Episode 3

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.....Jake....

The spasmodic thudding in my chest might have felt natural to anyone else, but me. It's my heartbeat of course, except my heart does not beat, at least not for a long time now. Not until I found her... Louisa, my soul mate. I never thought we'd meet in such circumstances, heck I never thought we'd even meet. I'd lived over 250 vampire years. My fellows had all bonded to their mates, I was still alone.. well except for the occasional messing around with different women which I had resorted to in an eccentric bid to live out my vampire years. Up until now that is, cause I had found the one I'd protect with my life.

I should have killed them all when they attacked her. It would have been easy to chase them down, rip out their throats, and see their end as punishment for what they planned to do to her, but that would have meant exposing what I am. It would have meant risking everything. It would have to be enough that I killed the hunter. Smashed the back of his skull against the building when I shoved him off of Louis. None would be the wiser though. I've gotten good at hiding the bodies over the years, and it wasn't hard to disguise his death as an accident.

Rage reels in my chest as I recollect the incident, the memory still fresh. The anguish in her voice, the terror in her face, I could scent the fear and dread in her blood. My fangs extend as the thought comes swooshing in, the tang of her blood obfuscating my reasoning, promising intense pleasure if I were to give in to the instincts to sink my fangs into her and claim her.

I put my thoughts away, but the lug of her blood is too strong. I came just close to having her, when I leaned in close to her neck and sniffed her, inhaling her scent.

My fangs bare again and my stomach roils in lust and craving. I wonder what would have resulted if I gave in to the urge to take her, my fangs leaving it's bond mark on her

"Where have you been?" My host's voice grates on my nerves. I'm in his home, kept safe from the sun in his light proofed rooms, but right now, I feel like he's caught me doing something I shouldn't. He's sharpening and cleaning a set of hunting knives at the dining room table, the only thing he uses it for. We don't need to sit and share meals. The knives gleam across the expanse of wood, and the scent of oil fills the room.

"You may be older by a century, but you are not my warden, Nolan." I settle across from him and grab a rag, dipping it into the small container of oil he's got nestled between us Then I select a knife and begin cleaning.

"But your clan expects you to return safely, and if you're staying with me on your little vacation—"

" You're not my Summoner either."

"I never said I was, but I don't want war between our regions, and if something happens to you, they'll blame me."

"I found the hunter. Killed him."

It was totally gratifying having to kill that son of a bitch

His dark green eyes locked on mine. "So you'll be leaving, then?"

I shake my head. "I can't leave yet."

His eyes widen. "What? Why?"

"I think I found my mate."

He puts down his knife and pouts his face. "You're serious."

I nod. "She was being assaulted by three humans. The one I killed was the hunter I came here to find." I drag a hand through my hair and try to hide the sound of my beating heart, and perspiring palms. Could it be the preeminent sign I've found the one... my mate. "But I can't leave.. for now. I have to find the other two and keep her safe." I don't say what I'm really thinking. That I need to make her mine. Permanently.

Nolan let out a heavy sigh, apparently mulling over the matter "Be cautious Jake, you know it's been a long time since you were human"

I nod "I know, I held back the impulse to take her, though I don't know how long I can keep off"

The urge seemed to be gnawing at me, every little chance it got.

"Well keep off as long as you have to, until you're sure... and she's ready" Nolan says getting into the black leather trenchcoat hung beside the kitchen rack.

He answers me before I'm even prompted to ask ' I'm being summoned by His Majesty, these godforsaken hunters are on the rampage, it's gut time they got curbed... I'll be back soon, "

He pockets his keys and my lungs constrict slightly at the thought of those nitwits at large, hunting down our kind.

And also It's been long known that His Majesty has been searching for a way to unite all the clans but he's a twisted man who gets off on dictating his people. "Keep your guard up, Nolan. Morris Blackthorne is not a man to be crossed."

He smirks. "I assure you, I'll be fine."

Offering a slight nod, I watch him leave, his warning still fresh in my mind. In many ways, Nolan is like a brother to me, but there are things I don't know about him. Things he never speaks of.

Nolan's house is reminiscent of a typical restructured vampire home, with floor to ceiling windows made completely opaque with the press of a remote controlled button, shutting out all light. I trust Nolan wouldn't spare a dime making sure his safety and nocturnal essence was ensured.

Commendable enough, this was some degree modification to my high end strung windows in Norway and I kinda preferred my place rusty and creaky, menacing to unwelcome strangers.. but this was a haven, aesthetically mesmerizing.

I'm thankful for the quiet even if the time alone makes me long for Louisa. She's my mate, the other half of my missing soul, the one who'll ease the emptiness all made vampires feel after becoming immortals. Her soft, honeydew voice still rings in my ears, her question of if she'd see me again sending desire through me. The next time she sees me, I'm going to do more than kiss her cheek. I'll make her sigh and moan my name, bring her pleasure so overwhelming she will never want another. I'll make her mine. As it should be.

My cock is a steel length pressing against my trousers, the brush of the fabric over sensitive skin almost unbearable. Fuck, I need release. I make my way to the room I'm using and tear off my clothes on my way into the connected bathroom. Walking into the large shower, I switch on the water, not waiting for it to heat, hoping the cold spray will tame my erection. I want to save my orgasm for my mate.

"Louisa, " I grunt as the cold rivulets run down my body, the chill doing nothing to ease my lust. "Fuck."

My cock juts out, painfully hard and desperate for my mate's willing body. Closing my eyes, I picture her, those full lips, plump and inviting, just begging for a kiss. I take hold of my length and give in to the need racing through me. Balls tight and heavy, I rut into my palm and groan, imagining my grip is her sweet cunt. On the verge of pleasure, I stop, pressing my hands to the shower wall and forcing myself to retain control. I will not be weak. Louisa will be the only one who wrings my orgasm from me, just as I will do the same for her.

Then I'll mark her, take her blood, share mine in turn, and our bond will be complete. Forever.