The Vampire King Page 3

  “Hold the headboard,” he demanded.

  Again, she obeyed, lifting her arms where he clipped rings around her wrists to hold them in place.

  “Yes. God, you’re beautiful.”

  Above him, he was a sight to behold. Her king was all male, masculine, with dark hair across his enormous chest and a few battle scars. No tattoos adorned his olive skin.

  His large, dark brown eyes held her in place as he slowly pushed his cock in and out of her, stimulating her clit with his thumb while he ran his eyes over her body.

  “I love fucking you.”

  She knew to let him go at his pace, to not interrupt. Francis was a wild lover. Perhaps too much for her at times. Post battle, anything could happen.

  “My queen. I want you in all ways.”

  She needed more, she desperately needed him to move fast, she needed release. Arching her body, she closed her eyes, knowing she’d made a mistake.

  He would punish her for trying to take the lead.

  “Ahh, my love.” He pinched her nipple hard and pulled out of her, moving up her body. Then he pressed his cock into her mouth. “Suck me, Lia, suck me deep.”

  As she did, he leaned behind down and pressed his fingers through her pussy. With his other hand, he lifted her head, allowing his cock to go deep. After gagging twice, he released her. Then positioned himself behind her and slightly twisted her hips, allowing him access to all of her.

  “I love having you so powerless, it makes me so fucking hard.”

  Guiliana both loved and hated it. He scared her at times, but he would never hurt her. It excited her, and the orgasms were most definitely worth it.

  “Please, Francis.”

  “Open for me, Lia.”

  He rubbed the head of his cock against her anus. Her body flared with desire, and she shook. Little by little he pressed in, the cream of her pussy creating a natural lubricant he made use of.

  “Fuck yes, so fucking tight. God, fuck!”

  The king pounded in and out of her, pushing three fingers in her pussy, his thumb on her clit, and didn’t let up.

  “Yesyesyesyesyes, Francis.” she cried, as all her senses exploded.

  He pulled out of her rear, then back into her pussy as he released his seed. He reached up and quickly released her wrists, her arms flopping on the bed as pleasure filled her body and mind.

  When she finally had use of her arms again, she nudged his shoulders. He lifted off her and flopped onto his back.

  “Come here.” He said, and gathered her in his arms. She lay on his chest, a leg flopped over his. “I’m still angry with you.”

  His head lifted; an eyebrow raised. “Shall we go again?”

  She gave him a sly smile. “No, you shall not, my king.”

  Francis lay back down on the pillow and smiled. His eyes closed.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  The next evening, they traveled home to Moretti Castle in Cambridge, a mere fifty miles out of London. The social season had just started, with over fifty young women being presented to Queen Victoria in court.

  Not that they were counting.

  “Do we know whether Lady Emily Harrington will be in town?” Craig asked.

  “You mean, again. The Countess was most upset when you offered no proposal at the end of the season.” Vincent said.

  “Do I look human?” he raised an eyebrow.

  “I know that, but these ladies do not. You need to be fair to them. She will be an outcast if she does not secure a husband this year.”

  “It’s just madness,” Brayden said, turning his eyes from the rolling hills back to his travel companions.

  “The human mating process?” Craig smirked.

  “Yes, and that we are sitting in this wretched carriage for hours upon hours when we could simply teleport back to the castle.”

  They all nodded knowingly.

  His mother had insisted they travel this way to ease suspicion and so she could enjoy some of the human things she had missed out on. God only knew why she chose this long, drawn out, boring example.

  Their carriage was spacious and luxurious compared to many others, with the exception of Queen Victoria’s fleet.

  “In any case, the season works to our advantage,” he added. “While the men dance around in their penguin suits, we swoop in and teach their women about the marriage bed.”

  “So, it’s a public service,” Craig nodded.

  “A community service.”

  As the two of them bellowed with laughter, Vincent shook his head, though not without a grin.

  “Also, I’ve laid claim to Lady Lilly Thompkins,” Brayden said, wiping his eyes. “And Eva Fitzgerald.”

  Vincent shook his head again, and this time frowned. His brother shifted the curtain to look outside the carriage. Brayden looked at Craig and winked.

  “Then I might turn my attentions to the ladies of our own court. What’s that lovely blonde-haired beauty? Kate some...”

  No sooner had the name left his lips than his brother was across the space with his hand around his throat.

  Yes, he’d expected it.

  “Keep your filthy hands off, Kate!” Vincent hissed. “That goes for both of you!”

  Spluttering and laughing, Brayden gripped his brother’s wrist, waiting for the heir to the throne to release him.

  One thing he never did, not even in front of Craig, was show his more dominant strength. It was important everyone believe Vincent was the most alpha brother.

  “Let the fuck go, brother.”

  “Give me your word!”

  He coughed out another laugh. “She’s yours. Good god, man, I was joking.”

  Vincent released him and sat back in his seat, kicking him in the shins.

  “Ouch.”

  Fucker. That had actually hurt.

  “You do not joke about her. I mean it.”

  “So, Kate is your mate?” Craig boldly asked.

  One thing Vincent did well was authority. He was in no doubt about his place in the royal family and who he would be one day.

  The king.

  He slowly turned to the commander, power rolling off him.

  “She is none of your business. Do I need to clarify the matter any further?”

  A round of nopes and the carriage was silent.

  “And you two little shits can stop telepathing each other.”

  Brayden held up his hands, fighting his grin. “Calm the fuck down. We heard you.”

  All vampires could telepath once they had exchanged blood with another. It took very little and was a common act if there was cause to want to communicate more easily.

  They had not been telepathing as they both were all but convinced the tall blonde was the heir’s mate. A matter of interest, beside the opportunity to taunt his brother, because she could be their future queen.

  Vincent had been as playful with females as any male vampire over the centuries. Yet perhaps more of a gentleman than he and Craig.

  Kate’s arrival at the vampire court a few months ago had changed him. Recently she had attended their annual ball, and after two agonizing hours of watching his brother not ask her to dance, Brayden had intervened.

  He walked up to her and extended his hand, asking her for a dance. No sooner had she half smiled, disappointment lining her face he was not his brother, than the male himself had showed up.

  Glaring at Brayden, he pushed him aside and Kate’s face had lit up. He had winked cheekily at the female and waved the two onto the dance floor.

  No thanks were ever received.

  Craig caught his eye and a small risky smile hit both their lips. He looked away, knowing the next few months were going to be fun.

  Just before the sun rose, the two royal carriages pulled up outside the castle.

  “Casa dolce casa,” he said, stretching his tall, large body.

  “I don’t know about you, but I feel the need to celebrate after last night’s success,” Craig said, slapping him on the shoulder.
/>   He laughed.

  “Once we have updated the Lieutenants on the latest situation, we can play my friend.”

  Security first, play second.

  It was his rule. He may appear to be a playboy, and he was, but he took the safety of his family, the throne, and his race extremely seriously.

  A few hours later, he was sipping a rather nice whiskey while a blonde vampire sucked his cock vigorously. Around him dozens of others engaged in delicious and interesting sexual acts.

  Smoke wafted from cigars, the smoke rising into the high ceilings of the grand castle. Crystal chandeliers hung sparkling in the haze, and around him sat luxurious furniture. On the wall paintings of his family—including his own fine face—hung in large gold edged frames.

  Thank god for the heavy drapes that kept the sunlight out of the castle during the day, saving them all from turning to ash. Many vampires around the world lived in boarded up homes, caves, or underground properties, limited to the hours they could get access to food and water.

  While they survived on blood, they also required food and water for nourishment. More could be done for the race and they were setting up alternative systems every day with the technologies being developed by humans.

  The music from the piano filled the room, and he glanced over when he heard the keys smash as one. The male had given up and lifted a big-breasted female onto it, then ripped open his shirt.

  He didn’t blame the guy—how anyone could focus in the middle of an orgy; he didn’t know. The sounds of pleasure were its own kind of music.

  “Got everything you need, my prince?” Craig asked with a grin as he walked past. His hand stroking his own cock.

  “More so than you, by the looks.”

  The male laughed and kept walking.

  Someone nearby let out a loud groan, which set others off, and Brayden smiled. God, he loved a good orgy.

  He set his drink down and lifted the blonde female’s face off his cock. Thank goodness she was pretty. He had paid little attention when she’d first licked him.

  “My lord?”

  “Sit on me,” he ordered.

  She looked delighted as she climbed up onto his lap and straddled him. He directed his cock at her entrance and spread her moisture around.

  “Down you go, pretty.” she lowered, and he grunted in pleasure at her tightness. “Fuck yes.”

  Gripping her hips, he thrust into her hard and fast. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Craig take a cock in his mouth as he fucked a female from behind. That set him off, and he released into the female in long powerful shots.

  “My lord, oh my lord.”

  A few short moments later, he patted her bottom and sent her on her way. He took a long swig of his drink and glanced around. A male sat stroking his cock, gazing at Brayden’s body. Unlike Craig, or any other male in the room, no one would shove a cock in his mouth.

  He was the prince, their captain.

  It wasn’t the males on males were frowned on, not at all. It was simply that one didn’t touch a royal unless he was invited to.

  Brayden, however, felt like some variety. He moved to sit beside the good looking vampire. He glanced down at his own cock.

  “It’s yours if you want,” he offered the male.

  Licking his lips, the vampire leaned down and took him in his mouth. His powerful tongue sliding up and down his length.

  Oh fuck yes.

  Brayden shut his eyes and placed one of his arms on the pillar, letting the male suck him off. Sometimes guys just knew how to get the right spot. Arms came around him from behind as the attached body twined around him. Beautiful breasts were suddenly on offer, so he took one and tweaked the nipple. The owner groaned, plunging her fingers inside herself and groaning.

  “I’m next, my lord, you promised me last time.”

  “Fuck,” he cried as the male sucking his cock came through with the goods. “Sure, on your back and legs in the air.”

  God, he loved a good orgy.

  CHAPTER SIX

  “Good evening my lord.”

  Vincent froze mid-step.

  “I’m sorry I gave you a fright,” the beautiful voice said.

  The blonde with the large blue eyes standing in front of him couldn’t frighten a fly, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. She was tall for a female and had, like his mother, a strength about her.

  What frightened him, however, was his reaction to her.

  What frightened him was the way he felt a loss of control around her.

  He turned into a blithering mess and couldn’t focus his thoughts, and his body lost all control.

  Namely, his cock.

  “Perhaps you shouldn’t go sneaking around the castle at this hour.” he snapped, and immediately wanted to slap himself across the back of the head.

  He heard her brief intake of breath.

  “I was doing no such thing.” She snapped.

  Vincent tried to stop himself from speaking, but the words kept flowing. “I apologize. Perhaps you should return to my brother’s orgy along with all the other...”

  “If you finish that sentence, Vincent Moretti, you will be sorry!” she growled.

  He glared at her.

  His eyes narrowing.

  So she had been there.

  Vincent took a few predatory steps towards her.

  He heard Kate’s heart rate sped up.

  He narrowed his eyes further and leaned down. “Tell me you were not in attendance.” he demanded in a low voice.

  Both her eyes and mouth opened, her cheeks blushing.

  Hands on his hips now, his eyes ran over her body as if looking for evidence. Her clothing seemed in place, and he couldn’t scent any other males on her. It didn’t mean she hadn’t bathed in the rock pool of his brothers’ party sanctuary.

  He closed his eyes to stop the image of her in there with the other male’s hands on her.

  Only months ago, he had attended the orgies himself regularly. Recently, he had lost the urge.

  “Answer my question.” He growled.

  “There was no question, my lord, simply an accusation.”

  “Actually, it was an order. But if you need it in a question form then, tell me, were you, or were you not, at today’s orgy?”

  She shook her head and turned away. He gripped her arm.

  “Take your hands off me right now.”

  No one talked to any member of the royal family in such a manner. And yet he did as she demanded.

  “Vincent Moretti, you are an ass.” She stepped forward and poked his chest.

  Her finger was touching his skin because of the open white shirt he wore. He quickly gripped her finger and pulled her closer.

  Lowering his voice, he said one more time, “Tell me you were not there, Katie.”

  She sucked in a breath at the affectionate use of her name. “Yes. I walked in.”

  His eyes flared. “And?”

  His cock suddenly hardened at the thought of her in there. Naked, wet, and ready for him. His fist clenched as he imagined other males seeing her flesh.

  “I left.”

  “Why?”

  She shook her head, but he lifted her chin, and her eyes followed a second later.

  “Tell me, Kate, why did you leave?”

  Those eyes turned to fire as she tried to push away. “Damn you, Vincent, stop it.”

  He slammed his mouth down on hers, and the world shifted on its axis.

  She melted into his body as he wrapped his hands around her tiny waist. Their mouths became one, tongues entwining and souls connecting.

  Passion swirled through him as if like they were in the middle of a tornado. He could barely breathe as pleasure flushed through his body. He gentled the kiss, and they stood holding each other, staring.

  Shit.

  He stepped back and ran a hand over his face. “Kate, I’m sorry.”

  Her hand flew to her mouth. “You’re sorry? Sorry?”

  Her eyes filled with mo
isture, and then she turned and walked away.

  Vincent stood watching her go.

  When she reached the doorway, she looked back at him. “Fuck you, Prince Moretti. Do not come near me again.”

  As she disappeared, Vincent felt his chest ache in a way he’d never felt in his life. Like his last breath had just been taken from him.

  He knew he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life.

  Now he had to fix it.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Guiliana sat in her mate’s lap as he fed her boiled eggs out of little cups. How he managed not to crush them with his strong vampire hands was a mystery.

  While vampires were far less prudish than humans, she still felt for their staff who had to stand around watching their public displays of affections.

  Francis had been like this from day one. There was no changing him, and she wouldn’t dream of it.

  “Open,” he said gruffly.

  His roughness didn’t bother her. He would no sooner harm her than he would one of their sons. He was simply an alpha male, like no other.

  His thumb rubbed along her thigh, through the thin layer of her chemise. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue, capturing the spoon, while her eyes caught his. She swept the egg from the metal utensil and closed her eyes, moaning in delight at his offering. Wiggling in his lap ever so subtly.

  “Little witch,” he whispered.

  She grinned.

  “You will not give this up, will you?”

  She shook her head and smiled innocently.

  Mostly.

  “Leave us!” he ordered the staff. “Lock the doors behind you.”

  “The boys will be here for their meal any moment,” she said, knowing it was a waste of breath.

  The plates were pushed aside, and she was lifted onto the table. Her chemise was briskly pulled up while she yanked at his shirt. Then he was inside her.

  Gently, he lowered her down onto the table, laying over her.

  He grinned.

  She grinned back.

  Then their smiles vanished as he moved deep within her.

  “Mi amour,” she said in her native Italian. Or rather, in the ninth century when she had been human, she had spoken Latin.

  Yes, she was that old. And yet, still alive.