Her little breasts came to sharp points beneath the black fabric. It wasn’t like he could see much but what he could see was enough to leave him salivating.
“Pardon.” He forced his attention back on the females before him. “What did you say?” He suddenly realized one of the females had spoken.
Two dragon shifters were talking with the stunning vampire. They were both mated so he could relax and concentrate on the job at hand. Getting to know the highborn females, he needed to decide who he wanted to meet with again.
“How is your lord father?” Camil raised her brows. She licked her lips as he turned his attention to her. Her cheeks turned a rosy red. So innocent. He should be drawn to one such as her and yet his eyes kept straying to the sexy vampire.
Charlotte. She turned away from him, giving him a glimpse of her back. Fuck if his dick didn’t stir. Here and now. Damn! She was every carnal desire he’d ever had and then some. It didn’t help that she was so much better than he remembered her. Infinitely so. If she’d haunted his dreams before, now she filled every waking thought as well. It was maddening. He should never have rutted her … and yet he couldn’t find it in himself to be sorry. He obviously liked to torture himself. It could not happen again though. He’d worked so hard to stay far away from her. Just a little longer.
“My lord father … Katar is well …” he choked out, forcing his gaze back to the lovely creature before him. Her ears were not quite as pointy as Gwen’s, but she seemed very kind. Very … sweet. The perfect type to have on his arm as queen. Sweet and agreeable and kind. Most importantly, she was an elf. Yes, she would do nicely. He needed to have Savar set up a meeting with this female and soon. “As well as can be expected,” he added, feeling the weight of all of those feminine eyes on him. All vying for his attention. All trying to capture his interest.
Charlotte had barely looked his way this whole time. His gaze moved back in her direction. He couldn’t help but look. Fucking hell! A vampire was talking with her. He didn’t like the look the male was giving her. He knew that look all too well. When Charlotte glanced away ‒ not in his direction ‒ the male’s gaze dropped to her breasts. It pissed him off. Although, it shouldn’t. Her breasts were perfect. Big enough to bounce but small enough to fit in his mouth. Every unmated male in the room tracked her movements. He was surprised it had taken this long for one of them to pounce.
“That is good to hear, my lord.” He looked back at the female and Camil smiled sweetly.
“Um … will you schedule meetings with us soon?” It was the tall, elegant Farire who spoke. She inclined her head. “I, for one, am looking forward to getting to know you better, sire.”
“Yes.” Gwen took a step forward, casting her eyes to the ground. “If it would please you, sire. Savar keeps telling my lord father that you are too busy. I hope now that the crowning ceremony has …”
By all that was fucking green!
It was the bear shifter. The alpha himself. He and the vampire male looked like they were getting ready to fight, even though they were greeting one another. They clasped hands and glared at one another. It was clear that both males were after Charlotte.
Not a fuck!
“Excuse me if you will.” He glanced around the group, noticing the looks of disappointment the females gave him. “Savar will schedule meetings starting tomorrow.” Keto looked in the direction of his assistant. “Do that now, Savar. Maybe three lovely females a day.”
Savar looked shocked. “Of course, my lord. Right away.” Good! That would get the male off of his back, at least for a couple of minutes.
Keto tried to smile. Tried to look carefree. “I look forward to spending time with each of you.” His eyes flashed to the two males and then to Charlotte, inching his way towards them. Not wanting to push any of the elven females to the side. That would be rude. Thankfully they slowly parted, giving him enough space to make his exit.
He strode forward, but his sister grabbed his arm. Why couldn’t they leave him alone? “Congratulations.” She hugged him. “You said that you have some information that might help.” Her eyes filled with hope and longing and he felt guilty for wanting to push Esral away. His mind raced. What information? All he could think of right now was a certain vampire female and the two males now clearly vying for her attention.
“My garden,” she whispered. “Or lack thereof.”
“Yes,” Keto blurted. “Only, there is something important I need to take care of. Can we talk in the morning, over breakfast?”
She smiled. “Of course. Shall we say eight? We have to leave early.”
“Yes, of course,” he mumbled, trying to keep his focus on Esral.
“The crown looks good on you.” His sister looked up at the golden ring on his head. It was fashioned to look like ivy.
“Thank you.” He gave her a quick hug, his eyes straying back to the males who were chest to chest, hate reflected in their eyes. He needed to defuse the situation. Couldn’t have a fight at his crowning ceremony. It had nothing to do with the fire that rushed through his veins. White-hot and angry. It had absolutely nothing to do with the jealousy twisting his stomach into knots. “I will speak to you in the morning.”
Esral nodded but he didn’t stay long enough to hear her reply. He reached the group just as Charlotte let go of the males’ arms. It was clear that she was trying to keep the situation from getting out of control. She said something he couldn’t make out. There were too many people making too much fucking noise. Someone tried to lock eyes with him, wanting to talk to him, but he ignored them. Someone else tried to wave him over but he ignored them as well. The wolf said something that sounded like ‘good idea’ but he wasn’t sure.
“So,” the vampire male stepped forward. What an arrogant prick. Keto felt an instant dislike for the male who still looked angry despite the smile that appeared on his face. Then again, it was more of a smirk. “Would you like me to walk you back to your suite?” He winked suggestively at Charlotte and Keto’s blood boiled all the more. Then the male got a look of disgust as he glanced at the alpha. “Or …”
The bear shifter stepped forward, cutting off the vampire. “Would you like to take a walk with me? It’s a beautiful evening, who knows where it might take us.” His meaning was clear. Fucker!
“Choose.” The vampire grinned, looking like a complete asshole.
“Yeah, which of us do you want?” the shifter said. Both of these males were so far beneath a female like Charlotte. Why was she even entertaining this? She looked from one male to the other. He couldn’t see her facial expression. For a moment he was tempted to see where this went.
In the end, he didn’t want to know. It would fuck him off royally if she actually chose one of these assholes. “Actually …” he walked up to them. Keto didn’t give two fucks when three pairs of eyes filled with shock as they turned to him. Charlotte’s gorgeous mouth fell open. “I need to see Charlotte immediately. There is a problem in the satellite kitchen that needs your urgent attention.” He turned to the gaping vampire. Still gorgeous even when shocked to the core.
Charlotte frowned. The meals were served, the ceremony over. Her role in this had long since ended. She was a guest at this function. He had no right to order her around.
Problem was, he needed to get her away from these two assholes and it had to happen right fucking now. “Charlotte has been a big hand in putting this event together,” he added, looking at each of the males in turn. Both of them frowned. Neither of them liked his interference. Well, tough shit!
Charlotte narrowed her eyes. She could smell bullshit when she saw it. “Are you sure you—?” She played absently with her pearl necklace, entwining her fingers into the strands.
“I’m quite sure,” he barked, cutting her off. “You’re needed.” He pointed to the double swinging doors to the far rear of the hall.
Thankfully, she gave a nod and walked towards the kitchen. “Excuse us,” he said to the males and then followed the vampire. Her h
ips swayed as she walked. The music cranked up as the dance floor opened. Good timing! His eyes stayed on Charlotte. Riveted. Her back was a thing of beauty. Long lines, smooth skin. So fucking elegant he had to keep himself from putting a hand to the small of her back. Her dress dipped so low that you could almost see the top of her ass. As it was, you could see the two small dimples at the base of her spine. The swinging door almost hit him in the face. Thank the gods for lightning reflexes. He pushed and entered the small, long-since cleaned kitchen. It was deserted. Perfect! Keto had been forced to think on the spot. Luckily, he’d chosen well.
“What is this emergency of which you speak?” She turned to face him, hands on her hips. The female did not look happy. Her eyes blazed, her jaw was tight. Her nipples were tight. He felt it in his groin. He felt it in his sacs. He felt it all-fucking-over.
“I was helping you out.” He took a step towards her and she took a step back.
She frowned, pursing her lips for a moment. “I didn’t need your help.” Her voice was stern. His root took serious note.
“You did.” A low growl. “They were about to go head to head.”
“I was about to choose one of them.” She cocked her head. “The other male would have walked away. Point being, I would have handled the situation.”
He couldn’t help the snort that was pulled from him as he took another step towards her. Charlotte backed up again. “Now you don’t have to.”
“I didn’t need you or anyone else to intervene.” A little more timid-sounding as her back hit the wall.
“Those males were beneath you.” He made a sound of disgust. “A shifter. A lesser. You can do so much better.” He swallowed hard.
“Oh, can I now?” Her voice held an edge of seduction that she probably wasn’t aware of. Her nipples were hard enough to poke holes in her dress.
“Yes. Most fucking definitely.” He stepped in so close that she was forced to look up to maintain eye contact.
“And I suppose you’re going to—” She squealed softly as he turned her around so that her chest was flush up against the wall. So that his root was against her soft ass. It throbbed between them. Hard and long. It would tell her all she needed to know about his need for her.
“Oh, damn straight I’m going to,” he growled as he grabbed her hips, and slid his hands down her thighs.
“What about all those elven females?” He could hear the underlying excitement in her voice. “The ones waiting out there for you?” Excitement laced with … jealousy. She felt it too. This thing between them.
“What of them?” His voice was husky. Keto leaned down and kissed her neck.
Charlotte’s breathing increased, becoming more labored. “You should be out there finding a mate and I should be …”
“Rutting with one of those assholes? Fuck that!” He tried to sound glib and to his shock, managed quite well, but his hands tightened possessively on her thighs, giving him away. Keto forced himself to release her, gripping the bottom of her dress instead. “Tell me to stop and I will.” He moved back a fraction, counted to three and pulled her dress up over her hips. He moved slowly and carefully, giving her ample time to object. Thank fuck she never did. At long last, the fabric lifted to above her ass and he had to suppress a groan. Tight, yet lush. “Tell me you don’t want me inside you and I’ll stop.” He used his thigh to spread her legs and parted his robe easily. Maybe these things weren’t so bad after all. Keto had never fucked in public before, he never thought he would. He shouldn’t but he was going to. Damn straight! His dick jutted free in mere seconds.
Charlotte moaned softly as his root brushed her ass.
“You need to be quiet,” he growled, his breath coming in ragged pants even though he hadn’t even entered her yet. Keto put his cock to her opening. Her flower was wet and ready. So nectar-filled that she glistened. Thank fuck! He needed her more than he’d ever needed anyone. Fucking ever.
“Someone might come in. We might be seen.” But as Charlotte said it, she thrust out her ass, pushing against him.
It was all the invitation Keto needed and he thrust into her. Charlotte cried out. His root was deep and yet it still wasn’t enough. “Shhhhh … I’m going to make you come so hard your eyes will water.” With a single grunt, he began to move.
“Oh … wow … oh.” Her voice was soft yet shrill. “Someone might see.” It sounded like she was biting her lip. Despite what she was saying, she rocked her body back against him, spurring him on. Her pants and little moans told him she was loving every second.
“The only thing …” He worked his root in and out of her tight confines. “I care about is this. You, me, this.” He kept working her. “Everyone else can go to hell.”
“But, my lord …” she groaned.
“Keto,” he growled. “When I’m fucking you, you can call me Keto.” He thrust harder, her hands were flat on the wall. He could hear his balls hitting against her. Her soft pants reverberated around the small kitchen.
“Keto,” her voice was strained.
“Say it again,” he whispered.
“Keto.” She was panting hard. He lifted one of her thighs, opening her up. Keto changed the angle slightly, pounding into her welcoming flesh.
Charlotte cried out. The sounds she was making had his sacs pulling tight. “Quiet now,” he warned, keeping his voice low. Keto reached around her and rubbed her bud. She was wet there too. His finger slid over her tight flesh. Her stem crushed him and she groaned softly. Her pussy became ridiculously tight as her groan became drawn out, from deep in her throat. Too much noise. Keto used his other hand to clasp over her mouth. The little vixen bit into him. His own release hit him hard as her fangs sank into his palm. It pummeled, it destroyed, it rebuilt. It took and it gave. There was a roar building inside him as she sucked. Everyone at the function would know he was rutting Charlotte if he let it rip and, at this rate, he was going to.
Instead, he bit down on her shoulder. Charlotte screamed into his hand which he closed even tighter around her mouth, muffling her cries. His balls exploded and he saw stars. Sweat dripped off of him. He finally slumped forward, crushing her against the wall. “By all that is green,” he mumbled, forcing himself to pull back a little, feeling his thighs shake. Feeling her stem flutter around him. “You are one hell of a female,” he whispered.
“I’m a mess.” Her hair had come undone. Tendrils fell about her face. Her cheeks were flushed. She was still breathing hard, her dress up around her waist. “I need a cloth or something,” she added when he eased out of her and his seed dripped down her thighs.
“You’re perfect.”
“How the hell am I going to go back out there, like this?” Her dress was crumpled, she tried to smooth it down. It wasn’t going to work. She was a hot mess. Had that ‘just fucked’ look down pat, but never more beautiful.
“You’re not going back out there.” He grabbed her hand.
Charlotte frowned. “I have to.”
“No, you don’t and neither do I,” he paused, “I don’t want to.”
“Now that’s crazy talk. This is your function. You have to go back.” Her eyes were wide. Her fangs sharp. “There are leaders from all—”
“I don’t give a fuck. I have my crown.” He pointed to his head. “That’s what they came to see. I’m the king. I can do whatever the fuck I want and I choose to do you.”
Charlotte laughed softly. “You already have.”
“Again. I want you again.” He turned her so that she was facing him properly. “Come to my tree. Spend the night with me.”
Confusion clouded her features. “I’m not sure …” She shook her head.
“Tell me you don’t want me again.”
She bit her lip, still looking unsure.
“Because,” he gripped her hips, “I sure as hell want you again. I want to take you in every room, in every position. I want to own all of you, at least for tonight.”
“Own me?” Her eyes widened some more.
/> “Oh, yes. Every single part of you” He grabbed her ass in both his hands. “I want my dick in your mouth.”
“But my fangs, they …”
“Two little itty bitty fangs don’t scare me.” He leaned forward so that he was speaking directly into her ear. “I want to taste you on my lips, my tongue. I want you to come in my mouth.” She shivered. “I want your ass.” He slipped a hand around her, touching her puckered up hole through the material of her dress.” Another tremble.
“I thought you were done with me. You dismissed me the last time …” She sounded cut up about it. A female like Charlotte probably wasn’t used to being sent away.
“Well, I’m not done with you.” His voice was gruff.
“You were upset with me for taking your blood last time, and I went and did it again.”
“I wasn’t upset. Maybe a bit shaken. I’ve never come like that before. I’ve never experienced such rapture.” His arms tightened around her, his eyes boring into hers.
“If I go with you tonight, I’ll drink from you again, I can’t seem to help myself.”
Keto chuckled. “I sure as fuck hope so. Come with me. You’re not done with me either.” Frustration was etched in every word. “You want me, Charlotte. Your nipples are hard for me. Your flower is filled with nectar … for me. One night; we have nothing to lose.”
Still she hesitated, pulling her lower lip into her mouth. He could see that her mind was going at a mile a minute. Keto could have his pick of any female out there. Even the virgin highborns would open their thighs for him at a chance of becoming queen, and yet here he was begging this female to spend the night with him ‒ and he fucking loved it. Loved every second. Keto leaned down and suckled on her breast right through her dress. He nipped at her tight flesh and she gripped his shoulders.
He let her go, looking into her eyes. They glinted with humor and desire. “Are you going to keep the pointed shoes, the silken robe and the jewelry?” She pointed at his crown and then her eyes moved to the golden clasp on his arm.
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