Page 13 of Royal Bite
Her personal guards walked in front of her and Corbin. They paused at the shut doors of the unlabeled property. Cesar, her most loyal guard, banged on the door.
They were at an establishment where Hegna enjoyed blowing off steam and to feed. Madam Rice, one of the most well-known madams across the nation, owned discreet feeding clubs that allowed vampires to not only sample the goods but fuck them if one desired. A vampire could have their choice.
Food or sex.
Or both.
Most times Hegna preferred both.
The humans who were donors were well compensated for their time and blood. Madam Rice had establishments all across the country. There was even one in Hegna’s town that she frequented.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t come here. As your advisor, I am highly suggesting we go back to your sister’s home so you and your family can have a much-needed royal family meeting to strategize against the lycans.” Corbin turned to her and met her ferocious gaze head-on. He was one of few people who did not cower from her. Due to their friendship, he had become desensitized to her fierce nature.
Their friendship dated back to when she had just turned one hundred and had been a member of her father’s army. Corbin’s coven had come under attack, and it was Hegna who had dragged him out of a burning building. He had felt he was in debt to her for saving his life. He had refused to leave her side, first serving as her assistant, then working his way to her advisor. Over the years, they had grown as close as siblings.
She eyed her friend. He was tall, lean, with an odd shade of greenish-blue eyes. She made him train to ensure he would be able to protect himself. As the advisor of the future queen, he would always have a target on his back. His hair was silver, falling just below his shoulders. His fangs peeked through from underneath his top lip.
“And as my friend, what would you suggest we do?” Hegna smirked and moved closer to him.
His eyes flicked to the building. Lust and desire appeared briefly in them. Her friend was easy to read. Thankfully, he was not a warrior. His expressions would give away any and all of his battle strategies.
She snorted. “You can’t hide your thoughts from me, my friend. You desire to get your dick wet, and you shall while we are here.”
Hegna clapped Corbin on the back and grinned.
A small window opened on the door.
“Who goes there?” a sniveling voice asked from behind the door.
“The Princess Hegna Riskel, first born daughter of King Niall and Queen Mira Riskel, heir to the throne, warden of the central—”
“If that door doesn’t open in three seconds, I will enter by force and slaughter every living being inside,” Hegna barked, interrupting Cezar. She didn’t have time for formal introductions. She was in the mood for a curvy female with a sweet cunt and delicious blood. Just thinking of soft, supple thighs had her fangs descending.
Her guards shifted next to her. It would only take one order and her warriors would carry out her wishes without questions. Patience was not one of her virtues. She strolled to the front of her security detail. She brandished her fangs at the doorman.
“Does that answer your question?” Hegna snapped. Her hand rested on her daggers that were sheathed on her waist. Tonight, she had changed up her outfit. Normally, she would be in her fighting leathers, but instead of leather pants, she wore her leather kilt with a matching sleeveless tunic. Her knee-high black boots added four inches to her already six-foot frame.
It was her casual warrior look.
“Yes, of course, Your Grace. My apologies,” the voice exclaimed.
The sounds of the locks being undone filled the air.
Hegna ignored Corbin’s muttering about her being rude and impatient. The mistress of this establishment had been alerted that she would be attending. This was the type of welcoming reception they offered their future queen?
“No manners,” Hegna grumbled. Madam Rice would hear her complaint. It was wintertime, and they were currently in Washington state. As a vampire, she didn’t feel the cold as much. Her legs were bare, and maybe she should have worn pants, but knowing where she was going, she wanted to have easy access.
“They both were acting correctly,” Corbin said. He came to stand next to her. “It is customary for you to be announced formally, and that vampire was doing his job. You would question if they just let anyone in without screening them.”
Hegna scowled, refusing to acknowledge that Corbin was right. They entered the establishment. It had not been updated and was reminiscent of a time when vampires were underground. The entrance was dreary. Stone walls on each side of the dark hallway were crumbling slightly. Fire burned in sconces that lined the walls, giving off a little light. Not that she or her vampires needed it. Her vision was impeccable in the dark.
Hegna passed the doorman who gave a low bow, his gray hair hiding his face. She continued on through the short hallway and entered the waiting grated elevator. Corbin stood next to her while her four guards filed in around them. Cezar pulled the grate down and guided the elevator down to the lower level.
“There’s no way I can change your mind?” Corbin leaned over and asked.
“Not for all the blood in the world.” She smirked. Her men deserved to relax and enjoy carnal pleasure. Tensions had been running high ever since the lycans had revealed their numbers were on the rise. “Tonight, men, everything is on me.”
She was met with celebrating cheers and laughter.
