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Denying Fate (Anjeru and Raziel)

She slightly jolted when he readjusted her, actually blushing slightly when he moved behind her and pulled her back against his chest. She swallowed thickly. She could hear the chuckle in his voice, his amusement at her indecision. A soft frown creased her lips, but then tiny fangs bit into her lower lip as his hands slowly trailed up and down her arms, from her shoulders to the bare flesh of her hands and back up again. She had to fight the shiver that came whenever the pads of his fingers touched the flesh of her hands, her fingers twitching, as if they meant to touch his own. The hell is wrong with you, she reprimanded herself. "I...I don't know why I reluctant to leave...but you're right to say that you don't know any more than I do." She bit her lip again. "I-I don't long for anything. I have never lacked for anything. Fighting the vampires was my forte, my passion. Without that...I am at a loss. Perhaps that is why I find myself so reluctant to get on board with these damned treaties. Just because some of us are brides to vampires, didn't strike me as a valid reason to start treaties." She tried to distance herself, not leaning back into his chest though she found that she lacked serious will power to extract herself from the bed and leave his room to find solace in her own large, but cold, empty bed. Funny, it had never seemed so cold and empty until now.
 
“One can have everything given to them, but still feel as if they are lacking something. Sometimes they don’t even notice that it is missing until they see it. Or feel it.” Another soft chuckle escaped his lips as she shifted slightly, not pressing directly into his chest, and his hands changed at the same time, stroking further up to tease her neck, then down and around to lightly stroke against her wrists and tease her palms with a light stroke before heading back up. “Peace is always a noble cause. But even if you don’t want peace for Vampires, think of your sisters that have found what they have looked for; imagine their grief in the future if their mate was killed. Would you wish that upon your family? Is peace such a revulsive thing that you would fight it to your last breath?” He leaned forward lightly, pressing against her back, his check gently running against her neck. “I think you’re afraid of something.”
 
Each brief caress of any part of her bare flesh was making it hard to think. Valkyries were always said to be sensitive creatures. It slightly irritated her, as much as scared her, that a vampire was making her feel this way. She wasn't afraid of anything, Zalera had no idea what he was talking about. "No...No, I wouldn't want that for any of my sisters, vampire mates or not. We love just as profoundly as you vampires are said to, the way my sisters brought their bodies and lives back to life. Sebastian didn't even want to become a vampire...peace was originally his idea." She sighed softly. Then bit back a soft noise as he leaned forward, his chest to her back as he rubbed his cheek against her neck where the hair had been pulled from when she had been nervously playing with it. "What would I be afraid of?" Her hands grasped at her legs, holding tight, as she tried to keep her heart beat steady, knowing his senses could pick up the slightest change in its rhythm.
 
“Then honor what your sisters would want. Honor Sebasian’s wishes of peace. Enjoy your time and calm down around the race. Things will be ok. You know this on the inside.” As her hands moved away, his own moved a little more, stroking her sides as his cheek nuzzled against her neck. He could feel her heartbeat, could feel how her emotions were changing, and rapidly at that. Her mind was clouded, but it was something he could read. “What would you be afraid of?” He asked, half to her, half to himself. “Oh, I believe you breaking every tenet of hatred you had to the Vampires, all in one night. I think you are afraid of that. Right now, at least. I’m sure, in the near future, that would be but a silly memory, and you will be all for peace…” His head turned, soft lips kissing along her neck, along her pulse, feeling how it jumped at his every touch.
 
"I don't normally do this," she gasped out, his lips on her neck making her shiver. Suddenly, she scrambled away from him, tumbling off the bed in her haste to fall onto her supple, heart shaped bottom. Her breath was erratic, her chest rising and falling with the rapid rate. Her heart was pounding, blood pulsing in her pointed ears. Her green eyes, wide and framed with long, auburn lashes, stared up at him from where she'd fallen on the floor. "This...I..." Odin's Wrath! Think! Use words! "This isn't who I am," she denied, her tiny fangs biting into her lower lip and drawing a bead of blood. Her hair was in disarray behind her and over her shoulders, red strands clinging here and there. "I don't feel. This. Not this. Odin's wrath, what's wrong with me...?"
 
She had jumped up so suddenly, rushing away in such a hurry that she fell onto her rear on the floor, stammering, hardly able to get a word out. Her heart was racing, her emotions in a flurry as she couldn’t control herself. It wasn’t her words that set him off. She looked like a sad, helpless creature, and he was brought up to take care of such creatures the best he could. It wasn’t her beauty, although that didn’t help anything. But Sinful Embrace, the blood the beaded on her lip as she bit just a little too hard made his eyes flash, and he moved with a speed that was uncanny. The blanket was tossed aside and he went over her, nearly bowling her over as his body blanketed hers, and a strong but passionate kiss came out, holding it before his tongue came into a deeper kiss, swirling first over her lip, tasting the sweet, sweet blood before dancing with her tongue for a mere moment… then he pulled away, trying not to look horrified at what he did. He wanted to… but that was a –bad- thing to just take. Considering that she was already speaking about killing Vampires.
 
He came at her so quickly she was caught off guard, even with the two of their species' being exceptionally quick. His hard body blanketed her soft one, pushing her back to the floor, his lips falling over her plump, now blood smeared ones. She trembled, and made a noise, her body reacting before her mind could, lips pressing back against his. It mind went into a pleasurable haze, a soft moan slipping from her as their tongues touched, ever so briefly...and then he was gone, her eyes closed, lips parted and swollen pleasurably from the hard, passionate kiss. Her breaths came out in soft, but short pants before she allowed her eyes to open to find him staring at her strangely. She swallowed and touched her fingertips to her lips, still able to feel him there, her heart hammering wildly away within her breast. "Zalera..." she wasn't even aware that she sighed his name that way, but Odin help her if she hadn't enjoyed that.
 
He had watched her for the longest moment, his eyes almost a dangerous flash as he watched her reaction. This was an extremely dangerous moment for him. She could turn at a moment and go for his throat, and knowing her words, he could see that it could happen. But then he watched as her eyes opened, meeting his for a long moment before she touched her lips with her fingertips. The whisper of his name on her lips peaked his ears, and he slowly moved, arms wrapping around her body and pulling her close to him, her chest against his own. He looked into her eyes for a long moment before he whispered “Alirei…” His lips soon followed, a light embrace of his lips on hers, much longer and lighter, but so much more passionate than his blood frenzy a moment ago.
 
As his arms pulled her close, up against his hard chest, she trembled and moved her hands to grasp at him; in fact, her arms wrapped around his neck to hold him as he held her. Their eyes stayed locked for a long a long moment, before he whispered her name the way she had whispered his. Then his lips came back, her lashes falling as her eyes fell shut. As much as she claimed to hate his kind, it felt undeniably right to have his firm lips against her soft ones. His passionate kiss was returned, even if hers was hesitant, inexperienced,and unguided. A soft noise, a half moan of pleasure and surrender, spilled from her lips as she shivered, whispering his name again.
 
It was as if it was the first time all over again for him – but so much better, with such renewed, -real- emotions, real touching and tasting that he couldn’t get enough of. No more faking interest to try to find a self. This was what he wanted, and he would never give this up, not in a million years. She was slow and reluctant, but she returned the passion, and he hid behind feigned inexperience, letting her have a little control behind the kiss. Her name was whispered twice more between kisses, as he shifted, moving backwards, pulling her onto him. Let her see that he submitted as much as she did. And he knew that she would see reason. And true emotion. Her name came across his lips once more as he slowly moved, shifting toward the bed, leading her with him.
 
Just like Kaderin the Cold Hearted, before she had mated with Sebastian, Alirei had never had to deal with any sort of emotions or feelings like this, for as long as she had lived. Fighting the vampires from The Horde whenever they dared to come after her and her kin had been all that she focused on. Zalera had been the only one, besides her sisters, that had managed to work through her defenses and see the person that she was beneath her aloof, if somewhat ill tempered, exterior. The extent of what was happening here was foreign to her, especially with him being a vampire, ever if he wasn't a part of the clans that were trying to wipe her and her sisters from the face of the Earth. She shouldn't be feeling like this...not with anyone who wasn't a part of her...but that meant...No! Don't think that. It can't be. He's just really charming or something. She followed after him, toward the bed, returning his kiss and even daring to be bold with it, her tongue meeting his as she deepened the kiss. Once his knees his the back of the bed, she sighed into his lips and turned them, so when they fell onto the bed as a mess of meshed bodies, she was beneath him, a surrender unlike her, Valkyrie beneath Vampire.
 
Even after all the stories, even after all the time he sat down with those who had taken Valkyrie mates, he had doubted that his own would be one. Such war mongerers, strong fighters that hated Vampires to the core… and yet here they were. Her sacrifice wasn’t ignored, feeling as she deepened the kiss, and then spun them as they fell onto the bed, having him on top of her. A soft smile crossed his face as he looked into her eyes, seeing her submit so willingly, even if the back of her mind screamed against it. His hands shifted as his lips kissed her neck trailing down her side, gripping her shirt and slowly pulling it up, over her head and thrown to the side. He shifted up slightly to look over her body, a smile on his face before he lightly kissed her. “You live up to your name. True beauty, you are.”
 
A soft sigh slid from her lips as his own caressed her long, pale neck. A part of her wanted to freeze, to stop him, when she felt his hands gripping the edge of her u boat neck, long sleeved black shirt. Her heart was racing. Was she really allowing him to undress her? The shirt came over her head in answer, ruffling the long strands of her rib length hair, the strands splaying across the bed beneath her with a shock of color against the rather plain sheets, the blanket still somewhere on the floor where it had fallen when he'd jumped to kiss her. He shifted up to look at her, making the battle hardened Valkyrie blush. He took a good look at her flat, toned abdomen, her ample breasts as they pushed against the black bra binding them, her long, but strong arms and feminine shoulders that tucked into an elegant neck. She was almost regal in appearance, her sister's had said, the reasoning behind her name. "I...This is the first time I find myself not hating my name..." she admitted with a slight chuckle, sucking in a breath as she allowed her hands to stroke over his chest, finely manicured nails sliding across his flesh, following by surprisingly soft fingers and palms.
 
She was like a long-lost goddess to him, her beauty unequalled by anything he had seen in a near millennia of living. He knew it when he had seen her, that she was the one that he was destined – nay, fated – to be with. His heart rose as he took that realization in now. She was serene looking, and her words made a small smile on his face, and he leaned forward to get her a gentle but hot kiss. “I could care less of the title to your name, Alirei.” He said her voice in a low, husky tone. “You are a beautiful woman with or without it. I am lucky to have found you, unlike the rest of my brethren who wait for their own.” His hands slid behind her slowly, gently, unsnapping her bra and slowly pulling it off, gently pushing his chest against her instead of moving away from her, feeling her exposed breasts against his chest. A soft sound left his lips. “You are utter perfection in physical form. Nothing else could explain it.”
 
She gave a soft sigh as he leaned down to kiss her again, her lips moving against his to return his gentle, yet passionate kiss. His low, husky tone made her shiver slightly, it crawling over her and seeping into who she was, being a part of her. Oh Odin, what was going on here. He was talking like she was his mate...but that couldn't be, could it? She a mate to a vampire? Really, Odin must have one hell of a sense of humor. Her arms moved to help his hands remove her bra, her tiny fangs touching her lower lip as he pressed his chest to hers; she was slightly embarrassed that her nipples hardened against his skin, but at the same time, she was fighting a moan from the sheer feeling of pleasure that came along with that. "I'm sure you exaggerate..." she breathed the words out on an airy chuckle, her hands touching his shoulders and stroking, moving down over his back just enjoying the feel of his flesh beneath her hands.
 
He could feel her arousal building slowly, her nipples hardening against his chest, and a soft groan escaped his lips as he moved away slightly, a hand sliding up against her body and cupping her breast lightly, gently rubbing and teasing her soft skin. “I exaggerate nothing.” He whispered, his voice husky and needy. “You are perfection, in body, mind, and soul. I can see this. And I’m willing to risk it to keep you near me.” He kissed her then, a soft sigh of pleasure as he did so, pushing against her once more. His hands slid down her body, slowly teasing her sides until his hands found her pants. His hips lifted slightly as they undid the clasp of her jeans, and then he was slowly pushing them down, his whole body moving down to do so, lips kissing every inch of skin that it passed along, teasing her neck and sliding down her chest, before kissing up her breasts, teasing her peaks with his tongue as he threw her jeans to the side.
 
Her tongue wet her lips when he ran his hand to her breast, rubbing her pale flesh and making her moan softly. His husky, needy tone was almost like air, she felt like she needed to here it, over and over, and that she would never tire of doing so. She returned his kiss, his words touching her in a way she didn't know was possible. Her hips unwittingly lifted into him as he unbuttoned her jeans, almost allowing him help in removing them from her long, shapely legs. She shivered from his lips, making small noises of pleasure as they skittered across her tempting flesh. "Zalera!" She cried out his name on a moan, arching her chest into his tongue and lips as they masterfully teased her masterfully, arousal building in her more and more from each of his caresses. She was now lying beneath him in boy shorts, he entirely nude. One scrap of clothing left, then there was no turning back. She didn't want that though, she couldn't comprehend why, least not without being in denial somehow.
 
She was so willing... And while he was surprised, he wasn’t. She was his other half, his mate. She just didn’t give into it, not fully. His lips teased her breasts, feeling her peaks pebble under the play of his tongue. It wasn’t long before his lips left, though, kissing slowly down along her stomach, smiling as he soon was met with her boyshorts. His hands slide up her legs, teasing her inner thighs before fingers hooked over the lip of them, and pulling them down and off, tossing them to the side before sliding her legs apart, wrapping his arms around her thighs to hold her still. He started slow, his tongue flicking out once to tease a flick over her clit to hear her, before going in, twirling and licking and flicking, enjoying her sweet taste.
 
She shivered from the feel of his hands over her thighs, the flesh surprisingly sensitive to his touch, as he slid off her underwear, leaving her completely nude beneath him. He wrapped his arms over her thighs and she was bewildered for a moment, before his head dropped down between her thighs to her center. She found herself blushing, her head dropping back with a shudder as his tongue flicked out the once to teasingly flick across the sensitive nub nestled there. A soft moan followed suit fairly quickly, almost instinctual. Her hands shot to hold the bed spread, clenching there tightly as she shivered, her body trembling beneath his tongue and lip's onslaught as they teased her clit, the lips of her center, her arousal evident by the way it heated and dampened beneath his ministrations.
 
He slowly continued his play, his tongue flicking wildly over her clit and along her lips. He could feel her heat and dampness growing, and his tongue delved down to tease her entrance, tasting her even as he teased, sliding his tongue into her slightly, doing short, fast thrusts. But it wasn’t long before he was kissing up her body once more, taking a moment to tease her breasts before finding her lips with his once more, tasting her even as she could taste herself in the kiss. His legs moved to spread her legs automatically, slowly rubbing his length against her, before the head found her entrance and slid into her, inch by slow, swollen inch. A soft moan escaped his lips, her name a mere whisper as he buried into her to the hilt.
 
She had to keep herself from thrashing as he teased her center with his tongue, though his hold on her legs did a pretty good job of that themselves. That didn't stop her from thrashing her head, it tossing from side to side as he tasted her, dipping his tongue in her, stroking her in short thrusts that teased and promised of something greater. Moans were given to him, in her sweet voice, before she let out a breath as he started kissing his way up her body, teasing her breasts briefly - a groan of appreciation here - before he found her lips again. She could taste herself in the kiss, on his lips, on his tongue; it was odd that she found it highly erotic, or at least, she thought so. As his legs spread hers, she gripped his shoulders with her hands, trembling as he found her and began to thrust his cock into her center slowly, agonizingly slow. His name was returned on a moan, her body shuddering violently as he pushed himself to the hilt, forever claiming her in a way no one had before.
 
His lips found hers soon after his movement ended… and it continued, slowly sliding out, to the tip before it pushed back in, inch by swollen inch filling her up on the inside. Soft groans left his lips, and as he broke the kiss, he started to speak, almost chant-like, his voice low and husky. “Vi reclamo per ora e sempre. Due corpi, una sola anima, legati in modo più profondo. Mi dono a te, per proteggere e servire in qualsiasi esigenze che avete. Prendo da voi il vostro amore edevozione. Il mio amore per te non potrà mai spezzare, e sarò sempre al vostro fianco.” As he spoke, his hips slowly sped up, thrusting faster and faster, slowly losing his mind to the pleasure. Warmth filled him up as his words ended, but his mind couldn’t focus on it, completely enchanted by her.
 
She had to bite her lip, tiny fangs embedding in her plump skin, as he pulled himself from her, only to thrust himself back in. Her manicured nails, much like small claws, clutched now at his back, her vaginal walls tight around him as his cock caressed her in the most intimate fashion. Words flowed to her ears, much like music, touching her intimately and marking her very soul in a way she did not fully understand. She knew nothing of the words he chanted, yet it felt like she was changed forever at just the mere utterance of them. It was hard to focus on them, as his hips thrust forward again and again, faster, then harder, hitting her deeply and the head of his length caressing the underside of her cervix; it made her mind reel in pleasure. She tossed her head back and moaned loud, wrapping her legs astride his hips as she rode this unimaginable pleasure with him.
 
His very soul felt like it was nearly warped as his words echoed through his ears, a near-growl in his throat as he claimed her as thoroughly as he could. His hips thrusted against her quivering core, faster and faster as his mind was swept further and further into blissful control-loss. “Il mio amore.” It was a whisper on his lips, repeated a few times with every thrust. But even that was silenced as all he could make out with his throat was moans, his eyes nearly rolled back from the pleasure. His heart beat, once, twice, before it went on a natural rhythm that he hadn’t felt in a long time, hadn’t needed. A low moan was cut off as he found her lips, kissing her in deep passion as he smashed over the plateau of pleasure, hot seed filling her on the inside.
 
Suddenly, as he pumped himself inside of her, she could feel his heart start to beat. Her eyes widened, but she wasn't able to properly react to it, as the pleasure made it nearly impossible for her to think. Vampires...vampire's hearts only came back to life when they mated. She wasn't his mate, she couldn't be. Her thoughts derailed as his lips found hers, and their tongues dueled together in a dance of passion as he thrust his cock hard, rocking her on the sheets of the bed; he spilled within her and the feeling of his hot seed filling her pushed her over the edge. Her body stiffened, back arching, head tossed back, as she shuddered, her walls clenching hotly on him as her center bathed him in her own pleasurable release, his name a faint cry from her lips.
 
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