Dominic's Lady, Shia Naawl [ebook reader with internet browser txt] 📗

slid effortlessly through his hair, letting her nails bite into his scalp in a teasing manner. She then walked to around Lucas and trailed her nails on the muscular lines of his shoulders. She traced the scars she made along the regions of his back. Lucas being tall and muscularly proportioned, it seemed a waste not to mark him, scar him with his Lady’s nail marks. Farrah traced them now.

‘Beautiful.’ Farrah said. ‘My mark on you. You served me well for centuries, Lucas. Do you still remember how you begged me to use my blood on your back to permanently mark you? Scar you?’

Taking away his choice to speak, Lucas kneeled silently but Farrah didn’t miss the shiver running through Lucas. Farrah leaned down and traced that racing pulse she hears with her fangs. Lucas started whispering through the cloth.

‘Take me, feed me, bite me. My lady, I’m yours.’

Farrah didn’t wait any longer. Without permission Farrah bit down. Farrah didn’t need permission. No pretences, every inch of Lucas was her property. Taking without permission was what showed him  that she owned him. Mind, body and soul was all hers to do with. Whatever she wished because it was for her pleasure. 

Farrah swallowed Lucas’s sweet blood . his blood was ambrosia. So sweet, so addictive. Thick ropes of blood went through her throat and the thirst that was burning her for this feeding started to ease. 

Farrah caressed the other side of his neck, while she drank. Her mind deeply rooted in his mind because she knew Lucas. He would allow her to drain him dry if that meant he served her right, if it pleased her -if that was what she wanted. Farrah allowed her hands to drift to his locks and tugged, caressed and stroked his hair. She always had a weakness for beautiful -particularly on a man. A beautiful man such as Lucas. Her protector, her sanity, her heart. 

When Farrah knew that it was all Lucas could take, she swallowed deeply once more before she lapped the wound she created with her tongue until it healed.  Then Farrah leaned her head against his shoulder, while still caressing his hair. That was when Lucas's arms curled around her. Farrah smiled. The silk gave the illusion of being bound but never actually bound -she had no desire for that. Lucas knew she liked to be cuddle after a feeding and it soothed both of them. Lucas was no where near obedient but she knew with every ounce of her blackened soul that everything he did was for her. Always for her.

After a while, Lucas's arms tightened as he swiftly got up with her in his arms and she allowed him. She knew that Lucas liked to carry her -it was his way to care for her and she didn't mind at all. Trusting him explicitly, she closed her eye-which was something she never done unless it was with Lucas. It was a thing Vampires had. Never close your eyes in front of anyone, never let your guard down for it would cost you your life. Lucas would protect her while she rested -he always did. 

Lucas gently placed her in the back seat and secured the seatbelt. That made her smile but she didn't open her eyes.

"You always make sure I wear a seatbelt. Vampires are very hard to kill." 

"That maybe so, my Lady, but even vampires can be injured through a car accident."

Farrah held her hands towards his voice and he didn't hesitate to grab her wrist and place it on his stubbled check. Farrah stroked and petted with affection and care.

"I allow you to take care of me, Lucas. You care maybe too much for me." Farrah said absently. Caring for anything too much is dangerous in the vampire world. Caring too much could get you killed. Vampires may have been human before they were turned but, for most, remember how they're used to be was far harder. First and foremost, Vampires were Vampires. Territorial. Predator. Dangerous. Monster. Vampires are govern by harsher rules, less humane because her world would become to dangerous and destructive without it and that meant caring and tender emotions were something the Vampiric world would rarely have because her world is too harsh for it to be in our world. For a Vampire, forgetting the Vampiric world and the Human world and everything in-between was and will always be separate entities that co-exist was like asking for a death wish. 

Lucas's hand that was still wrapped around Farrah's wrist, pulled her hand to his lips and kissed tenderly before he put her hand to his heart. She felt the strong beat of his heart and she couldn't help but stroke his chest that held his heart. 

"I am Velaryan." Velaryan were human servants of the highest order. Those who had a Velaryan as their servants were lucky. They were taught to care and protect their Lord or Lady. The Velaryans were the rule to the excepting. One does not simply command for a Velaryan to be their servant but they're the one who choose who they serve. Some would walk through life without finding their Lord or Lady. They live by a code and when they do choose, it's like finding treasure or the rarest diamond -the cherish and they care. That was what  Velaryan was. That was what they are. "You are my Lady. One I chosen out of my own free will. You cannot control my feelings as much as you cannot control what you are. You do not need to understand my love for you and know I understand that you cannot love me back publicly but know that I know, my Lady. With every ounce of my soul."

His voice absolute. His words tender. His mind sincere. That made whatever heart she possessed flutter. Oh, her Lucas has alway had a way with words but he spoke out of terms and if they were in the presence of Vampires that could've meant his life. The thought displeased her immensely. 

"Do not assume what you do not know, Lucas. I'm fond of you but I'm not that fond of you to not kill you for your insubordination."

Lucas kissed my fingers again and placed my hand on my lap but not before Farrah felt him smile.  

"My apologies, my Lady." His voice sounded amused like he was humouring her. Maybe he was but Farrah didn't want to acknowledge. Things were already too deep -thinking about it would be more of a headache so she let it go.

Chapter 2

Lucas was a man that prioritise his Lady first before anyone else. Like it should be and will always be. While his Lady slept, he run over the days task with the maids, the butler and the gardener. He always make sure that everything was perfect before his Lady woke for the evening. Her 'night-garden' was something she visited everyday without fail. Lucas smiled. His lady loved her flowers so he made sure most of the flowers were flowers that only bloom in the night or flowers that exclusively release their flower scent his Lady, though she won't admit, go crazy for-for his Lady's eyes only. 

Her favourite flower was Saussurea Obvallata or known as Brahma Kamal. This particular flower blooms once every year. Some say once every couple of years but the plant that was in his Lady's night garden, without fail blooms only once a year. When its not blooming, the stems that holds the flower looks as if its trying to wove through its leaves. The actual bud is closed tightly in a teardrop shape which you can see clearly it is white but there was also a deep pink things that could only be described as tentacles surround the bud -as if to protect it. Even without it blooming it was still beautiful but when it did that one time, it was beautiful. When bloomed it was only white and the bud opens to reveal its petals and gave a sweet-scented smell that made it all the more alluring. Another was moonflowers. Simple and white but still beautiful. They were called moonflowers because they bloom only in moonlight. These flowers when not bloomed, were curled tightly closed and the shape from a birds eye view looked like an outline of a star with curled edges.

Lucas smiled at the thought of his Lady's pleasure in her night garden. Even when she was human, a girl sixteen years of age, she loved her flowers. Lucas could easily remember her garden her parents gave her, and the first time he saw her. Leaning over a red-thorned rose, holding the bulb with both hands and inhaled its scent. Lucas still remembered every instincts he held locked with recognition that moment he saw her. Even when she was young, still in puberty, she was beautiful. Honey-glazed skin and brown black waves down her back. Her hair was set with braids and was fashioned in the style suited a millennia ago. Her skin smooth, her lips in a mauve colour and her eyes wide with adolescent youth and curiosity. Though, clothing concealed her body, he knew that his Lady held curves -not yet defined maybe since she was young, but there nonetheless. 

Many servants visited the household of Lord Marcus and Lady Aria in hopes to be their beloved daughter servant but none were successful except him. The vampires allowed him to gaze upon their daughter from a distance before they allowed him to introduce himself. Lord Marcus was tall and built. His brown hair fell to his shoulders and he had facial hair along his jaws, just below his high cheek-bones and surround his mouth. Lady Aria was just as beautiful as Lord Marcus. Lady Aria was tall for a woman, reaching just below Lord Marcus's nose and Lord Marcus was a big man. Lady Aria had almond-shaped emerald eyes and platinum-blond locks tumbling down her back. Her nose were straight, her blond eyebrows were perfectly arched and lips a pale pink. Lady Aria had a slender body, more of an athlete figure. She was beautiful. Before she was a Lady, she was Lord Marcus's servant. Though it was rare to turn your servant into a vampire, it wasn't against the law. 

The council decreed that a servant may turn into a vampire if their Lord or Lady consented -and that was only after the chosen servant served their Lord or Lady for at least five hundred years. For a servant to be turned to a Vampire was the highest compliment a servant can have. Lady Aria held considerable respect from both servant and vampire. For a servant to gain vampire status was hard to achieve but Lucas understood. Lady Aria was as magnificent servant as her beauty. And she wasn't just a vampire servant but she was Velaryan. And now she was a vampire and there wasn't a doubt that though she was no longer human she was a Velaryan. Velaryan serve and protect their chosen and for Lady Aria, that meant should would always serve Lord Marcus. Not because she felt that it was her sense of duty to do so but because she chose to do so.

Lucas was proud of the fact that he was, is, a