by Bianca Cole
Even if I made it out of the car, vampires are a hundred times faster than humans. He’d catch me before I made it a few meters as he did in the woods.
I should have never trusted him, but then, his pull on me seemed impossible to resist. Even now, as I try to stay mad at him, my body wants him in the most primal of ways. Vlad turns the stereo up, blasting the rap music louder.
It’s not exactly the kind of music I like, but I can’t deny all the dirty things they are saying make me feel hotter. The thought of Vlad doing those things to me.
Fuck.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“I assume I’m not the first human you’ve kidnapped.”
Vlad sighs heavily, rolling his eyes. “Do you not understand the meaning of being quiet?”
I glare at him in the mirror. “No, doesn’t seem like it.”
His eyes narrow, and he swerves, turning the engine off on the side of the road. “It sounds like I need to teach you.”
A shiver races up my spine. Is Vlad seriously about to gag me?
What happened to the man I met in that alleyway?
He opens the door to the back door, and I move away, opening the other door and dashing across the road.
I know it’s pointless to run, but I do it anyway. I guess it’s my instincts driving me.
Vlad grabs me around the waist, pulling me back against him. “Where do you think you are going, baby girl?” he murmurs into my ear, lighting grazing his fangs down my neck.
I shudder. “Please,” I say, unsure what I’m pleading for. I don’t want to be a slave, but I can’t deny that I want what he has to give me. Vlad is dominant, sexy as hell, and his bite drives me wild.
“What do you want?” he asks, pressing his lips against my shoulder, kissing softly along them.
I shake my head, confusion flooding me.
What do I want?
I arch my back, feeling his hard cock pressing into my ass cheeks.
“I thought that’s what you wanted,” he groans, digging his fingertips hard into my hips—hard enough to bruise.
“Vlad, I want to be free,” I say.
He tenses against me, moving the hair away from my neck. “That’s what you will be, once I’ve made you realize that your destiny is to be by my side.” Suddenly, he sinks his fangs hard into my neck.
“No, please,” I shout, feeling the coldness imbue my limbs. Vlad is knocking me out again for the third damn time—the fucking bastard.
I try hard to resist the darkness hurtling toward me, but it’s impossible. His grip remains tight on me as I slowly fall into the darkness. All I can see is his face in my mind.
* * *
I try to lift my hands to my face, finding them bound above my head. “What the fuck,” I mutter, trying to recall what happened.
It hits me hard and fast. My eyes open and I realize I’m lying on a bed, tied down to it.
Fuck.
It seems vampires are as bad as I first thought. The way he acted with me before made me think differently, but perhaps he was trying to lure me in.
The door of the bedroom I’m in creaks open, making my heart skip a beat.
Vlad appears in the doorway, wearing a white fitted shirt and black pants.
I hate that my first thought is that he looks fucking amazing.
“Like what you see, baby?” he asks, smirking.
I shake my head. “You are an asshole.”
His eyes flash, but he keeps smirking at me. “You won’t be saying that to me once I’m through with you.” He winks, and I hate that my thighs clench.
“You’re an idiot if you think that I’ll ever want you after what you are doing to me.”
He moves forward, eyes trained on me. “Are you telling me that you don’t want me?” His gaze pins me to the spot, making me squirm.
“No, I don’t.”
He smiles. “That’s not what you said when we were by the stream. Where I almost popped your cherry right there and then.” He crawls toward me on the bed. “You can’t resist me, Rosie, so quit trying.”
My breath catches in my throat as he slowly teases his lips over my neck, thrilling me. It’s the ghost of a touch, but he’s right. Every time he’s close, I turn to fucking jelly.
He kisses my neck before grazing the skin with his fangs. “I want to own you in every possible way.” His eyes meet mine, and then he kisses me, tongue tangling with mine as he forces his way inside of my mouth.
I moan against him, feeling this electric chemistry igniting instantly. “Vlad,” I breathe his name when I get a chance, but he doesn’t let me speak. His mouth descends on mine again, hard and punishing.
I try to pull my arms free, attempting to find a way to claw him, but I can’t.
“Fuck,” I say, forcing my lips from his and moving my head to the side. “This isn’t fair.”
Vlad laughs. “Vampires aren’t exactly known for playing fair.” He grips my throat hard, forcing me to look at him. “I want to look into your eyes while I bring you to climax.”
I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood.”
He narrows his eyes. “Are you sure?” His fingers tease up my exposed thighs, heading toward the torn lace, barely covering my soaking wet pussy. Damn it.
Vlad knows how turned on I am, and he’s going to feel it any moment now.
I nod. “I’m sure,” I say, trying to clench my thighs together.
“Rosie,” he says in warning. “Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop,” he murmurs, fingers still moving higher and higher.
I bite my bottom lip, knowing that despite all my reservations, I can’t bring myself to stop him. This vampire is too addictive. I want him with every fiber of my being, despite what he is doing to me.
“That’s what I thought,” he purrs, finding my center and plunging a finger inside of me.
I arch my back, moaning deeply. “Fuck.”
Vlad meets my gaze, eyes flashing with amusement. This man is too cocky for his own good. “So wet,” he groans, jaw clenching as he starts to move his finger in and out of me. “I can’t wait to be inside of you, Rosie.” He slides another finger inside of me, pumping two fingers harder and faster.
He kisses me softly, almost gently. “Perfect,” he murmurs.
It’s a contrast to the way he kissed me before. It feels like he’s battling with two parts of him, the rough side and the gentle side. Perhaps there is much more to this man than I believed.
When he finally breaks free for air, we’re both panting heavily. His fingers still moving rhythmically inside of me, building the pressure deep inside of me.
“I need to taste you,” he says.
I angle my neck, expecting him to bite me.
He smiles. “Not your blood, baby girl.”
Heat crashes into me as he starts to move between my thighs, holding my gaze. “First, I’ll do something about this dress.” He grips hold of the fabric at the front and tear it right in half.
I gasp, eyes wide. “What are you—”
He silences me with kisses down my chest, moving lower and lower. My body tingles with anticipation. No man has ever gone there, and I suddenly feel self-conscious.
Vlad notices me tense, tilting his head to the side. “Relax and enjoy this, stop overthinking everything.”
I nod, trying to ignore how embarrassed I feel as he glances between my thighs. He groans, stroking his hard, thick cock through his black pants. The outline is visible, and he’s huge.
Vlad moves quickly, sucking on my clit first.
I jolt, hips bucking toward the ceiling at the sudden, intense pleasure flooding me. It’s crazy how good it feels. My mind turns into a blank canvas as the pleasure overtakes every nerve center in my body. “Oh my God,” I say, writhing against the bindings holding me down to the bed. All I want is to run my hands through Vlad’s hair and force his face harder against me.
“Vlad,” I gasp his name as he licks a path from front to the bottom, before thr
usting three fingers inside of me this time.
“Fucking delicious, baby,” he growls, before licking and sucking at my clit more.
The pleasure is intense, as he continues to push me toward the edge of a cliff. Our chemistry has been off the charts since we met, but I never expected anything he could do to me would feel this amazing. It’s intimate, and I should hate that the man who essentially kidnapped me is making me feel this way, but it’s intoxicating. He has kidnapped me and tied him to his bed, which makes it even more thrilling for some sick reason.
“That’s it, I want you to come for me,” he breathes, stopping to speak. His fingers move faster and harder as he reads me like a fucking book.
My back arches as I feel the pressure build. Every muscle in my pussy clamps down on him, and I scream, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer explosive pleasure that rocks through me. “Vlad,” I scream his name, throwing my head back.
He doesn’t stop, licking me through it as I writhe in the center of the bed. It’s as if he’s trying to drain every drop of my climax, as I feel more and more juice flood from me.
When he finally stops, he moves up my body, kissing a path over my dress. “You are my addiction, Rosie,” he says, eyes full of conflicting emotion. He holds my gaze before kissing me, letting me taste myself on him. The kiss is desperate and needy, making me want more instantly.
When he finally stops kissing me, he meets my gaze again. “I’m sorry I kidnapped you.”
My brow furrows. “Why did you?”
He swallows hard, and I see his vulnerability. “I couldn’t let you go.” His eyes flash. “You are everything.”
I raise a brow. “What do you mean.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know. I just know you are important. Please tell me that you will be my blood giver.”
I sigh heavily. “You haven’t given me a choice, Vlad.” I glance at the restraints, feeling conflicted. On the one hand, I’m sickened he has taken my decision out of my hands, but on the other, I’m glad he forced me here. The thought of never seeing him again threatens to tear a hole in my heart.
He nods and then stands, pulling a knife out of his jacket.
I tense, staring at it.
He moves toward the edge of the bed, and then he cuts the tie on my right arm, before walking around the bed and cutting the rest. “You’re right, Rosie. I won’t tie you up again.” He pauses, smirking at me. “Unless you ask me to.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “What makes you think I want you to tie me up?”
He laughs. “The way you just came all over my fingers.”
I feel the heat snaking up the back of my neck. Vlad sure as hell knows how to make me hot in more ways than one. “Don’t be an asshole.” I raise a brow. “Are you going to let me go?”
His eyes flash, and he growls like a bear. “No chance in hell. You’re mine, Rosie.”
I shake my head. “I told you, I don’t want to be a slave.”
He steps closer to me, and I move away, jumping off the bed.
It’s more of a play as I dash away from him, knowing he can catch me. His strong, muscular arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me against his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I arch my back slightly, feeling the length of him against my ass. “Away from you.”
He growls, and I smile, realizing the power I have over him. Vlad is insanely possessive over me, and it makes me feel powerful.
“What are you playing at?” he asks, spinning me around.
I shrug. “Nothing, I just don’t want to be your little pet.”
He kisses a path down the back of my neck, grazing his fangs over my skin—the fangs I long to feel piercing my skin. “You will never be my pet, Rosie. You are so much more than that. You are my queen.” He sinks his fangs softly into my neck, flooding me with pure bliss.
His words repeat again and again in my mind.
You’re my queen
I think I can live with that.
13
Vladimir
I’m fucked.
Rosie has a control on me no other vampire, human or fucking being has ever had over me. She drives me insane—literally.
We don’t kidnap humans. Alastair tried to warn me before he was brutally attacked.
Whatever this is, it’s not normal. Rosie means the world to me, and I don’t care about anyone but myself.
If word about this gets out, she’ll be in danger. I have so many enemies that want to hurt me, and she is my biggest weakness.
I may have loosened the restraints around her, but she’s still locked in my room. There’s no way I’m letting anyone else get near her. She’s mine.
Fuck.
I think I need to try and clear my head, get some space.
“Vlad,” Javid says my name. “It’s time for the meeting.”
The council meeting. Damn it. I forgot that I agreed to Flynn’s fucking meeting. “Is Lilith ready to take us?” I ask, knowing that she’s the only one that will get us there on time.”
Javid nods. “Yes, Gregor is coming since Alastair is—”
“Very well.” I turn and follow him. “Lead the way.”
I grit my teeth as I walk away, hating that I have to go so far away from Rosie. It may only be for a meeting, but being in America while she’s here in Nottingham makes my insides twist.
Lilith is standing in the center of my library with Gregor. I hate the Alastair is gone—he’s never going to be by my side again.
Those wolves need to pay, but I know that’s never going to happen. Flynn’s meeting is about bringing all the species together, even if quite a few of my followers don’t want me to agree.
Vampires suffer the most from the bullshit between species. We’re brutalized in the eyes of pretty much every species. Wolves use that brutal image of us to turn the humans against us.
It’s time I united out species forever, making Rosie my queen.
“Let’s get going then,” I say.
Gregor turns and looks at me with pity. “I’m so sorry about Alastair, Vlad.”
I grit my teeth and nod. The last thing I’m going to do is show Gregor how much Alastair’s death hurts. In some ways, other people’s perceptions of us have rubbed off on us—no emotion, brutal killers. That’s what we are, but that’s not true. We care about our brothers, the people we’ve known all our lives.
Lilith claps her hands. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, we’ll be late, so get on with it,” I snap.
Lilith holds her hand out to me, Gregor grabs her other hand and Javid goes between us. With our hands linked, she starts to chat some mumbo jumbo, as we spiral into the air.
When we land, we’re standing outside an old building with roman pillars either side of the door to the ancient fae council building. When Flynn invited me, I can’t deny that I was uncertain. Vampires don’t trust any other species, but apparently, the two shifter kings agreed. Rhys Verne and Aiden Jeremiah have agreed to meet, so I’m not going to be the one to turn it down.
Javid seems on edge. “Are you sure about this, sir?”
I glare at him. “Are you questioning my decisions?”
He shakes head. “Of course not.”
I reach for the door and push it open, stepping into a room with a long table stretching through the middle. Only Flynn and his new queen are there, he’s standing at one end. He glances at me and nods, walking over to greet me.
Faeries.
I never thought I’d agree to work with one. They look down on all other species, and they hold vampires as almost as low as humans.
“Vladimir, I’m glad you could come.” He holds his hand out.
I narrow my eyes, looking at it. “I was curious.” I take his hand and shrug. “Had to see what you want.”
He chuckles. “Cautious as always, hey?”
I meet his gaze. “Of course.” I grit my teeth, remembering the way Alastair’s body was ripped apart by wolf shifters. I’ll feel uneas
y agreeing on a truce with Rhys Verne. His reach may not stretch to Britain, but he’s one of them.
Flynn’s human female approaches cautiously. He turns to face her. “Lucy, come and meet Vladimir Balan.”
“Take a seat.” Flynn signals to three seats on one side.
We sit down me in the center of the three, rapping my fingers on the table. I don’t like waiting for anyone, let alone fucking shifters. The door opens, and Aiden Jeremiah enters, eyes scanning the room as he steps inside.
His gaze lingers on me before he moves past and greets Flynn. I hate shifters, even dragon shifters.
It’s not long before the door opens again, and Rhys Verne steps inside with his human on his arm. Oddly, both he and Flynn have found human mates. My mind goes to Rosie. The way I feel her about her feels something akin to a mate, but vampires don’t have mates. At least, not as far as I’m aware. Many vampires form blood bonds with their blood givers, which is similar.
He takes a seat opposite me, and his human looks at me warily. I like scaring humans, so I stare back. She pales and averts my gaze.
Flynn stands once we’re all here. “Thank you all for gathering here today.” He claps his hands together. “Today marks a special day in history. A day when we put our differences behind us and move forward.” Yeah right. I may have agreed to this, but I’m naturally skeptical.
A knock sounds at the door, perfectly fucking timed. “Come in,” Flynn says.
The door swings open, and a stunning woman with olive skin walks in. She’s a witch. I can tell instantly. She stands at the end of the table, clearing her throat. “I feel you are missing someone out, your majesty.” She bows her head. “I don’t see representation here for witches.”
I don’t know who she is, but Lilith could have represented the witches. She leads the biggest coven in England.
Flynn nods his head. “Of course, miss?”
“Ilsa,” she replies.
He smiles. “Ilsa, take a seat.”
I watch her warily. Witches are never to be trusted. They’re too fucking powerful for their own good.
“We have all species here that I am aware of. Rhys will speak for the shifters of North America and across the globe, as will Aiden.” He glances right at me. “Vlad is the king of the vampires, as such our alliance is with you, be it an uneasy one.”
