The Vampire King’s Virgin (The Vampire King Series #4)

by T. S. Ryder

“You love him?”

  “I guess…yeah.”

  She smiled. “He’s a good guy. Training here is hard, coming to terms with everything, but he’s patient. He’s doing it all very well. He’s a keeper. Don’t break his heart.”

  “I won’t,” I promised, hand over my heart.

  “If you need anything or have any questions, you can come to me,” she said, and turned to leave.

  “Misha,” I said, “I can call you that, right?”

  “Call me whatever you want,” she said.

  “I wanted to ask you something,”

  “What is it?”

  “Is there a doctor here?”

  “We have an infirmary. It has all the modern equipment and our doctors are great. But don’t go there alone.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, concerned.

  “I’m fine. I was just curious.”

  “Right. You should rest now, and I’ll wake you up for dinner.”

  Chapter Eleven - The First Snow, The Good Tidings

  Siobhan

  Mishayev woke me up late in the evening.

  “Put on your coat,” she said. “It’s going to be freezing tonight.”

  “As if it isn’t already,” I replied, shivering in my skin.

  When I stepped out, I saw the snow falling softly, slowly, mixing with the dark mud. It complimented it, made it look nicer, somehow serene. The sun was setting in the distance, and although we couldn’t see it from there, the snowflakes gathered on the ground were bathed in a soft orange light.

  “It’s a good omen,” Misha said.

  “Snowfall? People hate snow where I come from, but then it never looks this beautiful.”

  “We have a saying among our pack, passed down the generations. It says visitors bring the weather with them, and if they bring snow, it means they bring good luck. You have brought us glad tidings.”

  “What tidings?” I asked, as we stepped outside. A gentle gust of wind hit me, getting under my fur coat through the sleeves, freezing me to the bone. I removed my hands from the sleeves and wrapped it around me like a shawl, blocking the wind as best as I could.

  “It is not always known right away,” she said. “But they come out soon. Here, at least.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Keeping good news to yourself is considered a sacrilege here. There is a lot of misery out there in the world, and when the Almighty sends his blessings, they should be shared and spread. What’s his to share is not yours to conceal.”

  “Do you believe in God?” I asked, hoping she says no.

  I didn’t want to get tangled with this sort of thing. What if Harrod asked me to convert to his religion or something? I would never be up for that. I made a mental note to get these issues out of the way before telling him I’m pregnant. That is, if I were to tell him I was pregnant. I was having second thoughts. In the safety of his arms, under his warmth and scent, I felt safe. I wasn’t shocked by what I saw. Maybe it was because I was too tired to react, too hormonal to give a hoot. But reality was sinking in now and I was starting to feel creeped out.

  “No,” she said. “We don’t worship beings like that.”

  “Then what do you mean by Almighty?”

  “You can use whichever word you want for it. It’s just a word, at the end of the day. We believe in a higher power, but we don’t know how or what that power is. The teachings have been handed down from generation to generation to spread goodness and tolerance. Our focus is not on the being but on the teachings. What harm does that do? We don’t differentiate or label people or treat them differently for what they are.”

  “As in?”

  “In the other packs, Harrod and Harrison would be half-bloods. They wouldn’t be allowed to become Alpha, ever. You wouldn’t be allowed to marry or breed with Harrod; it would be an abomination. The other packs are harsh, divided. We aren’t. It’s the teachings that keep us grounded and strong. We don’t treat you as different, even though you are an anomaly in our world. To us, you are a person. If it were some other pack, you’d have been killed.”

  “Misha,” I said, inspired by her motherly tone, or perhaps guilt-trapped. “I do bring tidings, but I am not sure if they are good or bad. I wanted to talk to Harrod first before I told anyone.”

  “Shh,” she said, one finger on her dark lips. “Don’t speak of it until you are ready. The wind does not keep secrets.” She put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it. “I’d offer you one, but…” She paused mid-sentence and gave me a knowing smile.

  “It’s fine, I don’t smoke anyway.”

  “He’ll be happy,” she said. “I won’t force you to tell him, but don’t hold it in for too long.”

  Chapter Twelve - When the Reality Sinks In

  Harrod

  When I returned from my training with Harrod and Grandpa, I found Siobhan sauntering in the woods with Mishayev, away from the cabins, her expression serious.

  “Is she bothering you?” I asked, pointing towards Misha with my finger.

  “No, she has been educating me,” Siobhan said.

  “What if I am bothering her?” Mishayev said. “I could rip your throat before you could bat an eye.”

  “Try me,” I said.

  “Don’t do anything, please, stop,” Siobhan pleaded in a panic.

  “We’re joking,” I said. “Misha and I banter a lot.”

  “I’ll leave you two alone,” Mishayev said, nodding. As she walked back to the cabins, she flicked out her cigarette and put it out with her foot.

  “Finally I have you to myself,” I said, reaching for her hand.

  “Finally,” she said, with mock excitement.

  “You look worried,” I said. “What’s wrong?”

  “Harrod, I don’t know. I think I’m confused. So much has happened so fast, so much is happening.”

  “I know, believe me, I do. I found this out when I came here, and trust me, I was freaked out way more than you are. But living with them, it’s not too different. They are just people. The shifting can be terrifying, though.”

  “No, I am just worried about the other thing,” she said.

  “What thing?”

  “Oh, nothing. Don’t mind me, I’m just rambling.”

  “Siobhan, what are you not telling me?”

  “Nothing, let it go.”

  “Tell me, come on.”

  “I am just…”

  “What?”

  “I am just a little freaked out.”

  “About what?”

  “About us, about the future, about everything.”

  “We’ll take it in a stride, don’t you worry about it.”

  We walked to the lake. I brushed off the fresh snow from a boulder and we sat on it. The wind rustled her hair and I pushed a stray strand away from her face.

  “Harrod,” she said.

  “Yeah?”

  “Don’t freak out if this sounds weird, but I have to let it out.”

  “What is it?”

  “I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never dated anyone before.”

  “I think I could tell that you hadn’t. Ask away.”

  “Do you think you want to get married? Not right now, but in the future, maybe?”

  “I never thought about it seriously until I met you. And if it is you, then I think yeah, I would want to marry. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy.”

  “What about having kids?”

  “Never thought about it. It would be cool, I suppose. Dad would be very happy, though,” I said. “Would you be okay with marrying a werewolf? What do you think about marriage?”

  “I think I am past all that. I always knew I would marry, so yeah. But don’t feel any pressure.”

  “I’ll be the Alpha soon. I don’t feel any pressure other than having to fight against my own brother.”

  “Don’t fight your own brother,” she said.

  “I have no choice. I’m a half-b
reed here. I have to prove that I have what it takes.”

  Chapter Thirteen–Love by the Lake

  Siobhan

  “I’m cold,” I said. Instead of helping me or giving me his coat, Harrod took my coat off and laid it on the boulder we were sitting on.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Trying to heat you up,” he said, taking off his own coat and piling it over mine. “Lie down,” he said.

  I laid on my back on the fur coats and looked at the sky, at the dark clouds. Harrod laid down next to me, his arm under my head; his other hand was across my chest, stroking my side. We both shifted our gazes to the sky, the snow flurrying in our faces. My face started getting cold, and I can picture my cheeks getting red. My teeth started chattering until he put his warm mouth over them. His tongue pushed into my mouth, hot with lust. The kiss felt different, more aggressive somehow. I wondered if that was the wolf in him.

  The night smelled like thorn bushes and fresh snow. He kissed me on the side of my lips, smelled my perfume and licked my cheek. He unbuttoned my shirt and exposed my breasts to the cold winds.

  “God, I love your tits,” he whispered in my ear, before his tongue moistened it. My breasts were slightly swollen and larger than before, tender. He grabbed one and licked the other, twisting my nipple hard.

  “Be gentle, Harry. It hurts.”

  “I have wanted you so badly. I can’t wait to fuck you in every hole. Please don’t stop me.”

  As the memories of our first encounter rushed back into my mind, I was overcome with a desire to have him inside me. I wanted the pain that brought me closer to him, that connected us, that made us one. I tried to get up and unbutton his shirt, but he continued working on my tits and tossed his shirt off. He was paying extra attention to my swollen boobs, but I hoped he wouldn’t find out the reason why they were bigger until I told him. His body felt warm against my hands, and I rubbed them on his hard muscles, drawing the heat. He embraced me tightly, pushing his groin against me, and I could feel his hardness. I could feel how hard he was for me, the hot rod ready to explode lava inside me. He licked my body and went lower, literally ripping my skirt in two with his bare hands.

  He smelled me down there, his nose pressing into the soft flesh. His kisses near my pussy got intense and then his tongue pushed inside me. He started getting frantic, feeling me up, touching me, turning into a primal, wild being. He spat on his finger and pushed it up into my ass. A small moan escaped my lips, but he didn’t move the finger until I got used to it. Then he pushed another, and then another. His tongue made love to my pussy while his fingers took me from behind, preparing me.

  I got up and jumped off the boulder, my naked body bombarded with tiny flecks of snow. He stood up on the boulder; he looked savage. Looking back I remembered what he used to look like only three weeks ago. He had changed somehow. His muscles were more defined, his body more muscular and hairy. He let out a long howl and his body changed. Misha told me that their eyes turn yellow when they transform into a wolf, but his eyes were red and glowing. He gained mass in front of my eyes, his legs slightly bent, like a wolf on its feet. He was half-wolf and half-man right now. Compared to what I could see right now, he used to be a boy. Now he was a damned wolverine. His nails had turned into claws. As my gaze was drawn to his manhood, I realized he had gained another inch at the very least. He was easily 8.5 or 9 inches right now: thick, hard, and erect. I didn’t think I could take him.

  As I was about to voice my doubts, he jumped down and held my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. It was the same face, only his eyes were red, powerful. I knew without anyone telling me that this was what an Alpha looked like.

  I got on my toes to reach his lips, my arms around his neck. He kissed me softly, then pushed my head down to his manhood.

  “Suck it. Take it in,” he commanded in an animal voice.

  I obliged, but it didn’t go in any farther than it did last time. I looked up into his glowing red eyes, and I saw the desire that was burning inside him. He pushed back his hips, holding my head, and then jerked forward, pushing all the way into my throat. My nose was in his pubes and I could smell his cologne again, mixed with the sweaty muscular scent. I cupped his heavy balls in my hands as he banged my mouth. When he pulled out, I could see the glowing, silvery pre-cum oozing out of his glans.

  I knew what he wanted and I was ready to give it to him. I got back up on the boulder and laid down. He pulled me by the legs and brought my crotch close to his raging hard-on. I raised my legs and rested them on his shoulders, as he slid inside me with one strong thrust. No lubrication, this time. My juices were already flowing for him. He pulled out all the way and forced it back inside. His length filled me. He grabbed my boobs tightly with the hands of an Alpha, letting me know that I was his property now, part of his pack, and started — there was no other way to put it — fucking me hard with my legs in the air. My moans were in sync with his grunts, his pubes scratching my shaved pussy each time he buried himself inside me. His grip on me tightened and I was pinned on the fur coats as he came close to release. I couldn’t even move, but I raised my head to see his face. He was almost drooling, his desires flowing down in tiny drops as he drilled me like a machine.

  His grunts turned into moans of pleasure as he shot his load inside me. I could feel his hot honey filling me up slowly, shooting not one, not two, not three or four, but five huge loads inside me. He didn’t stop even after he came. He was panting, but still shagging me, slower now. He collapsed on top of me without pulling out.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, I can’t stop myself.” I knew I’d never tire of hearing this from him.

  “Then don’t stop,” I whispered back.

  “I don’t plan to,” he said.

  The heat from the activity had taken away the chill. I was lying naked in the snow, pressed under his hot body, and I didn’t need anything else to keep me warm.

  He wrapped his arms around me again, his cock still inside me, and jumped off the boulder. When he pulled out, his glowing, silvery, supernatural cum spilled out of my almost-gaping pussy.

  “It’s glowing,” I said.

  “It’s normal. It becomes stronger after we shift,” he said. When I looked back at him, I saw that he had returned to his normal self. His eyes were a brighter shade of blue now. The only sign of his animal self was his hard cock. I knew what he wanted now and I was ready to give it to him. I wanted to feel him in every cavity in my body. I wanted what he wanted. I wanted him to get used to me, to want me even more, to settle for nothing else.

  I smiled at him seductively and turned around as he grinned. He came at me from behind and grabbed my hands, guiding them back to the boulder. I held on to it for support as he pushed his thigh between my legs, rubbing his cock against the only virgin hole I had left.

  He grabbed my left leg and pulled it up, pushing his thigh under it. His cock was wet from his own cum. He parted the soft, huge cheeks of my ass and tapped his cock at my opening, preparing it, pushing in ever so slowly. I was so lost in the sultry things he was whispering in my ear, and the feeling of his breath on my back, that I was completely numb. He was halfway inside me now, still going slowly, but I knew how he liked it, how he wanted it. I took a long breath and pushed my hips back until I felt his stomach against my back.

  “God, that was amazing!” He moaned. “Your ass is so fucking tight, tighter than your pussy.”

  He pulled back slowly, and before he could pull out completely, I thrusted back again, eliciting another glorious moan of pleasure from him.

  “Do that again,” he said. But he couldn’t control himself anymore. With one hand on my thigh and his other arm wrapped around me, he had me fixed in place, leaning against him. He started thrusting again, faster and faster, faster and faster, pushing in and out with such speed that I couldn’t keep up. He pushed four fingers inside my pussy and curved them slightly, hitting my G-spot.
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  “Come with me, babe,” he said between heavy pants. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he added, without missing a beat. His balls slapped underneath me with each thrust, his fingers on my spot, and I trembled as I climaxed at the same time as I felt him have an orgasm. He shot just as much of his silver honey inside me as he did only moments ago, and I understood why his ball sack was so heavy.

  When he pulled out, I almost fell but he caught me. I was so depleted that I didn’t have the strength to stand. I wanted to sleep right there on the fur coats on the boulder.

  I closed my eyes.

  Chapter Fourteen - The True Alpha

  Harrod

  It was my last night there. The sky was clear, the full moon shining brightly. But on the ground the visibility was low, with thick clouds of fog spread here and there. I was standing on the edge of the pit, waiting for the fight. Harrison was on the opposite side of the pit. My dad and Grandpa were watching from a projecting cliff about two stories high. We were surrounded by wolves on all sides, all in their natural form. The pups were there, too; the entire den was. There were yowls and howls in the air. The only human presence was that of Siobhan. I told her that she didn't have to watch, but she insisted on coming.

  Then my Grandpa stepped forward onto the cliff, to the very edge. I could barely makeout his shape, as he was silhouetted against the bright moonlight. As he moved to the edge, silence spread as every pair of glowing yellow eyes fixed on the cliff.

  He looked to the moon and howled, a deep, guttural howl that reverberated throughout the forest, its echoes resounding in the distance. It was showtime!

  Harrison got in first on all fours, and then I got in. The pit was a large circle filled with sand. My eyes were fixed on Harrison, his eyes on me. We circled around the pit slowly, without taking our eyes off each other. I knew Harrison wanted me to win, but he wouldn’t lose deliberately. He’d do his best to defeat me. The thought of losing, of getting my ass handed to me, was unsettling. The large, gray wolf standing opposite me was terrifying.