Callum of Drakkar Coven (Part 3)
Laramie survives his first encounter with Callum. And Sarah wants details, but Laramie doesn't want to scare her ... or let on how much he liked it.
In the last installment of Callum of Drakkar Coven.
“Approach,” demanded Callum from somewhere near the back of the chamber. He directed his attention to a candle on his bedside table and coaxed its light into existence. It was one of the few tricks he could perform, but he enjoyed its dramatic effect. He watched intently as Laramie crept across the floor toward him.
“What are you called?” Callum asked as he leaned forward, intrigued by the stance and scent of the human before him.
“Laramie, son of Kazurum.”
Callum hissed, exposing his fangs, then laughed throatily, motioning for Laramie to climb up onto the foot of his bed.
“Well, Laramie, son of Kazurum,” he said. “I apologize for the state of my chamber.” He reached forward, discarding the remnants of the woman’s body onto the floor, then peeled away the blood-soaked sheets from the edge of his bed, directing Laramie to take up a place there.
“My last guest seemed disposed to struggling,” he added.
“Perhaps if you’d been more hospitable.”
Laramie ducked his eyes, not fully believing what he’d just said. His father was always telling him that one day, his quick tongue would land him in trouble, but he somehow doubted this was what he’d meant. He braced himself for the worst.
Callum rose up onto all fours, intending to kill the human for his foolish impertinence, but decided against it as his curiosity got the better of him.
He crawled forward, dipping low with his jaw hanging slack, and breathed deeply to take in the full aroma of the intriguing, male human before him.
He made a reverberating humpf sound, deep and ominous, as he continued his assessment, giving Laramie the distinct impression he was being sized up for consumption by a wild beast—and he’d never been more terrified.
The sickening metallic smell of blood being moistly exhaled into Laramie’s face and onto his skin, and the stench of putrefying flesh wafting up from the bodies that were scattered throughout the chamber, was forcing Laramie to exert every ounce of courage he had.
“Perhaps.” Callum shifted in closer and licked a wide swath along Laramie’s jawline to taste his skin. Shivers cascaded up his spine when the human held firm and didn’t flinch.
“You’re an unusual human,” he said, then grabbed Laramie by the throat, threw him down onto the bed, and hovered over him, enjoying the brief glimpse of panic that had crossed Laramie’s face.
“Whatever am I going to do with you?” he asked, pondering the possibilities of what this human could offer him.
“I can think of a few things.” Laramie shifted his body and sighed softly in mock desire as he pulled up the edge of his skirt.
“Jonathan has taught you well.” Callum sneered, then instantly appeared within a hair’s breadth of Laramie’s face, the heavy, acrid smell of fresh blood lingering on his breath. He studied the shifting patterns of strength in the human’s eyes, then swept down Laramie’s body, wrenching the skirt aside so he could lap Laramie’s soft, warm cock into his mouth.
Callum fondled it with his tongue as gently as possible, hoping to coax a positive reaction. He groaned with exhilaration as the human’s member began to harden rapidly at his touch, sending him reeling with excitement as his own desire surged.
There had been very few human males over the years who had been aroused by his advances; most had been too terrified to elicit any type of suitable response, but there was something different about this one.
Laramie dropped his head back against the blood-stained pillow as an overwhelming surge of desire rolled through him, Callum’s fangs rubbing the length of his cock, stirring up intense reactions. He pushed up onto his elbows to watch, finding it incredibly arousing to see his cock being pulled into the mouth of this deadly, but majestic vampire.
He deliberately caught Callum’s eye, wanting to show him he was not afraid.
Callum stopped what he was doing when the human deliberately attracted his attention. He peeled his lips back to display his fangs and hissed, warning the human to behave.
Laramie grinned, sensing he was in no immediate danger, and fell back onto the pillow. Within moments of doing so, he was thrusting his hips up, a new wave of experience driving him forward as Callum wrapped his thick, calloused hand around his cock, pumping it gently as he sucked and licked at the head. Laramie had never imagined anything like this. His father had told him of it, of course, but he’d also told Laramie not to expect Sarah to perform such an act for him, as it was unlikely she’d comply, so Laramie had erased the possibility from his thoughts.
“Urhm.” A throaty groan escaped Laramie’s lips, encouraging Callum to tease him further, tonguing and tasting the profuse stream of pre-cum leaking from Laramie’s full, pulsing head in alternation with sucking and licking his shaft.
Laramie’s body bucked with dizzying ferocity as Callum fondled his balls. His body tensed, drawing close. Callum shifted his position, taking Laramie’s cock deep into his throat as he sucked with increased urgency. The combined sensation was too much.
Grasping a fistful of Callum’s flowing black hair, Laramie hauled on it with outright aggression as he felt himself cresting and releasing in a tremendous rush of unbridled fulfillment.
He tipped his head back, exhilarated as he savored the sensation of Callum swallowing every last pulse of his seed. He was still soaking in the euphoria of his very first sexual encounter when Callum bit down hard on his inner thigh.
The room grew lighter as the candles scattered about the room sprang to life, leaving Laramie to gather himself up. Intense pain radiated from the gaping wounds in his thigh.
Laramie rolled sideways, trying to reposition his body to relieve the discomfort somewhat, but stopped short, not wanting to disturb his lordship, who appeared to be sleeping.
He twisted his body to peer over his shoulder when he heard the door to the chamber open, and was more than pleased to see it was Jonathan come to fetch him.
Althea, the healer, examined the succession of wounds on Laramie’s thigh. They were deep, and the blood draw had been prolonged, but she felt sure that given time, he would heal with no ill effects, and given the nature of his encounter, he was lucky to be alive.
“You’ll live,” she said to Laramie. “This time. Of course, the possibility of infection is always there.” She packed up her bag and patted Laramie on the shoulder. “You’re lucky he spared you. I haven’t seen a wound like that on a live body for a while.”
“Have you an extra healing poultice for him?” asked Jonathan, searching through the variety of medicinal ingredients in his own pack. “I’m running short on a few things.”
“Everything you need is in here.” Althea set a large assortment of herbs down on the end of the mattress, then dusted her hands off in finality. “He’s all yours from here on in.”
“But what if he needs additional attention?” asked Jonathan, concerned by the healer’s lack of compassion regarding Laramie’s well-being. He had rarely seen her acting so callously.
Althea patted Jonathan’s cheek with sincere affection.
“The fact he’s still alive means Lord Callum hasn’t finished playing with him yet.” She pulled Jonathan closer to whisper in his ear. “Lord Callum plans on draining this boy dry over a long period. I’ve seen this type of behavior from him before, and believe me, it is best not to interfere too much. It would be kinder to let the boy die of infection.”
Laramie closed his eyes, cursing his innate ability to overhear what few others were capable of deciphering. He’d planned to discuss escape options with Timothy and Daniel, but after his ordeal, he was finding it difficult to concentrate. He’d lost more blood than he had initially assumed. It hadn’t felt like a lot at the time.
He exhaled a tired breath and collapsed onto his mattress. As the exhaustion from the day took over, Laramie let his mind wander back to the afternoon in the wildflower meadow, remembering the sparkle in Sarah’s eyes as she discussed their wedding plans and the attributes of their future children together.
He was about to take her hand to lead her back to the village when he was unexpectedly roused awake by Timothy telling him it was time to head into the tub and begin a new day, or night, as the case may be.
By the time Laramie and the rest of the harem arrived in the throne room, there were already a fair number of people occupying the space, including the established harem Jonathan had been telling them about.
But that’s not who caught Laramie’s attention.