Unhinged: Blood Bond: Parts 4, 5 & 6 (Volume 2) Read online

  Unhinged

  Blood Bond Saga: Volume Two

  Helen Hardt

  This book is an original publication of Waterhouse Press.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not assume any responsibility for third-party websites or their content.

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  Copyright © 2018 Waterhouse Press, LLC

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  To those who believe without seeing…

  Contents

  Part 4

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  Part 5

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  Part 6

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

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  Acknowledgments

  About Helen Hardt

  Prologue

  Erin

  I tugged at my bindings, wanting desperately to touch Dante, to curl my fingers through his thick dark hair.

  But I couldn’t.

  And I found, suddenly, that I was thrilled.

  I was at his mercy, couldn’t touch him though I longed to. I whimpered.

  “What is it, love?”

  “I want to touch you, Dante. To feel you.”

  “I know you do. You will. In good time.” He smiled. “Would you like me to get undressed?”

  “Please. I want to feel your skin against mine.”

  He stood and slowly undressed. Achingly slowly. With each new inch of fair skin exposed, my pussy quivered.

  Finally he was naked, his gorgeous cock jutting straight out, a drop of fluid glistening at the tip. I wanted so badly to lick it off, to take him to the back of my throat.

  But no. Not before he was embedded in my hot pussy.

  “Please, Dante. Please come into my body. Come into me. We’ve waited so long for this.”

  “Yes, my love.”

  He sat down on the bed and then hovered over me, teasing my labia with his hard cock.

  “I feel how wet you are for me, Erin. So wet.” He inhaled. “I smell you. I smell how much you want me. I wish you could smell how much I want you.”

  I inhaled his salty cinnamon scent. Maybe I couldn’t smell his arousal as I smelled my own, but I knew. In my heart I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. In his eyes, I saw it. I saw what I knew he was seeing in my own.

  That fire. That passion.

  That true love.

  He groaned as he thrust inside me.

  Such sweet intrusion.

  “My God, Erin. I feel your warmth. I feel every ridge inside you, your walls closing around me. You were made for me.”

  I hadn’t been able to find the words, but he’d said them perfectly. “Yes. Exactly. I feel it, too.”

  He stayed inside me for a moment, and I relished the sweet fullness, as if I’d never been filled before.

  And never would be again by anyone else.

  Only by this man.

  Then he gritted his teeth, pulled out, and thrust back in.

  I arched into him, tugging at my bindings, wanting so much to touch his smooth skin.

  “I love you, Dante. I love you.”

  He thrust back in. “I love you too, Erin. My only love.”

  Thrust.

  Thrust.

  Thrust.

  His pubic hair and bone nudged my clit with each thrust, tickling it, making it flutter.

  So close.

  So close.

  Until I erupted, the orgasm taking me with a force I hadn’t yet known.

  My whole body vibrated, every cell humming the jazzy tune that drifted to my ears.

  “Dante, I’m coming. I’m coming so hard.”

  “Yes, love. Come. Come for me.” He thrust once more, filling me. Each contraction of his cock in rhythm with my own pulsing.

  “Ah, God!” he cried out, embedding himself into me.

  We climaxed together, each of us moaning, our bodies sliding together from the perspiration.

  Savor this moment. Savor it.

  Again I tugged at my bindings. I lifted my head, trying to reach his lips. Sweat from his brow dripped onto my face, from his chest onto mine.

  And then, as the pulsing finally began to subside, he opened his eyes.

  They were blazing and full of fire.

  “Come, my love, and I will bring you to true completion.”

  Chapter One

  Dante

  My blood was still singing from the orgasm, the intensity of coming inside Erin’s tightness with no barrier. Only her and only me.

  I didn’t try to stop the tingling in my gums, the itching as my fangs descended. I was all in now. Too far gone.

  I said the words again, this time showing her my teeth.

  “Come, my love, and I will bring you to true completion.”

  She was still high on her climax. Her pheromones were thick with oxytocin and dopamine, adding to her already intoxicating scent. Her eyes were heavy-lidded.

  Still, she gasped when she saw my elongated cuspids. “Dante…”

  “Don’t be afraid, my love. I would never harm you.”
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br />   She tugged at the rope binding her. “You… You’re…”

  “A vampire, love. A vampire who loves you. Trust me.”

  Though her mouth dropped into an O, she arched toward me, turning her head slightly, giving me access to her throbbing jugular.

  I sighed, my fangs itching, and sank my teeth into the flesh of her milky neck.

  All the anticipation, all the dreams, couldn’t have prepared me for the sheer intensity of finally being able to bite into her. I held myself for a few precious seconds, simply relishing the intense feeling of my teeth in her flesh.

  Her sweet blood oozed out of the two small holes created by my fangs, and the creamy red substance trickled against my lips and gums.

  She relaxed beneath me, still in a post-climactic high. As she unwound, her blood flowed freely, and I did what I’d been dying to do since I’d first laid eyes on her.

  I sucked.

  I sucked that velvety elixir out of her jugular vein. It gushed across my tongue, tasting of everything Erin. Her scent—earthy dark chocolate and truffles, lusty red wine, coppery and fruity—was all in the flavor, except it was magnified.

  It cascaded down my throat like the richest Bavarian cream, settling in my stomach where it sated me as if I’d never been sated before.

  As I continued to feed from her, I knew I’d never be able to give her up.

  Somehow, I’d make her understand what this meant for both of us.

  A blood bond.

  Now more than ever, Erin Hamilton was mine.

  Mine to love.

  Mine to protect.

  Mine to take nourishment from.

  Mine to give back to.

  And I would give Erin everything, everything within my power.

  I sucked harder, taking more of her into my body…until I sensed her tensing beneath me.

  Had to stop. Couldn’t drain her.

  But God, so hard to stop!

  Over and over her blood flowed like a rolling river along my tongue and down my throat, nourishing me, sustaining me, freeing me from isolation. Isolation I never knew I felt until now. For now, I was no longer a singular being. I was one with Erin. The two of us had become our own entity.

  A blood bond.

  Now, I understood.

  Now, I felt sorry for every vampire and human who would never experience this wholeness, this completion.

  Once bonded, never broken.

  I felt more than thought the words.

  I’d heard them before, somewhere long in my past. Perhaps another lifetime even.

  And again, I sucked more of her essence into my body. Into my soul.

  Until she stiffened beneath me.

  Stop. Must stop.

  But so, so hard!

  Dante!

  My name was harsh in my mind. It came from me but was not from me.

  It was my higher self, warning me to stop.

  I stopped.

  I forced my teeth from her succulent flesh and licked her wounds to begin the healing. Her eyes were closed, and her lips stretched into a small smile of serene peace.

  “Erin,” I whispered. “Thank you.” I lightly kissed her cheek, leaving a red lip print.

  I got up and went to her bathroom to clean myself. As I stared at myself in the mirror, my mouth and chin covered in the blood of my only love, feral feelings of protection and devotion came over me.

  This was me. My true self.

  Vampire.

  For the first time, I felt like I truly knew what being a vampire meant. It wasn’t about drinking blood or having skin sensitive to the sun. It wasn’t about preferring night to day or the ability to glamour prey. It was about this. This bond with Erin. About the need we had for each other that transcended so far beyond the emotional and the spiritual that it culminated in the physical.

  We would never be complete without each other now.

  Taking her blood had given me this knowledge—not in words but in feelings. In pure emotion. I thought of this while I washed my face and hands and then wet a cloth to clean Erin.

  Erin. My Erin.

  She had accepted me. She had accepted her bond with me.

  I smiled as I walked back into the bedroom, the warm wet cloth in my hand.

  I sat down on the bed and nudged her. “Erin.”

  No response.

  I nudged her again, a little more strongly. “Erin? Love?”

  Her pallor was light, but it was always light. I bent to kiss her lips—

  “Erin!”

  Her beautiful lips were tinged with blue.

  Chapter Two

  Erin

  Did you see him?

  See who?

  The vampire.

  I whirled in a cloud of climactic bliss. Dante rose above me, thrusting into me, finally giving me what I’d been craving forever.

  I left my body for a few seconds, and then minutes. Oh, I knew it was my imagination, but I lost myself in the fantasy. In the sheer magnitude of what was happening to me. To us.

  He felt it too.

  Come, my love, and I will bring you to true completion.

  His words. They echoed around me, the deep timbre of his voice creating drumming vibrations inside me.

  True completion.

  The words resonated within me, sliding me into new heights of pleasure, as if I had been catapulted into a fourth and then a fifth dimension.

  Something tugged on my neck, and the sensation traveled to my pussy, increasing the throbbing of my orgasm and shooting out into every cell of my body. Then into the air around me, and I could actually see the orgasm. Pinks and blues and yellows and reds. I’d never known that orgasms had color.

  But they did. They so did.

  More tugging at my neck, and the beautiful sounds of Dante’s satisfaction.

  He was happy. I could feel how happy and satisfied I was making him.

  And that elated me.

  His cock was still embedded inside me, and though I knew he had climaxed, still he was gaining more and more from our joining. More and more and more and more…

  Heady. So heady.

  More orgasm. More shaking. More trembling.

  So good…

  Until…

  Nothing.

  Erin!

  Erin!

  Erin!

  No. Don’t want to leave here. Feels too good. So good.

  Peace. Pure peace.

  Peace and joy.

  Erin!

  Erin!

  Erin!

  Then warmth on my lips. A rubbing sensation. Rough terry cloth.

  I opened my eyes. Dante sat above me, furiously rubbing at my lips.

  “Thank God! You were breathing, but you scared the hell out of me.”

  Scared him? I was in the most wonderful place I’d ever known. With him. How could I have possibly scared him?

  I opened my mouth to say all of that, but all that came out was a crackly rasp.

  “Baby? Love? Please tell me you’re okay.”

  Of course I’m okay. Of course.

  Had I said that aloud?

  No, I hadn’t. He was still freaking out.

  “I’m so sorry, love. So, so sorry. Please forgive me.”

  “F-For what?”

  “Thank God! You’re speaking. The first time. I don’t have any practice. We’ll get to know how much is too much for you. Never again. I promise.”

  “How much of…what?”

  “You don’t remember?” He rubbed his forehead. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were letting me… God, I’m so sorry.”

  “I remember…” My mind was muddled, still filled with pleasure and rapture and euphoric haze. “I remember…”

  “Yes, love? What do you remember?”

  Then I jolted into a sitting position, except that I didn’t. I couldn’t. My wrists were still bound. Dizziness overtook me. “You!” I touched my neck. He’d bitten me. Bitten me, and…

  “So you do remember.” He stood.

  “Yo
u’re a… You’re a…”

  He let out a slow breath. “Yes. A vampire. I’m a vampire, Erin.”

  “No. No.” I tried to slide over to the edge of the bed, but my body wouldn’t—couldn’t—cooperate. I pulled at my restraints. “This didn’t happen. None of this—”

  He cupped my cheeks. “Yes. It happened. I love you. And you love me. My being a vampire doesn’t change any of that.”

  “Doesn’t change any of that? Are you insane?” God. Abe Lincoln. The marks on my thigh. But— “You didn’t bite my thigh!”

  “No, love, I didn’t.”

  “Then who…”

  “I don’t know. But I will find out. I promise you that.”

  I closed my eyes then, willing myself to wake from this nightmare. “Only a dream. A terrible, horrible dream.” Yet a beautiful, passionate, fulfilling dream.

  “Not a dream, love.”

  My eyes shot open. “Stop it! Let me go back to sleep! I need to… I need to…” I tugged at my bindings. “Let me go! Untie me!”