Page 58 of Forced Vampire Mate

He laughed again, kissing me. Our tongues tangled, heat sparking through both of us. His hands cupped my ass, and he lifted me over him. With one firm motion, he thrust up into me. His fullness inside of me made me moan. I grabbed his arms, my fingers digging into his skin. He fit me perfectly, nudging all the right places.

I kissed his throat and jaw as he held my hips, moving up and down in long, languid strokes. Our bodies pressed together, my breasts up against his chest as I tangled my fingers in his hair. I loved being this close to him. I loved the feeling of our union, of knowing that we belonged to each other.

“Fucking in the bathtub, check,” I moaned into his ear as he kept up his controlled, even thrusts. The water lapped at our bodies in time with his motions.

“Is the pace good for you?” he nipped my shoulder, his fangs distended. He wanted to drink badly, but was determined to keep in control.

I nodded. “I love that we can make love like this. I love our more frenzied passion, and of course, I love when we spar before sex.” I leaned back so I could look into his eyes, moving with him now. The pace remained languid, unhurried. “But I also love that we can be tender, that something so slow and steady can feel just as good as having violent orgasms one after another.”

“Violencedoesturn you on,” Luken grunted, his hands tightening on me. He was beginning to throb inside of me. He was so very close that it took my breath away.

“Like it doesn’t turn you on?”

He laughed and kissed me. I let my hands trace down his chest, exploring him as I adjusted the way I moved, finding an angle that rubbed my clit as well. Tension built, my thighs clenching around his. This was one of the most exciting discoveries we’d made since returning to the palace. We were comfortable with each other; we had more than sex to bring us together, and without the constant distrust and tension, we were free to explore tenderness.

“And to think that I was afraid you would get bored of me not knowing about all the different, wild ways to have sex,” I moaned as he kissed my breasts, our bodies arching and undulating. “I could be satisfied if this was the only way we ever made love again.”

Luken nipped at my skin. “So you don’t want to try new things anymore?”

A teasing ripple came through the bond, as well as a promise. I clenched around his cock, making him gasp and moan. With one hand, I cupped his cheek with my hand and redoubled my efforts. My thighs were already shaking, and heat washed through me within moments. The tension released, and I slumped into his chest. Luken came shortly after, holding me tight as he rocked into me again and again.

He came with a groan, pulling me closer as he buried himself as deep as he could into me. The water rocked gently around us, the hit of cool air and warm liquid enhancing the pleasure of the moment.

I leaned back, grinning at my husband. “So you have something new for us to try?”

He stood, wrapping my legs around him so he was still inside of me. I laughed as he maneuvered out of the tub and to the bedroom. There, he laid us on the bed, holding me in place with his weight, and reached into his bedside drawer. From inside, he drew out a thick glass cock. I recognized the ridges and veins instantly.

“And who did you pose for to make that?” I asked, surprised that he’d kept it a secret from me.

“A lovely artist I knew about two hundred years ago,” he answered. He handed me the cock. “I thought you might like to start experimenting with toys.”

I ran my hand over the smooth glass, considering it. “And is this to use on me or you?”

“What do you want?” Luken asked, his voice husky with promise.

I kissed the tip of the glass cock, then him. “Both.”

Luken grinned. He rolled us to our sides and took the cock back. He slid it down my back as he withdrew from me, then toyed with my entrance with the cool glass. I lifted my leg higher, grinning as his eyes glowed brighter. The bond swelled deeper between us.

This was going to be a night to remember.

Epilogue

Tally and Ember Holakas entered the world without much fuss and right on time. I healed quickly and adjusted to motherhood better than I thought I would. The sleepless nights were difficult, but luckily, as the Honeyblood queen, I had lots of help. Luken was always eager to be a father, and for three months, we took time off our royal duties, trusting Marissa to run the show.

Tonight, our three-month-old twins will have their official debut as our heirs. I carried little black-haired Tally, while Luken held our tow-headed Ember. Her coming out blonde was a surprise to all of us. Looking at Luken’s family history, though, we found she looked stunningly similar to his maternal grandmother.

“Announcing King Luken Holakas, Queen Elara Tideborne, and the princesses, Tally and Ember Holakas,” Marissa announced as we descended the stairs.

The ballroom had been strung with pastels in shades of blue, purple, and pink. It was so different from the normal jewel and sober tones I couldn’t help but giggle to myself. I smiled at our guests as they lined up to pay their respects to our girls.

“Congratulations, your… majesties?” Bain said, sounding a little uncertain when he reached us. The shifters still didn’t trust vampires, but Bain had volunteered to serve as an ambassador. It was quite the change for someone who lived in a tiny village, but he threw himself into the role with as much grace and dignity as anyone.

“Your majesties are right,” Luken murmured to him with a nod. “The princesses are ‘highness.’ How are your mother and sister?”

Bain beamed. “They’re doing well. My mother is dating someone new. We like him. My sister got accepted into university.”

“That’s excellent. Tell them congratulations from us,” I said.

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