Dark Consent
Jade Cooper
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Copyright © 2009 Jade Cooper ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Dark Consent
By: Jade Cooper
Preface:
Stefan Kornak sat at his desk with his head in his hands. Dark patches of silky black hair fanned out between his fingers. His face looked worn. Dark circles dragged under his ice blue eyes. It was an image of him that no one had ever been allowed to see. Who and what he was required that he portray an air of confidence at all times. He was a vampire first and foremost, yet he was also a leader of his people. With such burdens to bear, he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders.
While his forehead slipped from his grasp and sank against the dark wood of his desk, a soft breeze flowed into his den through the open windows. It brought with it the sounds of the Carpathian Mountains. He could feel the pulse of the Earth in the air surrounding him. His species was one with the Earth. They were connected to nature in every way. Perhaps that was why their species excelled in strength, stealth, intellect and psychic ability. There was only one fault with this creature; like other males of his kind, he needed a mate in order to survive.
After centuries without a mate, loneliness always had a way of finding a male vampire. Because of this, vampire males often chose to end their lives or succumb to the short lived thrill of killing prey. Killing prey was a desperate attempt vampires sometimes made in order to feel again. After centuries of bleak loneliness, the numbness was never far behind. Normally, vampires lured humans to them gently and took only what they needed. The adrenaline laced blood of a kill was dangerous. It was addictive. They became powerless against the call of it. After the first kill, the vampire was consumed with need for the exotic taste. The human adrenaline distorted his mind and steadily made him mad. His body, once perfection, deteriorated as well. From that point on he was a menace, a monster that was hunted down and destroyed by his peers.
Stefan’s mood permeated into the room. The blackness of his aura made the air heavy. There was nothing he couldn’t afford, no object he couldn’t obtain if he wished. But none of it filled the void in his soul. He waited for her, the one that would complete him; the one that would bring light to his ever present darkness. Now, after eight hundred years of waiting, he had reached an end to his patience.
He knew his time had run out. There was only one road he would travel; self annihilation. He vowed that he would never become a hideous turned vampire. Life no longer had anything to offer him. His long held out hope dissipated. The world held no color, the earth held no secrets that he had not already discovered and he no longer found pleasure in anything. He had made up his mind; tonight would be his last.
Stefan wrote a letter to his brother Weislav. His pen found the paper but as desperate as he was to leave some consolation for his brother, he couldn’t think of any comforting words. Instead, he simply stated what he had done. He folded the parchment and laid it on a stack of unopened envelopes that sat on the side of his desk. Curiously, as his fingers brushed against the stack of papers, he felt something odd. The feeling slowly traveled through him. Beginning in his finger tips and then gaining speed and power along the way. At first it began as a flutter then became powerful. His heart pumped faster and jolts of electricity ran through him. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. The feeling spread through his body like wildfire, flooding his chest, consuming his soul. Heat collecting inside him; it shot through him, down to his core and brought on a strong erection. Stefan gripped the edges of his desk, holding himself up until the surge subsided. He blinked and then rubbed his palms roughly over his face. Suddenly, he was seeing color, vivid and bright. The air that billowed in from the outside smelled sweet. He looked down at his desk and lifted the stack of envelopes. His fingers frantically rummaged through them, until he found the one that held the spell over him. After tearing it open he looked quizzically at the paper. It was just a personal letter from his investment broker in America. He turned it over with his large hands, frustrated with the lack of explanation. Someone of great importance had held the envelope. The one that was destined to be his life mate had touched it.
Stefan lifted the note he had written to his brother. His eyes focused on it intensely. The paper burst into a quick flame. There was no time to waste; he was going to find her tonight, right now. He assumed she was human, and not from the vampire species. There were so few of their females left. It was unlikely that any of them would have been unaccounted for. If she were human, he would need to move quickly. Unclaimed humans that were receptive to the vampire species attracted other vampires. Unfortunately, most of the vampires in America were half breeds. Half breeds were creatures that at one time had been human but had been turned by a vampire. They never suffered the lonely fate of a true vampire male because they would always be partially human. They weren’t bound to another soul at birth as true vampires were. A compatible human female was a beacon of sexual pleasure; a promise of an unparalleled sexual experience to true vampires and half breeds alike. It would only be a matter of time before the others found her. He needed to reach her before it was too late.
Stefan closed his eyes and put all of his energy into scanning for her. Now that he had a general location, the scan could be honed. He felt something and grabbed onto it, pulling himself closer. His vision hovered over a city. Slowly, the streets became visible. The rooftops of the buildings littered the area in a confusing pattern. Stefan tried to steady his mind, he needed to be calm, but the excitement that pulsed through his veins worked against him. He dragged a deep breath into his chest, held it for a few moments and tried again. The air above one rooftop in particular pulsed with an unnatural vibration. His vision passed through the exterior and found her asleep in her bed. He hovered over her, taking in every exquisite detail. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.
Her hair was fanned out around her delicate face and her body was barely covered by the bedding. Stefan reached for her. His invisible hands spread out over her flat belly, soliciting a soft moan. His palms glided over her white cotton tank top and then covered her breasts. His cock throbbed and his gums ached with the need to release his fangs. His palms kneaded softly at her full breasts and he felt her nipples harden under his hands. He slid his hands under the bedding, and pressed his palm between her legs. Her pussy was warm and inviting. Imaginary fingers slid between the folds and delved inside her. She stirred slightly. He tried desperately to steady the tremble in his fingers. His thumb rolled over her clit. Her tongue darted out and ran over her bottom lip. For her, it was simply a dream, but for Stefan, it was torture. His cock swelled and throbbed but he couldn’t stop. He wanted to make her come, just once. He had to see her face in agonizing pleasure. He hungered to feel her pussy pulse around his cock, but his fingers would suffice, until he reached her. He curled his fingers inside her while his thumb worked heavy circles over her clit. Her breath quickened as her body began to move under him. His fingers pressed harder into her swelling clit until he felt her cunt pulse around his fingers and her pussy glistened in the moonlight. Her eyes flew open. In an instant Stefan was back in his office.
His cock throbbed and ached for release. He wrenched his pants down and began to pull and knead at his thick cock. All at once his come spurted into his palm. Not nearly sated, Stefan began to make arrangements for his journey.
Chapter One
Taylor’s day had been lousy from the start. It had been one of those days when she’d repeatedly told herself she should have stayed in bed. She hated her job. The only thing dignified about being a runner at the stock exchange was that she actually held a job. “Runner” was a better term than “slave” she supposed, but the work would have felt the same under either title. Some of the brokers weren’t too bad. But most of them were arrogant and always found something to complain about. Her pathetic salary didn’t make her feel any better about her situation. So why was she still there? That was the question that went through her mind every day for the last six months. She told herself that it was easier to roll with life than to rule it. But somewhere deep down inside a little voice nagged at her that she could do better. Taylor was ready to move on.
Rumors and gossip were the only things that held any interest to her anymore. Although she made sure that she kept her nose clean of spreading any of the office rhetoric, she thought of her ears as innocent bystanders. A man named Stefan Kornak had been the newest topic. He had an office in the building and from what she heard, was an investor of some sort. No one really seemed to know too much about him. He moved in two months earlier and only came in late in the afternoon if he came in at all. He kept his own hours in his private office. He was a mystery, which made him interesting. Taylor loved watching him; as did every other woman in the building. There was something about him; an air of power and dark secrets seemed to follow in his wake. His sexuality was almost deliberate in the way he moved, silently, gracefully but with the ominous presence of a predator. His eyes were piercing blue. The first time she saw him, he was standing in front of the glass that separated the rest of the world from the trading pit. She’d had a feeling that someone was watching her. When she did a quick sweep of the room, her eyes went up to the window and there he was. He was too far away for her to see clearly, but she’d felt as if he was looking directly at her, watching her, studying her.
Several days later, while rushing down the corridor to fetch someone a clipboard, she ran right into his chest. She bounced backward and fell onto her bottom. It was as if she ran into a brick wall, an immoveable force. But that wasn’t what had shocked her. What had shocked her was the rush of her blood, the quickening of her pulse and the flutter of her heart that resulted from the quick contact. A firestorm of desire charged through every cell in her body, collecting between her legs. Her pussy tightened as a bead of cream dampened her panties. With a flushed face, Taylor grabbed her clipboard and looked up to find Stefan Kornak staring down at her. Just as she was about to speak, his mouth curled up to one side in a smug smile of confidence. His large hand came down and offered to help her up.
“Excuse me Miss…?” Taylor avoided his hand, afraid she’d come right then and there if she dared to touch him again. She brushed at her pants while getting up to her feet. He was tall; his body was a mass of muscled flesh. His face was masculine perfection, almost beautiful and he smelled fresh like the forest after rain.
“Taylor Brixton.” She stated curtly while trying to pretend that the tremble in her voice wasn’t there.
“I am Stefan Kornak. I apologize for knocking you down. Are you alright?”
Not only was he tall, handsome and had the most amazing body she’d ever seen, he had an exotic accent. “Pleased to meet you. I’m fine, really.”
His hand was still held out, but tilted now in anticipation of a formal greeting. She shook his hand and was immediately overcome by a jolt of awareness. Her nipples perked and she pressed her thighs together as her pussy throbbed and threatened to convulse. She pulled her hand away quickly as if she’d been burned. Her cheeks were flush and her eyes were glassy. “I’m sorry; I have to get back to work. It was nice meeting you.” Taylor spun on her heel, but as her eyes left his, she thought she’d seen a momentary flash of red glowing deep inside his ice blue irises. She didn’t think much of it at the time. She was more confused by her body’s reaction to his touch.