The Moonstone Hero (The Moonstone Landing Book 5) Meara Platt
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To all the girls who wished Damon Salvatore had boobs…
This one is for you
Once upon a time, a vampire corrupted a hunter…
“Whatthefuckareyoutalkingabout?Whatdoor?”
“TheoneintheMontagueterritory.Behindtheboundary.”
“That’samyth,”Isnarl
“Nottothehandlerandwhoevertheywereworkingfor.”
Isnarlattheman Ineedmore Hisvoiceboxvibratesagainstmypalm IglanceatFrankwhoseeyeswiden Useless All ofthem.
“P Pl,”hebegs
ButI’mdonewithhim.Isqueezemyfingersuntilmynailsslicethroughhisskin.Bloodpoursindelicateribbonsdownmy knucklesandundermysleeve.Myfingerssquelchthroughhismusclesandarteries,untilI’mclenchinghiswindpipe.Iclamp arounditandwrenchitout,lettinghiscarcassdroptothefloor
“Cleanitup,”Ibarkandmarchoutofmyoffice.TheminuteIopentheclubdoor,noiseripsthroughtheair.Apounding beatthumpssohardthroughthewallsoftheclubthatmyfeetvibrate TheWhisperClubisbusytonight Isteptothemezzanine balconyandpeerdown.Humans,donors,andvampiresdancelikemaggotsbeneathme.It’sthesamegyratingslickofbodies dayafterday Thesamefuckingmusic Thesamehumanstink
Myclubisdark,lightsdimmedtoencouragealldesirestocomeouttoplay.Thewallsareshadesofcrustedblood.Aring ofboothsnestlesagainstthewallsthesametaintedcolour.Thebarinthecentreoftheclubistheonlyspeckofbrighterlight,a glassmirrorbehindtheserversaugmentingthesparkle
Opticsfilledwitheverytypeandflavour ofdonatedblood: eaudefear,fuelledbylust,ravishedwithpanic,hangonthe backmirror We like to serve the mostexpensive and exclusive blood here One ofmyside businesses is the donationand collectionofmoreexpertlyacquiredblood.It’sapricyprocessbecausedanger powersthiscity.Doyouhaveanyideahow harditistoterrifyahumanthatlivesinaworldofvampires?It’sexpensiveandugly.
Themusicdropstoaslower,moresensualbeat.Themaggotsdrawnearer,fangssinkintothroatsandarms.It’sthattimeof nightbecausehalfthecrowdisnakedandthereareasmanyfangsbitingastherearecocksdrivingintopussiesandmouths.I sense someone climbing the stairs to my mezzanine I’mabout to fire the security guard when Xavier’s mop of thick hair appears.
Isigh
“Favouritesibling,”Isayandturnbacktothecrowd.
Hesmiles.
“Goodevening,Octavia.”Hisvoiceislowandrichasheleansdowntoplaceakissonmyforeheadandjoinsme,peering overthebalcony.
Xavierisunspeakablyhandsome Hisjawisthekindofchiselledthatcouldmakeamarblesculptureweep Hischin-length hairisaravenglossthatwomenpaythousandstoachieve.Andasforhisbody…whileI’mnotonetoenjoythemalephysique, I canappreciate the waywomenfawnover the canyons carvingthroughhis abs and the muscle-boulders perched over his shoulders.Xavier,though,feignsmodestyuntilhewantsawoman.Andthentheegoappears.
“Andwhatbringsyoutomyterritory?Areoursiblingstryingyourpatience?”Iask.
Hislipquirks “Mustyoubeabitchthisearlyintheevening?I’veonlyjustarrived,andIhaven’tevenhadbreakfast” “Well,dearbrother,dohelpyourself.There’saveritablefeastoffuckingandsuckingbelow.”
Hiseyesdroptotheclubfloor,hislipcurls,thebaresthintoffangshowing “It’sbeyondmewhyyouentertainoursiblings,”Isay.
“ThesamereasonIentertainyou”Hislipdoesthatquirkthingagainandmypatiencewanes “PutmeinthesameboxasthemandIwillhappilycastrateyou.”
“Tave,darling,whywasteyourtime?Myballswillgrowback.”
I narrow my eyes at him He only calls me Tave when he comes bearing bad news, he wants something, or I’ve done somethingtopleasehim.
Ifacehim “Perhaps,butatleastI’llfeelbetter Areyougoingtotellmewhyyou’rehere?Youmightbemyfavourite,but I’mbusy…attendingto…whateveritisIneedtoattendto.”
He rolls his eyes atme “You’re immortal We don’tdo busy We luxuriate and gloatinthe endless excesses oftime we have.Besides,youhavenofriends.Whoexactlyisitthat’stakingupyourtime?” “Ihavenoneedoffriends.Youhaveenoughforusboth.” “Yousoundbitter”
“OnlybecauseI’mhavingtotolerateyourpresence, Xave. ”
Heswingsanarmaroundmyshoulder “You’resocutewhenyou’repissy ButI’llrelent Ihavecomebearingamessage fromMummy.”
“Mustyoucallherthat?”
“Whatwouldyouprefer?”
“She-devil,harbingerofdeath,distributorofpain,Lilith?”
sideoftheplatform.
“Red?”Ameliashoutsfromanotherplatformacrossfromme.She’sdancingwithtwoguys.Mychestspasms.Mybeautiful babysister Ican’tstand lookingather, the wayshe represents everythingwe’re meantto hate The betrayal writteninher fangs.
ThememoryofholdingherpudgyhandwhilewestoodinfrontofMama’sgravestoneflashesthroughmymind Iamsonotreadytotalktoher.Ishakemyheadather.“Notyet,”Ishout.
Hereyeswellup,butIdon’thavetimebecauseIglancebehindmeandOctaviaiscrouching,readytospringupafterme I leap fromplatformto platformuntil I’ma few feet fromthe balcony. Octavia is on the first platform, leaping to the second.
Catandfuckingmouse ThisisnotthegameIcameheretoplay Icrouchdownandspringup,jumpingthroughtheairuntilIlandagainstthebalconyrailing.Theairburstsfrommylungs, makingmegroan Igiveaquicklookovermyshoulder She’salreadyonthesecondplatform Shit.
Iscrambleovertherailingandoutthebalconydoors Butthere’snoeasyaccesstodroptothegroundfromthisbalcony “ForBlood’ssake,”Igrowlandcranemyneckup.“Roofitis.”
Igrabthedrainpipeandclambermywayuptotheroof,haulingmyselfoverthelipandontoaflatarea.Isprintacrossthe flatsectionoftheroofandhavetwochoices:clamberacrosstheslopingsectionsanduptheturretsordown Ipeerovertheedge.There’sanotherbalconyandaporchbeneaththat.Downitis.Octavia,thankfully,isn’tusingvampire speed,thoughIknowthatjustmeansshe’stoyingwithme ButI’lltakeanyadvantageIcanget
Iclamberovertheedge,grabthedrainandshimmydownthebalcony.AnotherleapandIsmackintotheporchroof,butI keeprolling.Istretchfortheedgebutlosemygripanddropovertheedge,collapsingwithathudtotheground.
“Fuckingvampires,”Igrowl.ButIdon’thangabout.Ihaulmyselfupandrunthroughthemarket,weavinginandoutofthe stalls,dodginghumansandvampiresalike.
“Shit”Isayandfeverishlyglancearoundthemarket Ican’tseeOctavia Myheartthudsinbetweenmyribslikethebeat ofadrum.Ijustneedtogetbacktohunterterritory.
Myskintingles like she’s still followingme I’ma fool if I thinkmyrunningis enoughto dissuade her I canfeel her scratchingatmyskinlikefangs.
Irunontoabridgeoverthecanal.IfIcancrossandveerdownthemainroadthroughthePeaceTerritorybacktowardsthe Academy,I’llbeinpublicviewthewholetime.
Ireachthepeakofthebridgeandhalt.
Heatsimmersatmyback Myshouldersstiffen
“Fuck,”Ibreatheasariverboatfullofdrunkhumansdriftsunderthebridge. “Actually,”Octaviasaysfrombehindme “I’dloveto” Iblinkandmyhandsareonthebridgehandrail,lacedtightwitharopecuff. I’mtrapped.
Mywholebodysetsalight Goosebumpsflickerdownmyarms,downmyback Iyankagainsttheropecuff ButI’mwell andtrulystuck.Motherfuckingvampirespeed.
Anotherboatdriftsbeneathus,thistimetwoloversentwined,theboatmeanderingacrossthecanal Iwrencharoundtosee her,butIcanbarelysee,eventwistingmybodytothe pointofpain.She couldkill me fromthis position Drainme Fuckme thatthoughtshoulddisgustmethemost Andmybrainisscreamingthatit’savilethought,my body,though… Shit.Shit.Shit.
Traitorouslittlecunt IhateOctavia WhatIwantistopunishherforwhatshedidtomysister Edgeherintooblivionso shenevercomesagain.Sowhyisthethoughtofmetiedhere,submittingmypleasuretoher,makingmewet?Ishakemyhead clear,realisingit’sjustaboutsubmission,notherspecifically Octavialeansintomyback,pushingmyhipsagainsttherailings.
“Icansmell how muchyouwantme,” she purrs inmyear “Denyitall youwant, butthe onlypersonyoucanlie to is yourself.”
Sherunshertonguealongtheundersideofmyearlobe,sendingaboltofpleasurestraighttomyclit. Iscreaminfrustration,yankingmycuffedhandsharder IfonlyIhadn’tputmybladeaway,Icouldhaveslicedmywayout ofthesecuffs.
There’sanotherboat,alongeronethistime,filledwithdrinkersandpeopleinvariousstatesofundress Itdriftstowards us. Herbloodseepsintothebackofmyshirt.
“Do youwantmyblood?” she breathes againstmyneck, her lips skimmingmyskinand sendingsparks ofheatand fury downmyspine.
“Iaskedyouaquestion,”shesays,herbreathticklesmyskin.Iwanttoyankmyselfaway.
Instead,Ileancloser.“Whythehelldoyouwantmetodrinkyourblood?Soyoucantrackme?I’mnotafuckingidiot.I knowtheminuteIingestasingledrop,you’llbeabletofindmewhereverIam” Sheshrugsagainstmyback.“Onlyforanhourorso.”
“Anhourtoolong Besides,youonlylovethisgameofchasebecausenooneelsewillcomenearyou”
Thespacebetweenourbodiescools.I’vepissedheroff.Shemovesbehindme,thenbringstwofingersuptomyface,her blooddrippingoffthem
Mynostrils flare. Fuck. Itsmells like ecstasy. Like a thousand nights ofbliss, and everysecretwhispered inthe wind. I wantit.Ineedit.
No, no, no Get a grip, Red Iwriggleagainsther,buthergrasponmeislikesteel.
“Youwantme,”shesays “Sotakeme”
Theproblemis,Idowanther,oratleastIwantherblood.I’mnotanidiot.IknowI’manaddict.ButI’vebeencleanfor twoweeks Whichmakeswhathappensnextevenworse Itmakesmeweak I’mgoingagainsteveryounceoftrainingI’veever had.Imadeonestupidmistaketryingblood Icanbarelyevenrememberitanymore andI’vebeenpayingforiteversince. Ileanalittleclosertoherfingers.
Intheboatbelow,acouplestopfuckingtolookupatusonthebridge Myskiniselectricatthethoughtofthemwatching whathappensnext.
Ihavetofighttheurgetobiteherfingerscleanoff Thescentofheriron-richbloodisoverpowering “Yes,”shesays.“Doit.Givein.Succumbtoyourdesire.”
Islow mybreathing.Inhalingthroughmymouthinsteadofmynosetopreventthedelicious smell reachingmytastebuds. Butit’snouse.I’mstillleaningcloser.
Her body presses into my back, her enormous breasts pushing against my shoulder blades, making my knickers wetter. Excitementpoolsbetweenmythighs
IknowwhathappensifIlickthatbloodandit’snothinggood.NothingIwant.Idonotwanttofuckthewomanwhoturned mysister
Andyet,mylipspart.EverybreathislabouredasIwillmyselftostop.Mybodyistenseandalive.Therestrictionofmy hands,thefrictionofherchestagainstmyback,pushingmeintothestonerailings.
“Sayit,”shewhispersintomyear.“Sayyouwantitandit’syours.” Iclosemyeyes,thewordscometumblingout.“Iwantit.”
Shepushesherfingersintomymouth “That’sit,Red Takeitlikethegoodlittlebloodslutyouare”
Isuckherfingersintomymouth,mytonguerollingoverherskin,lappingandsuckingherdeeper. Mytastebudsexplode
She’s the mostdelicious thingI’ve ever tasted. Iglance up ather, those crimsoneyes boringinto me. She smiles as she pullsherfingersout,lingeringonmylip,andthenshesucksthemintoherownmouthandmypussyclenches.
IfIthoughtmybodywas alive before,this is like nothingelse Adrenaline fires throughmyveins,tingles andbutterflies race to my extremities. Blood floods to my clit. I gasp at the pulsing need throbbing between my legs. I knew this would happen Bloodmakeseveryonehorny ButOctaviaisoneoftheoriginalthree ThisneedsurgingaroundmeislikenothingI’ve everexperiencedbefore.
“Youwantsomethingelse,don’tyou?”Octaviasays Ileanmyforeheadagainstthebridge.Theropechafes,burningtheskinaroundmywrists.“Fuck,”Igrowl.Annoyedwith myselfforsuccumbing,knowingwherethisisgoing.Igritmyteeth.“Yes,Iwantsomethingelse.”
“Hmm,andwhatisityouwant,Red?Useyourwords,”shehumsagainstmyback “You.Octavia.Iwanttodrainthelifeoutofyou.”
“You’resweet,butwhydon’tyoutellmethetruth?”Sheshovesherkneebetweenmythighs,forcingmetospreadmyfeet She’s taller thanme,so her thighmeets mycrotch.Mypussyis so swollenandwetIwhimper atthe touch,eventhoughit’s throughclothing
She mustsense myneed because she drives her leghigher, forcingthe contact. Imoanand fall forward, slippingoffthe bridgerailing.Shegripsmeandpullsmebackupright.
“Red,”shehisses
“Fine.Forblood’ssake,Ineedtocome,okay?”Isay.Ifeellikesomeonelitamatchinsideme.LikeIwanttofuckmyway aroundtheMidnightMarket Stabeveryvampireinthecity Haulthehumansfromtheboatontothebridgeandfuckeachand everyone.
I’minvincibleandvulnerableandhornierthanI’veeverbeen.Iachetoriptheropesoffandfuckonthebridgecobbles. ButIdon’twantto tell her anyofthose things because Ihate her. Ihate whatshe’s done, who she is, butIhate her whole fuckingspeciesmorethananything.Despitethat,withherbloodcoilingthroughmyveins,Ineedtofuckher.
Thisisunbridledrage.Ithastobe.Ishiftonthespot,thepricklyshrubleavespokingmyback.Unfortunately,herleather trouserssticktomypussyinawaythatimpliesit’smorethanrage.Whatthefuckiswrongwithme?Vampiresrepulseme.I shrugitoff They’redesignedthisway Tobealluring It’spartoftheir‘charm’ It’snotreal,andshefuckingknowsit She’s justsayingshittowindmeup.Thiswillgoaway.Onceshe’sseenAmeliathroughthatfirstmonthofthechange,she’llgrow boredwithtorturingme She’llfindanotherhumantoturnandshe’llleavemealone Someonemeandersthroughthepark,awoman.Twoinfact,drunkandwobbling.Octaviaspeedsacrossthepebbledpath asoneofthewomentakesatumble Octaviacatchesherbeforeherheadcrunchesintoagiantrock Shesavedherlife.
Thewomanrightsherself,takesonelookatOctaviaandscreamsthekindofnight-splittingshriekreservedformurderers andhorrorshows
“GETTHEFUCKAWAYFROMME,FREAK!”shescreams.Thewomenrun,fleeingOctavia’spresence.
I’llconfess,thereisamomentwhereIfeeltheinjusticeofthis I’dheardofOctavia’sreputation,thefactthecityhatesher Ihadn’tseenitinactionthough.
Octaviareturnstome,hercheeksaflame Iopenmymouthtoapologisefortheirbehaviour,butshemerelycontinuesasifit neverhappened.
“WhatIwanttoknow,”shestartsagain,“iswhyahunterlikeyouwouldsinkthemselvestothelevelofdosing.Hmm?” Iopenmymouth,genuinelyabouttojustifymyselftoher Andpromptlyshutit
“Goodbye,Octavia.Hopeyoufallonastake.”Ishifttotheside,pushoffthebushandwalkoff.Ishrugmyjumperoffand tie itaround myhips, hidingmyshredded trousers She gets outofthe way, sittingherselfonthe gardenbench, drapingher armsoverthebackofit.
Shesniffsalaughout.“TelltheChiefIsaidthanksforthebloodbags.”
So that’s where Romanand Marcel went. Iwondered who the Chiefgave themto. Mybestie lives inanother city, New Imperium,andshehadaloadoftroublewithheroldmentor,Roman.Ihelpedheroutofapatchoftroubleafewmonthsago. Theirprincess,Morrigan,banishedtheculprits,andIofferedtobringthemtoourcitytoserveasdonorsuntilthevampsgot boredanddrainedthemdry.
“Tellheryourself Whenyoutellheraboutmebuyingblood I’msurethat’syourplannow,isn’tit?Toruinme?”
Octavia raises aneyebrow, she pouts, “Oh, I’mgoingto ruinyoualright. ButI’ll give youa free pass onthe blood this evening.Ifigureyouoweme,though.”
Ishakemyhead,theaudacity.She’sanidiotifshethinksIenduregoingtotheWhisperClubforanyreasonotherthanthe factIknowwhatIdostaysprivate.
“Howgraciousofyou ButIdon’toweyoushit” “Oh?Andwhatmakesyouthinkthat?”
And this is how Iwin “Ionlybuyinside your club Your mansionkeeps the secretfor me Isn’tthatwhyit’s called the WhisperClub?”
Herexpressionnarrows.SheknowsI’vewon.Hernosetwitcheslikeshe’ssuppressingtheirritation.
“ThenIsuppose I’ll be seeingyouagainsoon, won’tI?” And the wayher rouged lips curl around the words makes my heartbeatalittlefaster.
Rage IclingtoitasIwalkoutofthegardenandbackintotheMidnightMarket.
Whichmeansit’syetanotherwayI’mdifferentfromthem.
“Itwasn’tyourchoicetomake, Dahlia,”Igrowl.
“Neitherwasityourstoburnmycottagedownwithmeinit,butyoualwaysseemtoforgetthat” Ishrug.“Itseemedafairrecompense.Besides,Ileftyouawindowunlocked.”
Sheglaresatme,buttheconversationisthankfullyover We’resilentasourhorsestrotoutofthecarriagestationandferry us upthe longandwindingroute throughforests andmountains toMother’s castle.The familyhome looms onthe topofthe highestpeakinthe city: Castle StClair,wrappedinshrouds ofclouds andmountainmist,its crenellatedturrets a beaconof powergazinguponitsinhabitants.
AsIgazeupatthehighestturret,themoonshowersthecastlewithglisteninglight;itoccurstomethatofcourseMother wantshercastleatthehighestpoint Thatway,shecanseeeverythingandeveryoneshecontrolsbeneathher
“Youcouldatleastpretendtobeenthusedoverdinner,forMother’ssake,”Dahliasaysasweslowthehorsestoastopin thecirculardriveandwedismount
“Why?TheonlytimeMothersummonsustoadinnerlikethisiswhenshe’splanningwargames,imposinganotherruleor regulationonusorthere’sbadnews”
“Well,ifyouplayedbyherrules,perhapswewouldneedfewerdinners,”shesnaps.
And there is the truthof it. This is whyshe’s Mother’s favourite, because despite all her strength, she doesn’t have an originalthoughtorbackboneinsight Instead,sheplacatesourmotherbybeingherlapdog It’spathetic Ican’tevenbringmyselftorespond.Ihandthereinstoastableboyasabutleropenstheenormousarchedoakdoorsand we enter Our feetclackagainstthe cold stone slabs as we make our waythroughthe hallways The walls are lined witha timeline of art throughthe ages. Everystyle fromthe last thousand years. Ahandful of the paintings are portraits, some of Cordelia,someofmysiblings,twoofthemall noneofme.
Dahliacatchesmelookingattheportraits,themanythathangofherandMotherandourothersiblings.
“Whenareyougoingtogetoverit?Youdidn’tactually killhisdaughter.”
Iignoreher Shewasn’tevenalivetorememberthepain
WhenIwasachildandMotherwasbusytakingoverthecity,shewouldtakemeonherworktrips.Shewouldmeetand greetthecity’speople OnedayIwasplayingwithanotherlittlegirlwhileMothermingledwiththecity’speople Twodayslater,wefoundthemandefacingthefirstportraitwe’dhadofustogether.Mother,furious,demandedtoknowthe problem.
Hisdaughterhaddiedthesamenightshe’dplayedwithme.Weknewsomuchlessaboutthebiologyofourkindbackthen. Wedidn’thaveawaytoprovethatIhadn’tgivenhersomediseaseorillness.
Themanreturnedwithhisfriends,theytriedtotakeme,steal meawaytohurtme Foolishreally,theydidn’tunderstand whatIwas,howstrongIwas.
Motherstartedit Asisthewayofhercruelty,shewouldn’tstandfortheirattack Shesankherfangsintooneofthemen, draininghimwhere he stood. Beingthe naive child Iwas, Ijoined in. And so, atthe end ofthe slaughter, aneight-year-old stoodinthemidstofacircleofbodiesatherfeet.Severedlimbsinherhands,bloodstreakingherdressandcheeks.
Cordelia made sure the dead girl’s father lived to tell the tale Her warning to the city Only her cruelty twisted the message.
Itbecameamyth
Ibecameamonster.
Andthecityneverforgaveme Now,Idon’tallowportraitsofmyself Onlytwoartistshavetried,bothhumanandsohad tohaveanextensivepreparationperiodtoevenbecomfortableinthesameroomasme.Bothmademelooklikeamonstrous demon.Itdidn’thappenagain.
Dahlialeadsmetothegranddiningroom Motherisalreadysittingonherelaboratethroneattheend Shestandsandopens herarms.
Wehaveanuneasysortofrelationship Asheradopteddaughter,she’salwayshadsomelevelofpowerandcommandover me.Somethingthat,as Imatured,didn’tsitwell.Iamoneoftheoriginal three.Byrights,Iamher equal.Someyears ago,I brokeawayandcarvedoutmyownterritoryanddominionontheothersideofthecity
“Sister,”GabrielsaysasIsqueezehisshoulderandwalkpast.He’sleantback,hislong,lithelegskickeduponthetable,a bookineachhandashespeedreadsacrossbothofthem.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gabriel without reading material in his hands The faded red leather of the tomes’covers matchestheintenserougeofhissuit somethingelseIdon’tthinkI’veeverseenhimwithout.
DahliatakesherseatononesideofMother Itakethesameseatontheoppositeside Xavierisalreadysittinginthechair tomyleft.
Xavierleansin,whispersinmyear,“Goodevening,Favourite.”
Ismileandkisshischeek.
Sadie,itseems,islateasalways.
“Thenwhat?”Dahliaasks.
“Comeon,Mother,putusoutofourmisery,”Xaviersays,leaningforwardtopourmeandSadiemoreblood-winebefore passingthejugtoGabriel
“Octavia,couldIborrow theclubtwonights fromnow?Iappreciateit’s lastminute,butI’drather dotheannouncement there And we’reinvitingthehunters,”Cordeliasays Weallgovampirestill.Nooneblinks,noonemoves.
It’sSadiethatwhisper-laughsandsigns,“Whythehellwouldyouinvitethem?” “Well,that’spartoftheannouncement.Octavia,areyouamenable?”Cordeliasays.
“Sure,butIcan’tclosetheclubtohumansornon-noblesatsuchshortnotice.Whateveryou’reannouncingwillbepublic knowledge”
Shenodsonce.“Fine.”
Mymindraces Whatthehellisshedoing?Isshegoingtoambushthem?Ifso,Idon’twantthatinmyclub,notwhenitwill tarnishmyreputation.ButIdon’thavetimetoworkoutwhatshe’suptoasshecontinuestalking. “Twonightsfromnow,I’llrequireyoualltobethere It’sa9pm startandI’llrevealeverything”