Chapter 7

Jacob

Jacob had recovered his senses enough to move around and explore. Occasionally an odd, stray thought would pop into his head, stopping him as he wondered where it came from. After a rather strange thought, the idea that he really hated bone-ribbing in corsets, he knew the thoughts were Sabrina’s and not his own. Good to know.

Jacob wasn’t sure what he was looking for as he went through the closet in Sabrina’s room, he was just filling time more than anything, trying to avoid the mirror. He knew the legends, he knew vampires were doomed never to see their own reflection again and he didn’t want to face it. Not that he was vain, it was the fact that even more than the ties he now had with Sabrina, or the fact that his hair had grown down to his shoulders since his “rebirth”, or even the fact that his skin was much paler than it used to be, not being able to see his own reflection would mean he really had changed and life would never be the same.

He had explored every part of her room except her dressing table, the table with the mirror. With a sigh he walked over to it, avoiding the reflective surface as he came up to the side. A round silver box sat on the table and he picked it up. There was a brownish white powder in it but Jacob didn’t know what it was. Holding it up to his nose he sniffed delicately.

Immediately a stinging sensation started in his nostrils, and he held the box away as he felt an explosive sneeze coming on. Jacob almost dropped the box as his reflexes took over and his fangs came down hard on his lips.

“What the hell?” He put the box down and stroked his lip. His fingers came away with blood. “Oh this fucking sucks! I can’t even control my fangs? Wait, fuck, I have fangs!”

Jacob probed his gums with his index finger, finding the fangs had retracted as he searched his mouth. How did he get them to come out? He couldn’t go around sniffing pepper boxes every time he needed to… feed.

Why did she have pepper in her room anyway, he wondered, as he looked down at the table again. He saw another box with salt in it, the top clear glass. Maybe she ate in her room a lot? He looked more closely at the boxes and realized they were quite old; some of the edges used to be sharp but had smoothed down over time. Perhaps it was something from her mortal life?

He put the box down and sighed. He couldn’t put it off any longer. With a deep breath he moved, eyes glued to the glass mirror on the stand, waiting, hoping. Five minutes later, after scrubbing at his eyes with his fingers, after shifting around from side to side, tilting the mirror several times, and wiping it with a towel he found, he had to admit it. He had no reflection. For all intents and purposes, he didn’t exist according to the mirror.

Jacob backed up, his knees coming into contact with the bed. With a huff he let himself fall onto it, his heart racing. Well, his heart was still beating, that was a plus. He had never understood the need for blood if the heart wasn’t beating, as so many books and movies had claimed. It would just sit there, coagulating in the throat if none of the normal bodily functions were taking place. Yet, he couldn’t see his reflection, what scientific reason could there be for that?

Even as a so called “magical”, Jacob had always looked for scientific explanations for mysteries but couldn’t think of an explanation as to why he didn’t cast a reflection. There was just no logical reason. He was working himself into a panic, he knew that, but couldn’t stop it. Find Cade, his brain screamed, but he knew that was the last fucking thing he should do. Cade would bring the entire monastery down around his ears if there wasn’t a buffer there.

Jacob stood on shaky legs, his body exhausted but his mind still reeling, and felt a cry of anger and frustration building in his throat. This just wasn’t good enough.

“I’m here, Jacob. And I’ve brought what you need most. Now settle down.” Sabrina’s voice came after the slight snick of the door opening, her voice soothing him, though he didn’t really want to feel that way towards her.

Jacob couldn’t stop his head from turning in her direction, her presence drawing him in a way he’d never experienced before.

“What do you mean…” His words trailed off as he saw a woman step out from behind Sabrina. Jacob inspected the petite blonde woman, noting her almond shaped eyes and slender frame. His eyes showed no interest until he looked back at Sabrina. His heart sped up when he saw her amused gaze, the color of her eyes somehow deeper, richer than before. Perhaps it was the sunlight, he mused as he settled back onto the bed once more.

“What’s this?” Nonchalant, almost zero real interest.

“This, for lack of a better term, is dinner. Now, let me explain a few things.” Sabrina gestured to the woman to sit beside Jacob on the bed, her skirt swishing around her feet. The woman did like to dress the part, he noted, as he inspected the red crushed silk with black lace trim. Beautiful, sexy, and elegant, Sabrina was a dream come true for some, a waking, tormenting nightmare for Jacob. Mainly because he wanted her still, despite what she had done to him.

“First, no rape. I do not expect such things from an Alexander but we vampires have learned it must be stated. Taking blood can be highly erotic, arousing the deepest of passions, but rape is simply not condoned. Most of your volunteers will not mind having sex with you if you ask, most find it a highly enjoyable experience, but you must ask. Second, do not abuse your volunteer. No bruising, no pain, unless they ask for it of course.” Sabrina stopped to wink at the blonde woman next to Jacob. The only thing he really noticed about the woman was that she exuded a rather pleasant perfume, something that caught his imagination.

“Jacob? Are you paying attention?” She waited until he’d turned back to her, her amused look increasing. It drove him mad! “Third, your instincts will guide you but I will be present the first few times you feed in case you need help. For some, this can be a difficult stage to face. The mind shrinks at the thought of drinking blood but you’re already catching that scent are you not? At first it reminds you of spring renewal, orange blossoms and sunshine. Then it will change, have you noticed yet?” She paused, coming to him as he leaned almost imperceptibly towards the blond woman.

“She smells of chocolate and wine now, of sweet cream and butterscotch.” Sabrina moved close to the bed, her eyes mesmerizing Jacob. She reached out, flicked something, and soft music with a deep bass beat started to play. When she spoke again her voice was just as soft and sensual, her words causing something in him to ache.

“Stroke her neck, Jacob. Look how long, pale and slender it is. That’s it, touch her, feel her warmth.” Sabrina came up on the other side of Jacob and all three sprawled on the bed, sideways on the extra-large mattress. Jacob reached out to touch the woman, a long powerful finger stroking her delicate ivory skin hesitantly. She wasn’t dinner, no matter what he did to her. This was a human being, even if she wasn’t as engrossing as Sabrina. He leaned into the volunteer, and to his surprise found she did smell of chocolates and wine.

Deep inside, a fire still burned, a rage he harbored against Sabrina, the woman that had changed him but might have saved the entire world. He felt no real desire for the woman but something did yearn for what she could give him. The scent did make him long for something… more.

His hands stroked the woman’s neck and wandered down her shoulder, her warmth just as inviting as the smell of the blood she offered him. He jerked slightly when he felt Sabrina touch him, her small hand cold, but not as cold as he might have expected. Jacob felt a heat begin to build just beneath his skin, a skimming of fire that went straight to one place as Sabrina’s hands glided over his back. The fire skimmed down, low and heavy in his lower regions. This almost felt like lust, he realized.

“Lick her, Jacob, while you’re stroking her arm, lick the pulse in her neck.” Sabrina whispered in his ear, so low the woman wouldn’t hear, but he saw the woman tense in anticipation, her trusting eyes darting to Jacob’s.

Why did she trust him, he wondered? He wasn’t sure he trusted himself at this point.

Slowly, with a shyness he’d never felt before, he moved his lips to the woman’s neck, tasting her with his lips. She tasted of heaven and all of the things Sabrina had described! His tongue came out then, greedily wanting more. He inhaled deeply as he tasted her, filling his head with the aroma of this rather brave woman. Or was she stupid? Jacob had no idea and didn’t care as his lust for her blood burst suddenly into life. His fangs sprang from his gums, grazing her skin, and she groaned with anticipation of pleasure.

He gathered her to him as Sabrina moved, sitting up behind him to slide her hands around to his front, finding him hard and ready in more ways than one. He felt her small hand palming his hardness as his fangs slid out further from his gums and straight into the woman’s flesh.

“Higher Jacob, just a little higher.” Sabrina’s croon told him where to go, what to do, as his needle sharp fangs slid out of the woman’s skin and moved higher. He felt Sabrina squeeze him just a little tighter as his fangs slid into a new patch of skin, unbroken and paper thin, at least to his teeth. He thrust into Sabrina’s hand again, wanting to feel her slick walls around him once more. “There, my darling, now suck.”

He did and the most beautiful liquid he had ever tasted filled his mouth, his senses, his entire being with pleasure. He was unaware of his hands roaming the volunteer’s body, or how she moaned and writhed beneath him. He was only aware of the gentle, healing pleasure of her blood as he sucked small doses of it from her slowly.

“That’s it, my darling. Slow, gentle, make her feel how much you love this, make her feel a fraction of what she is giving you.” Sabrina’s hands had slid beneath his pants, popping the buttons that held it closed, to take him out and stroke him as he fed, but now she poured a liquid into her hand, something slick and warm, before going back to him, his legs bare from kicking the pants away.

The woman, probably in her mid-twenties, continued to move beneath Jacob, her hand guiding his to her breast to stroke a nipple, then lower, to slide her short black skirt up, and he found her bare, waiting for his touch. Jacob’s first initial rush of pleasure had only grown but he became aware now that he wasn’t alone, that Sabrina was touching him most intimately, that he was thrusting into her tiny little hand, and that his own hand was buried in the wet hot folds of his blood volunteer.

Where he had felt no sexual impulse he now wanted nothing more than to have one of these women riding him, fucking him, until he exploded inside of them. But he held back, too new to make demands, no matter how badly his dick wanted to be in one of them. Especially Sabrina.

His fingers, stumbling with confusion for a moment, regained their skill as he focused on the women surrounding him, one in front, one behind, one touching him, the other being touched. He stroked his fingers through the woman’s wet, heated folds as his lips sucked at her flesh, stopping for a moment to suck at the nipple she had left exposed.

With an exploratory dip, he found her depths wet and ready for more, for him. She wanted him, and in that moment he wanted her. His eyes opened for a moment, staring at the blonde woman, before glancing down. He saw tiny, circular scars there and knew, just knew this had to be a favorite of hers.

She liked pain with her pleasure, he saw, and decided to give it to her. She could obviously play rough, but not too rough. He brushed at the pale pink bud of her nipple with his nose, circling it as his fingers circled her clitoris, drawing her to a higher plane as his teeth pierced the skin of her nipple.

She started to shake as he drew blood from her, a low guttural sound gasping from her throat as her back arched. Jacob watched her, his own body reacting to her, to the pleasure now making her blood even sweeter. As she came apart the taste of her became headier, filled him more deeply, and Sabrina began to speak again.

“Do you want to be inside of her, Jacob, filling her as she clenches around you? You can, if you but ask. You’ll have to let loose of her nipple but I can take your place there. Or I can keep stroking you, I quite like doing it, you know? You are so big, after all! I’d heard you Alexanders were well endowed but my, oh my!” Her tongue flashed out, licking the shell of his ear, and Jacob felt his own shiver, awareness of Sabrina now making him harder, more aroused, if that were possible.

Jacob wasn’t sure how it was possible but he felt it, he felt her hand around his dick, he felt it as she stroked him, felt how impossibly fucking hard he was, and knew that if he fucked either of them it would have to be Sabrina because only she could handle what he had to give. The delicate creature in front of him would break if he tried to fuck her the way he wanted to fuck the demoness behind him.

But yes, he did want to be inside of her, the small blond with the cute tits, her bare pussy tight and wet in his hand. He slid two of his fingers into her as she breathed a sigh of relief, her sigh turning to surprise, and then excitement. Vampires could fuck all night, after all. Would he fuck her, he wondered. He wanted to watch her get off once more, see how much she could take, before he fucked her.

His lips sucked at her nipple harder, his eyes scanning her body to see that the green-eyed doll Sabrina had brought him apparently liked to play rough. Thin scars covered her abdomen and Jacob caught glimpses of her memories as he fed from her now, staring at the scars. The woman enjoyed games much darker than he’d ever be willing to play, but he knew he could give her some of what she needed, he just couldn’t abuse a woman in such ways, even if she did ask for it.

He was all for pleasure, a good time, pushing boundaries, but fucking that left scars like that, scars that weren’t from scratches of intense pleasure, nope, those games weren’t for him. But, he liked Sabrina’s words, the dirty way she spoke to him, the way she was still stroking him, making this a mind-blowing experience rather than the dreaded one she’d described. He’d not been looking forward to this part but now, well now he almost couldn’t wait for the next time and he wasn’t even done with this time yet.

A sound at the door made the trio shift as Adrian came in. The other vampire looked at the trio and began to undress.

“Are you done with her, Jacob? Collette is a most tasty morsel and I haven’t seen her in a while, if you don’t mind?” The handsome man gestured to the chaise lounge and the woman, Collette, went to him, jumping up to wrap her legs around Adrian’s waist. Adrian had spoken in a precise manner, a controlled way that Jacob hadn’t heard from him before. Apparently Adrian was a chameleon, changing with the environment.

“No, I don’t mind at all.” Jacob fell back to the bed, his fangs tucked away but his dick still hard in Sabrina’s hand. He turned to her, her blue eyes still amused but aware, her nostrils flared with desire, and he thrust into her hand once more as he wrapped his own hand around hers. “I would prefer fucking Sabrina anyway. She seems to like my dick well enough.”

He dared her, challenged her, but he wasn’t sure why. Something about her drove him to a kind of madness, a place where he acted out of character and did things he wouldn’t normally do. Like fucking the woman that had destroyed him, the woman who’d given him everything. His black eyes, shiny in the darkened room, stalked her as she moved towards him, her hand coming out to stroke the hair that had grown down to his shoulders sometime during his ordeal.

“You hate me now, Jacob, I understand, it’s only reasonable. I didn’t ask you after all, I just took you. But I didn’t do it for selfish reasons, or to hurt you personally. Please forgive the unforgivable.” Her eyes, so blue, pleaded with him and Jacob felt the rage inside dim a bit more, the flame of his hatred waning just a bit.

“I can only do what I can, Sabrina, no more.” His words were strangled, forced out of a throat gone tight with emotion. He wasn’t used to feeling this much, to wanting and hating someone so intensely at the same time. His conflicting emotions were wearing him out and finally, he decided to do what he always did, do what was necessary for the good of his family, for his brothers, but also for himself.

Because if he didn’t soon get his dick in her he’d be over there throwing Adrian off of Collette to fuck her instead. Somehow, Jacob knew the other woman wouldn’t satisfy him, not the way Sabrina could. With a sigh of resignation, Jacob fell back against the bed once more, his pants disappearing as he pushed them away. He wanted her, there was no denying that, and now, after the ordeal of a lifetime, he was going to have her. He had no plans of forming a bond with her, of falling in love, or being her consort, he was an Alexander, but for tonight he was going to fuck her, and let her think as she pleased. Fuck what was right and wrong, he decided, at least as far as his own feelings went, he’d fuck her and keep her happy, and see where this took him. It might save his brothers, after all.

Jacob could hear Collette and Adrian across the room and looked over to the see the tiny vampire groupie, no taller than five feet, was astride Adrian, her back arched as she found a pace she liked. Jacob looked back over at Sabrina and raised an eyebrow.

“Sometimes it’s fun to not be alone, you know? Adrian and I have been together for a long time now, it’s not so shocking for us. You’ve been through an experience that’s shattered many before you. We can find privacy if you’d like but I have a feeling you may need her again before the night is over. We don’t take much at a time, but in our new stages we must feed frequently. Collette will be fine if you don’t get too greedy. Besides, I love hearing her as she comes, it makes me feel so, hmmm, delicious.”

“She is rather lovely, but she is not as beautiful as you.” Jacob ventured a compliment, one he meant, and saw it pleased her.

“I suppose I am, but it’s how you use it, is it not? If you use it for your own gain you never really get far, but when you use it to please others…” Her words trailed off as she moved over Jacob, settling between his legs as she came up to kiss him. Her captivating eyes held him spellbound as her black eyebrows arched, their softness too enticing not to touch.

“How can even your eyebrows be beautiful?” He wondered aloud as he stroked the silky hair, their arch just right to make her appeal intense.

“Good genes, lots of practice? The vampire blood? Very few of us are unappealing but I think that’s because we only make those we desire.” Her words, spoken into his ear, let Jacob know her choice had not been made solely for practicalities’ sake. She had desired him.

“You Alexanders are a gorgeous lot, but you, Jacob, always in the shadows when you should be in the light. You tempted me.” Her fingers trailed down his face, over his lips, down to the flat plane of his stomach. She flattened her hand out there, pushing her fingers down to his hardness, to grasp him in her small palm.

Jacob stood over six feet tall, most people were tiny to him, and Sabrina, born in an age when nutrition wasn’t mapped out by the government, was still lucky enough to be taller than average. She must have seemed a veritable giant in her time, but coming from a wealthy family her diet would have been better. At over five-and-a-half-feet tall she was average for the women of today but still shorter, smaller, far more delicate looking than him.

“Kiss me, Sabrina.” He’d never asked a woman to do that before but there was a streak of the romantic in Sabrina, something about her that made him want to return it.

Her lips pressed into his, her blue eyes closing as her face neared his, and he inhaled her taste, sweet juicy peaches. He loved it.

She opened to him with a moan, her tongue coming out to tempt his to play. He followed her lead, twisting his own tongue with hers as her hand began to stroke his cock, softly, with ease, until he moaned into her mouth, his head falling back as pleasure took him once more. He wanted to bury himself in her, to watch her as she rode him, her breasts swaying with her motions. Opening his eyes, he saw Collette and Adrian had moved. Collette was on her hands and knees facing Sabrina, her full breasts bouncing as Adrian slid into her.

“Are you sure you don’t want her, Jacob? I can call her back.” Sabrina brought his face back to her and he shook his head.

“No, just you. All I need is you.” He wouldn’t have admitted it but his brain and voice went to work without his consent.

“Then you shall have me.” She shifted, straddling his hips with a swiftness he had never seen in a human woman, and her thighs embraced his hips.

Jacob stopped breathing altogether for a moment as he waited, watching the woman who could have filled his dreams lower herself to his cock. He wanted to see it all, his cock disappearing inside of her, the way her face changed as she felt him opening her slit, the way she arched her back as she grew used to his size, a size most women found daunting. His eyes moved from place to place, his body reacting to her, to her touch. When she slid down onto him, his skin tightened, delighting in the wet way she enclosed him in her heat.

When he slid into her slowly but easily, without a struggle, he knew he had a woman that could handle what he had to offer, and thrust up into her, making her back arch even more. Jacob felt his balls pull up close to his body and told himself to relax, to let her have her way with him. He wanted nothing more than to flip her over and pound her until he lost himself in her but he held himself back.

Each thrust became harder to control as she slid up and down his length, her hands clenching at his thighs behind her. Her face was a mask of concentration as she found just the right rhythm with his thrusts, and began a pace no human could keep up with.

Collette must have been watching them or she was getting off again because Jacob heard her cries join Sabrina’s. Sabrina looked down at Jacob and smiled.

“She is so hot for it, always is. Maybe later we will play with her again.”

“Bit of a bad girl, are you?” Jacob asked with cool amusement.

“Not really, I’ve just lived too long not to explore the pleasures life has to offer. She is one of them, as are you.” With that she flipped them, the instant change shocking Jacob for a moment.

“You’ll have to teach me that later,” he said, pulling up her left leg to flex into her, his dick pounding into her, stretching her until she was gasping his name, her control gone. Jacob felt a deep satisfaction when her walls clamped down around him and she began to keen out his name.

With a sensual serpentine motion, he stroked into Sabrina, his body aching for release but wanting her to finish. He wanted her pleasure, he needed it because it fed his own, and made him even fucking harder.

Jacob felt her teeth biting into his shoulder as he plunged into her, and realized he’d pulled them up so that she now sat in his lap, his dick deep inside her as she continued to explode around him. He felt the moment of pain and enjoyed it, letting her take his newly replenished blood. As she drew on his skin he felt his control slip until he was plunging into something unlike anything he’d felt in his life.

His balls shot out their cream, filling her, but it went on much longer than normal. It was harder, more powerful, almost painful, but the good kind of pain. As he gave her his load he felt his brain go to a new place, a place where nothing existed but exquisite pleasure and the peach scent of Sabrina. He lost himself in that place for what felt like hours, until reality intruded once more, taking the peace away.

She was slumped in his arms, her arms around his waist, her long hair tangled between them. He gulped in air, trying to settle his frantically beating heart. Where had she sent him to? What had she done to him? He knew the part about being a vampire but something had shifted inside his soul and suddenly she was bound to him in a way far different than before.

He pulled back a little to look down at her, and saw her looking up at him with wide eyes. Her ruby lips were parted in a slight “O” and he knew she’d felt something different as well. He felt something spasm through him again and her eyes went even wider.

“Your eyes just went wider.” Her words were quiet, softly spoken and awestruck.

“Did they go red?” They did that sometimes when he shifted and came back to his human form.

“Kind of. More orange than red. Is that your shifter side?” She sounded puzzled.

“Yep, you might have just done more than you think, Sabrina. You might have just created two shifter-vampire hybrids, not just one.” He didn’t tell her the part about the soul-mating. He had to keep that to himself for now, until he was sure. Until he knew it wouldn’t be used against him.

He brought Sabrina down on the bed, the other pair quiet now as well, and pulled the covers over them. Forced into being a vampire and soul-mated in the same damned week. What the fuck else was this week going to bring him?

Tired, confused and wanting nothing more than for the world to make sense again, Jacob closed his eyes, dreading seeing his brother later. Cade was definitely going to lose his shit.