The man standing before her was a fine-tuned machine for a vampire. Kaylee swiped her tongue over her bottom lip as she watched Nacio as he stared out the window of his penthouse suite bedroom. This had become the last remaining safe place for her since the city was overrun with zombies.
Nacio glanced over his shoulder and lifted an eyebrow as she sighed. She'd always assumed vampires were dark and brooding, but not Nacio. His blond highlighted hair and light hazel eyes complimented his muscular body that fit so well in the tan pants and long sleeved ivory shirt he wore.
"You must decided and fast. The queen will arrive soon and there is nothing more I can do to protect you," he spoke in a miniscule whisper and walked over to the bed where she lay. His fingers brushed over her cheek in a caress and Kaylee closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than to pull Nacio on top of her and make her forget the horror she had endured over the past five days.
The only thing he now requested of her for his protection was that she be changed into a vampire, thus making him her master. This would keep her safe from the vampire queen, who not only ruled over the vampires, but the zombies that had ravaged the northern border of the continent.
"I-I'm scared. What if you take too much blood and kill me? I don't want to die." Kaylee's lip trembled and she sat up against the headboard, fisting her fingers through her short black curls.
"One promise I can give you is that you won't die by my hand. I have watched over you for so long and won't let anyone take you away from me."
Kaylee blinked back tears as she thought back to the beginning of all of this. She once had a pretty mundane life, helping her father run his bar and grill while she went to school to get her Masters in social work. She snorted as if she could really do all that much to help those less fortunate than her. But now she was the one who needed help. And, the only one left to turn to was Nacio, the once self-appointed assassin of the vampire queen who'd gone mad and unleashed mayhem and death upon the world.
"I still don't understand why you're helping me. You have nothing to gain but the wrath of your queen. It's not like I'm anything spectacular," she said and shrugged, catching her reflection in the mirror on the wall across from her. Before her sat a woman with tangled hair and dark shadows under her eyes. The dark red silk robe she wore seemed out of place on her person. She knew there wasn't much to recommend with her wide hips and lacking breasts that left men turned off and not sexually aroused.
Nacio gave her a small smile and sat down next to her. He cupped her cheek and took a sniff of her hair that was still damp from her shower. "How soon you forget that when you were only a girl, you and your father saved me from death. Those few months you hid me from my enemies taught me that there is still kindness in this world. I want to return the favor and save you before—"
"Before I'm either tortured and killed or turned into a rabid zombie like they did dad?" Kaylee covered her mouth to stop from retching. For all the good it did her father helping the undead like Nacio. He was rewarded by being captured, changed into a zombie and then sent back to kill his only daughter.
"Lee-Lee..." Nacio whispered and pulled her into a hug. She hid her face in his shoulder and cried softly over her loss, the world going to hell and the need to be loved, even if it was by this man for only a short while.
When her tears subsided, she sat back and looked down at her lap. Nacio sat there unmoving, waiting for her decision. She knew she had run out of options. To belong to this man...this creature who could snap her neck if he wanted to and use her body for his own plaything frightened her even more than the flesh eaters that waited down below.
"I promise to be gentle." Nacio brushed his mouth softly against her own.
She opened her mouth, expecting a brush of his tongue over hers, but it never came. She looked at him and nodded. "What will happen when you change me?"
Nacio stood and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. When it slid to the floor, Kaylee gasped, the concern over her well being forgotten. Never had she seen such rock hard abs on a man where she longed to place her mouth upon and kiss for hours. She blatantly eyed the dusting of hair that disappeared into his pants and when he turned, she almost cried.
"Oh Nacio!" She said tearfully. His front was a sight to be adored, but his back was riddled with scars that crisscrossed every which way.
"We all have scars. Yours are hidden deep inside, while mine are for all to see."
"Did that bitch do this to you?" Kaylee now trembled in anger.
Nacio laughed loudly. "Not from her. The Highness prefers more subtle ways of punishment."
Kaylee almost lifted her arms to pull Nacio in close as he came over to her again. His stomach was in line with her eyes, and as she glanced down, the front of his pants bulged out.
"I can't believe y-you want me. I've never been with a man before." Kaylee blushed and without thinking, caressed the front of his pants where his cock hardened, waiting for her touch.
