nerves inside.

Grinding against him, I watch him desperately, my eyes wild, breath panting. My whole body tingles, and I try to resist the rising heat, but I can’t. I’m so close, so close...

He turns his head and bites my thigh, making me scream in release. It comes over me so suddenly, the pain making it so much stronger, my back actually bows. Rearing up over me, he grabs my legs, throws them around his waist as he lines up his cock, and pushes inside my still clenching pussy.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I drag him back down, turning my head to offer him my neck. He laps at my vein as he drives into me again and again, his cock slightly curved so it hits that point inside me. It’s brutal, raw, and dirty.

It’s fucking.

It’s claiming.

His cock is almost cold, and the sensation of that icy caress inside my molten heat causes me to cry out and clench around him again, wanting it. Wanting to feel that ice-cold touch everywhere.

“Bite me,” I beg, wrapping my legs higher around him, making him slip farther in until he’s bumping my cervix. That touch of pain, coupled with him dragging along my nerves has me climbing back up to another release, and I want to reach it with his fangs buried in me as he drains me dry.

“Jair, bite me!” I scream.

He growls, pushing my face down as he buried his fangs in me once more, the flash of pain melting to red-hot pleasure that tracks down my throat, to my chest, and then meets his ice-cold desire building in my belly, twining together. The heat and ice leaves me with nothing but a hole for him, keeping me locked in that sensation as it flows through me repeatedly until suddenly, it explodes in a firework of ice and lava, sweeping me away as something clicks into place.

A bond.

My eyes fly wide, he’s my mate!

His teeth leave my neck as he grunts, burying his face there as I feel his cum fill me, his hips stopping. Panting, we lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms with blood dripping from my neck, cum from my pussy, and a smile curving my lips.

Leaning up on his arms, he stares down at me with a smile as he pushes my sweaty hair away from my neck and gently cups my cheek. His touch is so opposite to how he just fucked me.

“Well, I didn’t expect that,” he remarks, and I swallow, my throat dry.

“Me neither,” I reply, my voice hoarse. I feel a bit weak from the blood loss and my thighs are shaking still, but it was worth it. “We are mates,” I mutter, as much for me as him.

“I felt it, I felt you click into place. That part of me that had always been missing, like when air comes back into the room or when you feed and it just feels right. Your edges match mine perfectly, sealing me, rebuilding me to make me whole again. I have been waiting all my life for this, for you. My heart once belonged to another. It’s damaged and used, but it’s yours, as is my soul. They always belonged to you.”

“And it will always be theirs as well. Your daughter and wife. I will never replace them. It’s not a competition, you can still love them and me. I’ll share that space with them, I want to see them in your memories, see how they made you into the man I met here.”

“Dawn.” His eyes mist and he sighs, resting his head against mine. “That was a lifetime ago. Sometimes I feel like it happened to someone else, but thank you.”

His eyes go to the blood, which is dripping slowly from my neck, and he winces. “Sorry, let me heal that.”

I stop him with a hand on his face. “Wait, will it scar?”

“It will if I don’t heal it,” he answers, confused.

“Then leave it, I’ll wear it proudly.”

I feel his cock jerk inside me, making us both groan as he gets hard again. Digging my feet into his ass, I start to rock against him and he meets my movements with shallow, slow thrusts. Our eyes remain locked in shared pain and need.

Both of us have suffered, both of us have died and were reborn into something else…

Both of us found each other in the dark.

“I will always find you,” he whispers.

The fucking turns into something else, something softer. Emerging from all that need, anger, and blood lust is something beautiful and strong.

Us.

* * *

With nothing else to do,we sit and talk. He wraps me in his arms and tells me stories of all the places he’s seen and people he’s met over the years. He builds me kingdoms and palaces from words, winding the tales around me until I feel like I’m there.

Each one of my mates offers me something different, a strength, a weakness, a chance to be better. To build and grow. And each time I’m in their arms, it feels perfect, special. It doesn’t feel the same or get old, it always feels right. And if Griffin or Nos or Dume or Aska walked in right now, I would be just as excited to see them.

I know this won’t be uneventful forever, there will be jealousy and fights, but we can handle it. We can handle anything together. In a way, being locked up down here with nothing but my thoughts to occupy me has given me a chance to really look inside myself.

With no ex to hunt, I’ve stopped for a time, taking a break, and it makes me realise just how much I’ve grown to care for all of them—even Jair, whom I just met. They all have a piece of me. It’s a dark and damaged piece, but it’s me. I know we have enemies on all sides and life will never be easy. We are going to have to fight each and every day, but when the aftermath comes in such a sexy, depraved package like my mates, can I really complain?

Besides, wasn’t that what I was doing as a human? Only back then I had no one to fight by my side, to watch my back, to care if I lived or died.

Now I have five creatures who care. Who will always be there, who will never hurt me—unless I want them to—who will never abandon me, or deem me not good enough.

It’s mating, it’s forever, and I’m beginning to see just how amazing that is. The rage I once felt melts to something softer, brighter almost, with shades of grey thrown in.

Being good isn’t the best thing a person can be, and it depends on whom you surround yourself with. If you live in the light, but you live alone, is living and loving in the dark really such a wrong thing?

I don’t think so.

We hear it then, the booted feet heading our way, and it pops our bubble of happiness. Sighing, I look up at Jair. “Time to play again. Next time I see you, we are putting the plan into place. It’s time to show them exactly what kind of monsters they have kept locked up.”

He grins with an evil look in his eyes, and I know I have the same one. Monsters recognise one another, after all. “Until then, my rising moon, make them hurt.” He kisses me soundly before helping me to my feet. Stepping back, he pretends to be chained as I wait in front of the door, hoping they won’t look too closely at him.

The door swings outward and five guards stand there sneering at me. “Well, hello again,” I purr. “I’m afraid we got a little bored and decided to have some fun, hope that’s okay?”

“Grab her, Amos wants to talk to her,” one orders.

“Oooh, Assmos? Why didn’t you say so, let’s go.” Winking back at Jair, I push through the guards, whistling as I start to saunter away, feeling them gape after me.

I hear the cell door slam shut then they soon catch up with me. One grabs my arm, but after Jair’s loving touch, I find myself hating their hands on me, so doing as Jair prompted, I rip out his throat with my nails.

Stepping over the body, I carry on walking. “Don’t touch me.”

They yell and get mad, but don’t try to guide me again. Instead, two walk behind and two stride in front as my hand steadily drips blood behind me like a Hansel and Gretel trail.

Let’s see what the great and powerful Assmos wants now. I hope he has cake this time. I’m famished after all the fucking and blood drinking. I wonder if I told him that I wouldn’t kill any more guards if he would get me some?

See? I can be a good prisoner, assface, now cake please?

I doubt it, might be worth a try though.