Chapter 12 alastor 🌶️🌶️🌶️

It had been months since Lexie and her family arrived in our Glenndehl, a place even when night the sky was bright with stars and flowers shines under moonlight. The air hummed with anticipation tonight—the night of the Blood Ball, our most sacred and decadent celebration. Crimson banners fluttered from ancient spires, and the scent of aged wine mingled with the metallic tang of fresh blood from the fountains that would flow freely. I stood in the grand hall of our castle, adjusting the deep red tie that matched the intensity of my desires, my eyes scanning the arriving guests. As the lord of this domain, I felt the weight of tradition, but my thoughts were consumed by her—Lexie, my mate, the one whose blood sang to mine like a siren's call. The heavy oak doors creaked open, and in swept Destiny, my sister, a vision of shadowed elegance. Her black-to-red ombre dress clung to her lithe form, strapless to reveal the smooth expanse of her shoulders and the swell of her breasts. The fabric transitioned seamlessly from midnight black at the bodice to a fiery red at the hem, hugging her curves like a lover's grasp. Matching gloves extended up her arms, sheer enough to hint at the pale skin beneath, ending in delicate lace that whispered against her elbows. She moved with predatory grace, her dark hair cascading in waves down her back, lips painted a bold scarlet that promised mischief. 'You look stunning,' I murmured, my voice low as I approached her, the compliment laced with genuine admiration. Destiny's presence always commanded attention, but tonight, she was a flame in the gathering dusk. 'Thanks,' she replied with a sly smile, her eyes gleaming like polished onyx. 'Angel is coming tonight he'll be wearing a deep red suit' I chuckled, offering her my arm. 'Always. Shall we?' Together, we strolled toward the ballroom, the corridor alive with flickering torchlight that cast elongated shadows on the stone walls. As we entered, the grandeur unfolded: the ceiling arched high, painted with swirling black stars against a velvet void, interspersed with golden moons that seemed to pulse with ethereal light. In the center, a massive fountain bubbled with deep red liquid—blood, enchanted to flow endlessly, its surface shimmering like liquid rubies. Guests milled about in finery of black, gold, and crimson, their laughter a symphony of restrained hunger. 'I'm glad you found your mate,' I said to Destiny as we paused near the fountain, the spray misting our skin with a faint, warm wetness. 'After all these centuries, it's about time you let someone in.' She squeezed my arm, her gloved fingers firm. 'Same to you, brother. Speaking of which, I think Vincent is going to walk her down the stairs. Lexie's debut will be unforgettable.' My pulse quickened at the mention of Lexie's name. Vincent, her steadfast guardian and a trusted ally in our world, had taken her under his wing since her arrival. The thought of him escorting her stirred a possessive heat in my veins, but I trusted him—mostly. The ball drew nearer, the orchestra tuning strings that vibrated with dark promise. I busied myself greeting guests: a cluster of vampires from the eastern clans, their eyes hungry for alliances; a pair of witches in gossamer gowns that barely concealed their forms. I nodded politely, exchanging pleasantries about the harvest moons and blood tithes, all while my senses strained for her scent—that intoxicating blend of wildflowers and warm skin that marked her as mine. Snatching a goblet of mulled wine from a passing tray—rich, spiced, with a undercurrent of vitae—I sipped deeply, the liquid warming my throat. Conversation flowed around me: whispers of old rivalries, flirtations veiled in silk. Then, movement at the grand staircase caught my eye. There she was. Lexie descended, her arm linked with Vincent's, and the room seemed to hold its breath. She wore a blood-red gown that was a masterpiece of temptation. The sweetheart bodice plunged daringly, the off-the-shoulder sleeves framing her collarbones and exposing the graceful curve of her neck—prime for marking, for claiming. A deep V-slit at the center of the top teased the valley between her full breasts, the fabric shimmering like fresh-spilled blood under the chandelier light. The skirt cinched at her waist, accentuating the flare of her hips, before fanning out in luxurious layers to brush the floor. But the true allure was the high slit that climbed to her hip, revealing flashes of her toned thigh with every step, promising easy access to the heat beneath. Her hair was piled in loose curls, a few tendrils escaping to caress her flushed cheeks, and her lips were stained a matching red, parted slightly as if in invitation. Vincent, resplendent in his deep red suit tailored to perfection—jacket hugging his broad shoulders, trousers crisp—guided her with a proud smile. But my focus was solely on her. I set down my goblet and crossed the floor, the crowd parting instinctively. 'You look stunning,' I breathed, reaching her side. My hand brushed her arm, sending a jolt through us both, our mate bond igniting like dry tinder. She turned those emerald eyes on me, sparkling with mischief and desire. 'Thank you,' she whispered, her voice a velvet caress. I leaned in, pressing my lips to her cheek in a kiss that lingered, my breath hot against her skin. The scent of her arousal, faint but growing, made my fangs ache. Vincent inclined his head respectfully before stepping back, melting into the throng. The music swelled—a haunting waltz with strings that evoked midnight hunts. I extended my hand. 'Dance with me?' Lexie placed her palm in mine, her touch electric. We glided onto the floor, bodies close, my hand firm on the small of her back, fingers splaying to feel the heat radiating through her dress. Her curves molded against me as we moved, her breast brushing my chest with each turn, her thigh slipping through the slit to graze my leg. I could feel her heartbeat quicken, syncing with mine, the bond pulling us tighter. 'You're exquisite,' I murmured into her ear, my lips grazing the shell. 'Every eye is on you, but you're mine to touch.' She shivered, her free hand trailing up my arm. 'Prove it later,' she teased, her breath hitching as I spun her, drawing her back flush against me. The dance floor buzzed with other pairs: Destiny whirling with a handsome lord, her dress flaring to reveal glimpses of thigh; guests lost in the rhythm, some stealing kisses in shadowed corners. But soon, others approached Lexie for dances—a mark of her rising status. First, a silver-haired elder who moved with stiff formality, then a young shifter whose paws nearly tripped over his feet. I watched from the edge, goblet in hand, a low growl building in my chest as she laughed with Vincent during their turn. He twirled her effortlessly, his hand respectful on her waist, whispering something that made her throw back her head in mirth. The sound—bright, uninhibited—stirred jealousy like venom in my blood. Her dress swirled, the slit parting to show the curve of her ass, and Vincent's eyes lingered a fraction too long. 'Jealousy doesn't look good on you, brother,' Destiny purred, sidling up beside me, her gloved hand on my shoulder. I shot her a glare, but she only laughed. 'She's yours. Let the night play out.' Hours blurred in a haze of music, blood-laced toasts, and stolen glances. The fountain's flow intensified, guests dipping crystal flutes into its depths, the air thick with euphoria. Lexie returned to me repeatedly, her cheeks flushed, body humming with the night's energy. Each time, our touches grew bolder: my thumb tracing her lower lip, her nails digging lightly into my neck. As the golden moons on the ceiling began to fade, signaling the ball's end, I took her hand. 'Come with me.' We slipped away through winding corridors, the castle's stones cool against the heat building between us. Our chambers awaited—a lavish suite with a four-poster bed draped in black silk, candles flickering to life as we entered. The door clicked shut, and I could wait no longer. I pushed her against the wall, the impact gentle but firm, her back arching as I caged her with my body. 'You're mine,' I hissed, my voice rough with need, fangs grazing her earlobe. She smiled up at me, eyes dark with lust, her hands fisting my jacket. 'Then show me, vampire.' Her words ignited me. I crashed my mouth to hers, the kiss fierce and devouring, tongues tangling in a battle of dominance. She tasted of wine and sweetness, her moans vibrating against my lips. My hands roamed, one sliding up her thigh through the dress's slit, fingers brushing the lace of her panties, already damp with her arousal. She gasped into my mouth, hips bucking instinctively. 'Fuck, Lexie,' I growled, breaking the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, nipping at the pulse point where her blood thrummed. I wanted to bite, to claim, but not yet—not until she begged. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I lifted her effortlessly, her dress hiking up to expose her thighs. Her heels dug into my back, urging me closer. With deft fingers, she yanked at my tie, tossing it aside, then worked the buttons of my shirt, nails scraping my chest. I carried her to the bed, lowering her onto the silk sheets, but she pulled me down with her, straddling my hips. 'I've been wet for you all night,' she confessed, grinding against the hard bulge of my cock straining my trousers. 'Watching you command the room... it makes me ache.' Her words fueled the fire. I flipped us, pinning her beneath me, my hands shoving the bodice of her dress down. Her breasts spilled free, nipples hard and begging. I latched onto one, sucking hard, tongue flicking the peak while my hand kneaded the other. She arched, crying out, fingers threading through my hair to hold me there. 'Yes... more,' she panted, her body writhing. I obliged, teeth grazing her sensitive flesh without breaking skin, then soothing with licks. My free hand delved lower, pushing aside her panties to find her pussy slick and swollen. Two fingers slid inside her easily, curling to hit that spot that made her clench around me. 'God, you're so tight,' I murmured against her skin, pumping slowly, thumb circling her clit. Her juices coated my hand, the scent driving me wild. Lexie bucked, chasing the friction. 'Don't stop... I need your cock.' I withdrew my fingers, licking them clean while she watched, eyes hooded. Undressing swiftly, I shed my suit, cock springing free—thick, veined, throbbing for her. She reached for it, stroking firmly, her grip perfect. 'Now,' she demanded, guiding me to her entrance. I thrust in deep, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion. She was molten heat, walls fluttering around me. We both groaned, the mate bond amplifying every sensation—her pleasure echoing in my veins. I set a rhythm, hard and relentless, hips snapping as I fucked her into the mattress. Her legs locked around me, heels pressing my ass to drive me deeper. The bed creaked, silk whispering beneath us. 'Harder,' she moaned, nails raking my back, drawing thin lines of blood that healed instantly. I pounded into her, one hand bracing beside her head, the other pinching her nipple. Sweat slicked our skin, the room filling with the wet sounds of our joining, her gasps, my grunts. 'Come for me, mate,' I commanded, angling to grind against her clit with each thrust. She shattered, pussy spasming, milking my cock as she screamed my name. The sight—her head thrown back, breasts bouncing, face contorted in ecstasy her horns was showing—pushed me over. I followed, roaring as I came, flooding her with hot spurts of cum. We collapsed, tangled and spent, but the night was young. After catching our breath, I kissed her softly. 'Again?' She grinned, pulling me close. 'Always.' The hours stretched, our bodies exploring every inch. I took her from behind, hands gripping her hips as I slammed into her ass—wait, no, her pussy first, then teasing her rear with lubed fingers while she begged for more. She rode me next, dress discarded, her tits in my face as she bounced, grinding until we both peaked again. By dawn, as the first light filtered through heavy curtains, we lay entwined, marked and sated. The Blood Ball had sealed our bond deeper, but this—this was our true ritual. (Word count: 1987)