Captured (Vampire King Book 2) (10 page)

He
grumbled, laid his head on my breasts, and rubbed the side of his face against
my nipples.

“It
was only a few drops. He didn’t bite me or drink from my skin,” I said. “A
hundred guards are looking for me. It wouldn’t hurt to have some more
protection.”

“I’m
your king and protector.”

“What
if I need to be guarded from you?”

He
rose. His hands went to the top of the shirt I wore, his shirt, and ripped it
away, exposing my breasts. The cool air tickled my nipples. He licked his lips.
“Ian won’t be able to stop me from getting to you if I want to. No one will.
Not even Ambi could prevent me.”

His
tongue lapped at my nipple with long torturous strokes. I writhed under him,
crying out with delight. He tore away more of the shirt until it was shredded
cloth on top of the bed. “Do you believe me?”

“Yes.”
I arched into him.

He
fondled my nipples and then laid a trail of kisses from my breasts down to my
belly button. “Touch my horns.”

“Say
please,” I whispered.

“Please.”
He rubbed his horns against my stomach. Shivers soared up my spine and
delivered waves of tingling lust. I clutched the horns in my hands and massaged
them up and down in a circular motion.

“You’ve
been a bad queen. I’m going to punish you with my mouth.” He pushed my legs
apart.

I
moaned. His tongue licked. His fangs nipped at my sensitive flesh and I
screamed and let my gaze go to the ceiling. And then shock blasted my whole
body.

Ian
hovered above us. His copper eyes gazed down at me.
He has eyes now!
Half of his face hid in the shadows. But what I
saw shook me with surprise. Pale skin covered the half I could see. No more
gray and dusty surface. His lips curled into a smile as his copper eyes strayed
from my face and traveled to the nipples Samuel was teasing with his fingers.

Why is he still up there?
I was mortified that Ian was
watching us.

Samuel’s
mouth enclosed around my clitoris, enveloping the swollen bud in warmth and
moistness. It felt so good. It took everything inside me to focus on getting
Ian off the ceiling and out of the room. Samuel lapped at me.
Yes.
I whimpered and shook my head,
trying to gesture for Ian to leave, but he stayed there, hanging from the
ceiling and watching me as I ground into Samuel’s delicious mouth, unable to
fight off the orgasm that begged to break through the surface.

Come for me, my queen.
Samuel’s voice seeped into my
mind, taking my attention away from Ian on the ceiling. My whole focus shot to
Samuel’s sucking, his magical hands, and his seductive voice.

Who am I to you?
he asked.

“My
king!” I shrieked.

The
orgasm ripped my senses apart. It blinded and deafened me to my surroundings. I
rocked into Samuel’s mouth, closing my eyes and tightening my grip on his
horns. He thrust three fingers into me. I came again, spasming on blissful
waves.

“I
can’t…take…anymore.” I trembled uncontrollably against him as his fingers
disappeared. I opened my eyes. Ian remained there, gazing down as Samuel kissed
my thighs.

Damn you, Ian. Leave! Are you
trying to get killed?

Ian’s
eyes met mine and then in a flash, he crept away with no sound, disappearing
into the ceiling’s shadows.

Can he hear my thoughts?

“Blood
drops or not,” Samuel’s face rose as his gaze pierced mine, “I won’t share you
with him or any other.”

“I
don’t want another lover. He’ll only protect me in the sewers.”

“And
what was he protecting you from just now?” Samuel gestured to the ceiling. “Did
he think I was going to kill you with my tongue?”

I
froze under him as he climbed up to me until his head leveled with mine.

“I
don’t know why he watched.”

“I
do.” Samuel entered me, his cock solid and thick. “And like I said before, I
won’t share you.”

He
drove into me hard, slipping into my slick, wet tunnel with ease. “Who are you
to me?”

My
blood stirred in my veins from me just hearing the question. “Your queen.”

Chapter Seven

Samuel,
Ty, Victoria, and I rode inside a newly polished silver wagon. A human servant
sat in the front and guided the horses toward Octavia’s party. Thick black
curtains draped the windows. Samuel told me vampires used them for protection
from the sun during daylight travel. I slid the curtains to the side and
pressed my cheek against the window’s cool glass. My nerves were jittery since
I was so close to the castle, but still, I couldn’t help but gasp in
fascination at the view of Capitol City.

It
was a windy night full of nature’s greatest dance—indigo clouds swished by
glittering stars, the trees’ branches packed with jade leaves swayed back in
forth in a trance, and throughout the show the two moons, now shaped like
shimmering white Cs, lounged in the sky as spectators. We rode by a massive
gate and a huge white sign with black letters that read,
Noble Estates
.

“Have
you ever seen this part of the city?” Samuel whispered in my ear.

“No.
This is one of the domina-restricted areas.”

“Well
then, welcome to the land of vampires with upper-crust bloodlines and way more
money than sense.” Samuel did a dramatic twirl with his hand. “Try not to vomit
from their greatness.”

Victoria
sniffed Samuel’s way. “Is that envy I smell?”

“No.
It’s the rotting souls of the heartless rich.” Samuel placed his ivory mask
back on his face. It only covered his forehead, nose, and the area around his
eyes.

His
horns remained erect and pushed through his black-and-blond hair. He hadn’t
figured out how to draw them back in. I assumed the horns appeared due to his
rage and so I tried to calm him. Therefore, the day was filled with several
failed plans—candlelit meditation, a warm bath, a cup of hot sarsaparilla tea,
a pipe full of Zumayan mushrooms, and several sensual sessions of our bodies
intermingled together. No matter what, his newfound horns remained. Thankfully,
Octavia’s parties boasted of fights, wild sex, and odd behavior. Samuel dressed
in an all-white costume and mask. If anyone asked, he would tell them he was
honoring the god Ambi, who was always depicted in ivory with black obsidian
horns shooting out of his head. He could get away with the weird disguise tonight,
but by tomorrow night, we needed to fix the problem.

“You’re
just jealous, Samuel,” Victoria stated.

“Leave
Samuel alone, Mooshkee.” Ty placed his arm on Victoria’s shoulder. They both
wore hats coated in white wolf hair and matching satin suits, except Victoria’s
suit formed to her body and exposed an ample amount of cleavage.

“I
told you not to call me that in public,” she muttered, yet a wide smile spread
across her face and the couple began exchanging low murmurs and lust-filled
glances.

“Have
I told you how enchanting you look tonight?” Samuel trailed his fangs along the
outline of my neck. Shivers rocked my body. The more his fangs touched me, the
greater my reaction came.

It’s addicting.

I
swallowed down the ache that was building in my chest. “Please put those fangs
away before we start something in front of your friends.”

He
licked his lips and kissed the curve of my neck, letting his gaze travel over
the crimson beaded gown I wore. It was strapless, hugged all my curves, and had
two slits that started at my hips and ended at my ankles. A brown wig concealed
my red hair. The wavy strands fell down to my waist.

“Is
it wrong that I see those creamy white legs and just want to mark them with my
fangs?” he whispered.

“I
think if I thought about it for a long time, it would be a bit frightening.”

“What
is it now?”

“Tempting.”
I crossed my legs and exposed the curve of my thigh. “Maybe I’ll let you bite
me tonight, but you’ll have to be a good vampire.”

“I
need your permission now?” He laughed and brushed his lips against my ear.
“You’ll beg me with your thighs open wide and those sweet folds dripping wet.
You’ll yell I’m your king until your voice is hoarse and then, and only then,
will I mark you where I choose.”

“You’ve
smoked too many mushrooms.” I shuddered as he nipped the tip of my ear.

“Hmmm.
I guess we’ll see about that.”

I
grinned and turned back to the window.

Shiny
copper buildings raced by; the image of us in the wagon reflected in their
gleaming foundations. Samuel was correct. The area overflowed with rich
vampires. In the city’s poor sections, most lived in concrete homes stacked on
top of themselves and dressed in ripped clothing. Here, in Noble Estates,
almost every building or house was made out of high-priced metal bricks—silver
houses, gold stores, and bronze blood restaurants. On the gray-stoned paths, no
one simply walked. Instead, they strolled with an air of privilege and wealth,
adorned with gemmed chains around their necks and ornate glass pipes in their
hands. Women sauntered in lovely satin gowns and held lace parasols with jewels
dangling around the rim. Men pranced along, sporting silver-tipped canes and
wearing expensive silk suits with ostrich feathers outlining the collars.

“Are
they all going to Octavia’s party?” I asked.

“If
not hers, someone else’s,” Samuel replied. “All they do is party, smoke, and
drink blood.”

The
wagon paused at the end of a crowded road. A long line of vampires and humans
stood near a hole. One-by-one, they climbed down into it. It looked so
ridiculous—people wearing heels and elaborate outfits crawling into the sewer.
Masks, hoods, veils, and large hats hid their identities. Although so many
people came and knew about them, parties were still forbidden by the King. No
one wanted to be seen going in to one.

“Here
we are.” Ty removed his arm from Victoria’s shoulder.

Two
muscular men wrapped in silver leather pants and vests flanked the hole. We
left the wagon and headed to them.

“Disk?”
one of the guards said.

Samuel
handed over a disk with his mother Queen Regina’s mascot, a silver snake,
decorating it.

“Welcome.”
The guard handed it back and gestured for us to climb in.

Unlike
the ladder to Samuel’s sewer, which was hot and coated in waste, carpeted steps
led into Octavia’s. A fast-tempo violin song soared down the dark pathway.
Mushroom smoke drenched the air and combined with the scent of blood. Laughter
sounded from the doorway ahead.

“We
should separate and not walk in as one group, just in case something happens.
It will give us the opportunity to give the possible attacker a surprise,” Ty
suggested. “Victoria and I will be off on the side. Signal when you need me,
Samuel.”

“Don’t
forget these underground parties always have several escape routes, just in
case the Royal Guards arrive.” Victoria yanked a red sheet of paper from her
jacket. “I made a map of possible routes out of this particular sewer.”

Samuel
waved it away. “I’m the best pathfinder in the city. I don’t need a map.”

“Correction,”
Victoria laughed, “you’re the third best.”

Victoria
and Ty rushed off, chuckling to each other.

“Please,
stay next to me the whole time.” Samuel clasped his hand on mine.

“Well,
I’ll try, unless there’s another vampire prince that catches my eye.”

He
nipped at my chin as we entered a huge room full of people swaying with one
another in an erotic fashion. The few vampires who weren’t dancing had their
fangs sunk into the necks of priestesses, human women in amber gowns, who
served the sun goddess Ressi. They believed their entire life’s purpose was to
feed vampires with their blood. Further in, I spotted a violinist rubbing his
bow across the musical strings so fast his arm blurred at times. A female
vampire played on a piano behind him, dressed in a blood-red lace gown and
matching large hat that swooped down and hid part of her face.