Free Ironic Sacrifice by Brooklyn Ann

of rustling fabric until she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Jayden’s eyes snapped open and she was treated to the glorious sight of his naked body before he gripped her thighs and entered her in one smooth slow thrust.
    The aftershock of the orgasm was still upon her and she could feel herself pulsating around him. From the awed look on his face, he could feel it too. His hands slid up her hips, across her stomach, and up her torso before he gripped her and pulled her up towards him.
    “Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered.
    Though her limbs were weak and trembling, she managed to comply. He held her in his arms tenderly as he thrust inside her hard. The contrast drove her insane with lust and her hips bucked against his, matching the furious rhythm.
    Jayden leaned in to kiss him and her eyes widened as she saw his bared fangs and the feral look in his eyes.
    “Do it,” she cried, tossing her hair back.
    His fangs plunged into her throat the same moment another climax hit. She screamed and clung to him for dear life, afraid the intense pleasure would send her hurtling from her body never to return. Razvan continued to feed as she felt him spasm inside her, drawing the shock waves out until she collapsed in his arms.
    “Are you all right?” he asked softly.
    “Mmm hmmm,” she managed.
    Razvan chuckled and lay down, not releasing her from his embrace. He stroked her hair and back until the tremors ceased.
    Never before had she had a more attentive lover…or one that she knew almost nothing about. She thought about his sexy accent. That was as good a place to start as any.
    “Razvan?” she began.
    His eyes slowly opened. “Yes?”
    “Where are you from?” She hoped the question wasn’t to forward.
    He released her and propped up on his elbow. “You will laugh.”
    She frowned, confused at his response, and indelibly curious. “No, I won’t, I promise!”
    He sighed. “I was born and brought up in a village in a land that was once considered part of the Hungarian empire, but is now part of Romania.” At her blank expression, he added, “Transylvania.”
    She took a deep breath to hold back a startled giggle. “You’re kidding. Transylvania? That’s where all the vampire stories come from.”
    “There have always been vampires everywhere.” His stern frown seemed to dare her to contradict him.
    “Hey, I didn’t laugh.” Still, she couldn’t keep from smiling at the irony. “I wonder why so many vampire legends came from there.”
    His frown deepened in irritation with the subject. “One can only imagine.”
    “Akasha said you have a brother…” she ventured again hoping she wasn’t toeing the line of propriety.
    Naked pain slashed across his sinister features. Jayden swallowed in fear that she had angered him.
    Razvan took a deep breath and released it in a long sigh before he replied, “Yes. His name is Radu. We are twins. I haven’t seen him since our mother and father were killed.”
    “I’m sorry for the loss,” she placed her hand tentatively on his. “How did they die?”
    “The villagers set our castle aflame one morning. I do not know if the flames or the sun got to them first.” He closed his eyes as if in remembrance. “I wasn’t there. Radu and I had fought.”
    She longed to ask about the fight, but the shame and sorrow on his face made her hesitant to prod. But she doubted she could hold back her questions for long. His story was more intriguing than she imagined. Twin vampires living in an ancient Romanian castle, vampire parents slain by angry villagers… A thought struck her. If his parents had been vampires, then…“Wait a minute, vampires can reproduce?” she blurted.
    He shook his head, “No, we were adopted. Do not worry, Jayden, I cannot impregnate you.”
    “Why would a vampire want to adopt children?” This conversation was growing more fascinating by the second.
    “Our father, Alexandru Nicolae, was Voivode , lord of our ţări, or what