CHAPTER THIRTY

KAELEN

It's been a few weeks since Ellie joined us, truly joined us, as a vampire. Life has… changed. Lucian, Dimitri, Seraphine, and I have all taken on the role of teacher, guiding her through this new existence. It's been a chaotic blend of successes and hilarious missteps.

The blood bags were a bust. She liked the taste, but they never satisfied her. Then came the donors. Disaster. Ellie kept losing control, the thrill of the hunt eclipsing everything else. We quickly tabled that option until she gained more experience, more control.

Seraphine, bless her heart, took Ellie under her wing, leading her on hunting expeditions in the playroom. Rabbits, squirrels, you name it. Ellie loved the thrill of the chase, the power of the pounce, but the taste? Absolutely revolting. Seraphine, ever the resourceful one, kept experimenting, bringing back different creatures. Their escapades had become a daily ritual, the playroom echoing with their laughter and Ellie emerging with bloodstained fangs and a beaming smile, despite the awful taste.

One thing had become abundantly clear: Ellie HATED animal blood. It was a start.

Tonight was different. Tonight, we were taking her to the club, not just with the pre-approved donors, but into the throng of humanity. The energy, the smells, the very air thrummed with life, and tonight, Ellie was going to experience it. Silas, who had decided to stick around and become the unofficial sixth member of our family, was handling things upstairs. With all of us focused on Ellie, his presence was invaluable.

"Lucian, I'll be back. I'm bringing her down now," I told him, the words barely a whisper above the pulsing music. He nodded, his eyes sharp as he gave Dimitri and Seraphine instructions to be ready for anything.

Taking the elevator up to our apartment, my anticipation grew with each floor. Ellie looked... breathtaking. A tight, short black leather dress clung to her curves, paired with impossibly high black heels. She moved towards me, her eyes locking with mine, and kissed me deeply. It had been far too long since we had been intimate. Ellie wasn't ready, not after Griffin's betrayal, but she stole kisses from both Lucian and I whenever she pleased, a constant reminder of the desire simmering beneath the surface.

My cock twitched instinctively at the feel of her lips. "Ready?" I asked, my voice rough.

She nodded, her own eyes betraying a hint of nervousness. Together we stepped out of the apartment and back into the elevator. As the doors swished open onto the club floor, Ellie gripped my hand, a silent signal.

The scent hit her like a wall, a potent mix of perfume, sweat, and simmering desires. She tensed. Dimitri was already there, a silent sentinel. Ellie took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and walked out, a creature of the night emerging into her element.

We settled onto the plush red velvet couch beside Lucian, Seraphine still hovering nearby, ready to pounce. "I'm fine, Sera," Ellie promised, her voice surprisingly steady. Seraphine relaxed slightly but remained vigilant.

Lucian handed Ellie a glass of red wine. She took a small sip, her eyes scanning the room, her hunger palpable.

"Kaelen," Lucian murmured, his voice barely audible above the noise, "how about you find us an… exquisite meal?"

I smiled, understanding radiating through me. I released Ellie's hand, and Lucian instantly took its place, his fingers intertwining with hers. I walked out of the VIP lounge, my senses heightened, scanning the crowd.

The usual sins were present, nothing particularly heinous. But there was a couple… their auras resonated with a certain brand of darkness, tainted, but palatable. Perfect for Ellie's first taste of true depravity.

I gestured Seraphine over and pointed out the couple: a blonde and a redhead, radiating the distinct scent of drugs and alcohol. Seraphine smirked and sauntered off to retrieve our… dinner.

Returning to Ellie, I sat on her other side, taking her hand once more. A few minutes later, Seraphine returned, escorting the two women. They looked surprised, excited, no doubt lured by the promise of a VIP party.

Lucian rose to his feet, his charisma radiating from him. "Welcome, ladies," he purred, his voice laced with dangerous charm. "Let's take this party to a more… private… area, shall we?"

The women nodded eagerly, oblivious to the darkness that surrounded them. Lucian draped his arms around their waists, leading them towards the panelled door that led to the playroom. I stood, pulling Ellie up with me, and followed closely behind.

Ellie's breath was coming in short, shallow gasps, her grip on my hand tightening until my knuckles ached. She was trembling. Lucian led us to the center of the playroom. The women, still unsuspecting, began showering him with kisses. Lucian, impassive, looked only at Ellie, beckoning her forward with a single gesture.

She instantly released my hand and walked, almost trancelike, towards him. Lucian turned the redhead to face Ellie. The woman smiled, but the smile transformed into a scream as Ellie's fangs sank into her throat. The blonde, realizing what was happening, screamed and tried to flee, but Lucian held her captive.

I moved towards them, grabbed the blonde by her hair, ripped her head back, and plunged my fangs into her neck, silencing her screams. The sweet, coppery taste of blood filled my mouth, but my focus remained on Ellie.

She was feeding, frantic and uninhibited, her face flushed, the first taste of true power coursing through her veins. Tonight, Ellie wasn't just drinking blood; she was drinking in her new life, embracing the darkness, and becoming the vampire she was always meant to be. And I, along with Lucian, Dimitri, and Seraphine, would be there to guide her, every step of the way.

ELLIE

IT WAS DELICIOUS. Beyond anything I had ever tasted before in my 'life'. The feeling of the warm liquid passing through my lips and down my throat was the biggest aphrodisiac I had ever taken. It was euphoric. Beyond ecstasy.

I glanced at Lucian. He was watching me intensely, his eyes seductive, pupils blown wide. Kaelen, on Lucian's other side, was drinking deeply from the blonde. Then the blonde fell to the marble floor, her heart still barely beating.

I, however, was savoring the redhead, sucking her dry. Each swallow was a jolt of pure power, awakening something ancient and feral inside me. Once her heart stopped, I let go, the lifeless body slumping to the floor. I stood there in my short black dress, covered in crimson, my breath ragged, but exhilarated. I was still starving, but not just for blood. This was a deeper, more primal hunger, a craving that resonated in my very bones. I stood there, feeling the power thrumming through me, and I knew what I wanted.

I was a vision, and I knew it. The blood was like war paint, enhancing the stark contrast of my pale skin and dark hair. With one slow, deliberate motion, I pulled the dress down, letting it pool at my feet. Now, I stood before Kaelen and Lucian in nothing but a pair of black high heels.

Lucian licked his lips, then ran his tongue over his fangs. I saw the hunger mirrored in his eyes, raw and untamed. Kaelen walked over to me, his gaze possessive, and grabbed my hair, shoving his mouth onto mine. The kiss was brutal, demanding, a promise of the pleasure to come. I felt Lucian move behind me, his hands tracing the curves of my breasts, my round, soft ass. Kaelen's fingers were now teasing my nipples, tugging at them until they were hard and aching. Lucian was planting kisses over my neck, shoulders, and back, each touch sending shivers down my spine. Then, Lucian's hand slid lower, finding its way to my waiting pussy. He cupped me for a moment, teasing the entrance, then shoved two fingers deep inside. I let out a gasp, the sensation sending a jolt of pure need through me.

With a swift motion, my hands ripped Kaelen's shirt open, the buttons scattering across the floor. He growled into my mouth, but I pushed him away, turning to face Lucian. I wanted to control this, to orchestrate their desires.

Then, Kaelen's teeth sank into my shoulder. It didn't hurt. It was the best pain I'd ever felt, a sharp, exquisite sensation that heightened every other nerve ending. Lucian ripped his own clothes off, never taking his eyes off me, the sight of his hard body sending a fresh wave of longing through me.

The three of us stood in the middle of the playroom, surrounded by blood and two corpses, a tableau of desire and death. I felt no remorse, only a burning need to be consumed.

I pulled Lucian close, bent over, and took his large cock in my mouth. I didn't have to breathe, so I took every inch of him, reveling in the feel of him, the taste of him. Then, I felt Kaelen's mouth on my clit, his tongue flicking and teasing, driving me mad with pleasure.

It was heaven, a symphony of sensations that left me breathless. I moaned around Lucian's cock, my body arching in response to Kaelen's ministrations. Lucian's hand grabbed my hair and pushed me deeper.

"That's it," Lucian growled, "My good girl... take a little more..." His voice was thick with lust, and I could feel him shaking from the pleasure. It was a beautiful sight, my pale skin covered in crimson, illuminated by the dull light of the playroom, a testament to the power I held over them.

LUCIAN

The playroom swam back into focus, the dull light glinting off the slick marble floor. Ellie's mouth… God, Ellie's mouth. It was a furnace, a velvet vise, a promise of oblivion and rebirth all at once. Every pulse, every swallow sent a jolt of pure, raw sensation through my veins. It wasn't just physical; it was primal, a connection to something ancient and powerful. The blood of the redhead squelched beneath my bare feet, a morbid symphony to the ecstasy Ellie was conducting.

Kaelen was a predator, a whirlwind of raw need behind and underneath her. His eyes locked onto mine, glazed over with a pleasure so intense it bordered on madness. We shared a look, a silent understanding forged in centuries of shared bloodlust and the intoxicating allure of this woman. Ellie was a goddess of chaos, and we, her devoted followers.

"Mmm, little angel," I groaned, my voice thick with lust. "How good that feels." Ellie's grip tightened, her eagerness fueling my own. . The world narrowed to the feeling of her touch, the sight of Kaelen knelt down behind her eating her raw barely controlled hunger, the scent of blood and arousal that hung heavy in the air.

Then, she pulled away completely, a crimson-streaked goddess breaking free from our shared frenzy. Her eyes, usually bright and playful, were now dark pools of pure instinct. She moved with a purpose that sent a thrill through me, a promise of something even more intense. She stalked across the blood-soaked marble, her bare feet leaving crimson footprints, and paused before me.

"No," she purred, her voice laced with a command that made my knees weak. "On your knees, Lucian." Her eyes flicked to Kaelen, a silent dare passing between them. "Both of you."

I obeyed without hesitation, a primal instinct overriding centuries of accumulated power. Years melted away, dominance surrendered to her complete control. Ellie was the epicenter, the sun around which we orbited. She was power, and I was utterly, willingly, enthralled. Kaelen, ever the eager participant, was already kneeling beside me, his gaze never leaving Ellie.

She reclined onto the blood-soaked marble, an offering, a queen upon her gruesome throne. Every inch of her pale skin was painted with the crimson aftermath, a grotesque masterpiece of our creation. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the dark areolas hard and taunting. She ran her fingers along her thighs, then slowly spread her legs, inviting us into the heart of the storm.

My fangs ached to sink into her, to claim her completely, to mark her as mine. But she held me back with a single look, a silent challenge. "Come here, Lucian," she breathed, her voice raw with lust and command. "Fuck me!"

I surged forward, burying myself deep inside her. The heat was incredible, a searing inferno that threatened to consume me. She was tight, wet, and pulsing with a desire that mirrored my own. I slammed into her, each thrust a desperate attempt to reach the core of her being, to lose myself in the intoxicating vortex of her passion. Her screams echoed around the playroom, a frantic chorus to my own building climax. "FUCK! LUCIAN! HARDER!" She screamed, clawing at my back, urging me on.

Then, Kaelen was there, a force of nature crashing into me from behind. He stretched me, filled me in a way only he could, an exquisite pain that heightened the pleasure tenfold. I let out a feral cry, a sound I hadn't uttered in centuries. Ellie's eyes were rolled back, the look of pure, unadulterated pleasure trapped on her face. She was clawing at my body, leaving bloody trails down my back. Our combined cries – hers, mine, and Kaelen's – blended into a single, primal scream of release. Ellie was the conductor of our symphony of sin.

Kaelen pulled my head back by my hair and bit my neck, sending pure ecstasy through me. We were all connected, bound by the blood, the lust, the shared experience. We were one soul, fractured and twisted, yet whole in this moment. I was sure I would never see the pearly gates, but this... this had to be as close to Heaven as I would ever reach.

I emptied myself into Ellie, a torrent of raw power, a desperate offering to the goddess in my arms. Kaelen followed suit, his release shuddering through me, binding us together in a visceral, unbreakable union.

We collapsed in a tangled heap, our bodies slick with blood, sweat, and something far more primal. The room spun, the silence broken only by our ragged breaths. I had spent centuries searching, craving connection, a family to anchor me in the endless night. I had found it in Kaelen, my brother in darkness. But I never expected that he would complete it when he decided to stalk Ellie. It was like fate, destiny.

In that moment, as I lay buried deep within her, surrounded by the wreckage of our desires, I knew I had finally found my place. We were bound by blood, lust, and a shared hunger that could never be quenched. We were a family, forged in fire and blood. I wouldn't trade it for anything, and I would die to protect it, to protect them. Ellie, our irresistible queen, and Kaelen, my brother, my confidant, my partner in this beautiful, twisted existence. We were a trinity, a force to be reckoned with, and our reign had only just begun.