Page 70 of Kingly Bitten
I wanted more.
I wanted her.
I didn’t want to share.
And I didn’t have to. I was a fucking royal. An old vampire. The future king.
I pulled her into the executive chair across from Darius and Juliet, forcing Calina to straddle my thighs. Her lace dress was still bunched up to her hips, placing her slick folds right against the zipper of my pants.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my sense of control slipping.
I was supposed to be teaching her. Showing her how to behave. Ensuring her survival. But all I wanted was to unfasten my trousers and plunge deep inside her.
The feral snarl from Darius wasn’t helping. His grunts didn’t either. And neither did the savage song of fucking that followed as he took Juliet against the table.
This was no longer about demonstrating society’s expectations for Calina, but about animalistic need and sensual anticipation.
I bit her tongue, desiring her blood more than the sweetened wine from Darius.
Calina’s essence filled our mouths, giving me what I craved.
I nicked my own tongue in the next second, giving her access to the power bursting through my veins.
It was so natural. Yet I never did this with my consorts. But something about this female called to the dark beast inside me, the one that desired carnal possession of her body.
She’d bespelled me entirely, destroying my focus and undoing the groundwork I’d been attempting to establish here.
“Unbutton my pants,” I commanded against her lips. “Now.”
Her hands went to my belt first. Then to the button. But her cunt was too close to my cock for her to unzip the barrier between us.
I pushed her back on my legs, eager to complete the path we were on, only for that brief second of disconnect between us to remind me of our purpose.
I felt dizzy with indecision, my mind torn between strategic maneuvering and fucking the woman on my lap.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I never craved females this badly. I never lost control. I was over four thousand years old.
One taste and I’d nearly lost my damn mind again.
This female was dangerous.
I needed her out of my system. Leashed.On her knees.
“Kneel.” It came out on an angry snarl that had her jolting to comply. I didn’t give her a moment to find her comfort. Didn’t allow her to prepare for my crudeness. Just finished unzipping my pants, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and harshly demanded she open her fucking mouth.
She did.
I thrust home.
Andfuckkk,it was like I’d gone straight to heaven.
Her velvety smooth tongue stroked my shaft, her throat closing beautifully around the head.
She choked.
I didn’t care.
