Her Vampire King: A Dark Vampire Romance (Royally Mated Book 4)

by Bianca Cole

  I grin, making sure they can all see my fangs. “I’m not sure what you are worried about, faerie, scared I might get a taste for faerie blood?” It’s not fucking likely since faeries taste terrible—it’s the magic in their blood.

  Flynn shakes his head and moves on. “Now, I invite Ilsa to speak for the witches in our council. To align our people and allow integration between all our kinds.”

  The pretty witch bows her head, smiling.

  “Lastly, Lucy and Anastasia will represent humans. They have as much a right as any human in my eyes.”

  I shift in my seat, feeling irritated by that. Rosie would be better at representing humans. I may not know her that well yet, but I know she’s a queen—a leader. I grit my teeth and hold my tongue, not forgetting what it would mean if I were to reveal my questionable urges toward a human I’ve just fucking met.

  Anastasia is staring at me again, and I stare back. She visibly shudders but doesn’t tear her eyes away. I get a feeling that one has more fire than appears on the outside. She’s got guts to look me in the eye.

  “Does anyone have any questions about the alliance we are forming here today?” Flynn asks.

  I don’t voice my concerns about it, knowing that being on their side is best for the vampires in the long run. All the leaders here are powerful, and I’d rather side with them on this. “No, mate.” I shake my head. “Just get on with this bullshit. I’m fucking starving, and you’ve got two juicy humans on offer right here.” Despite the fact I have no taste for any other human’s blood other than Rosie anymore, I lick my lips.

  Vampires are expected to act this way, particularly me.

  Rhys growls at me, rearing his fucking ugly wolf tendencies.

  It makes my blood boil, but I hold up a hand. “Don’t bite my fucking head off. What do you expect when you trap a hungry vampire in a room with two juicy humans for too long?”

  “Enough,” Flynn calls, clapping his hands. “Fine, you can be the first to sign your contract and swear your loyalty to this council.” Flynn passes me a piece of paper and a pen.

  It’s the contract. I read through it thoroughly, knowing not to trust any fucking faerie off the bat. A contract isn’t something to be signed lightly, but it all stands up. “Fine, where’s the ink?”

  Flynn smirks and hands me a knife. “You must write it in your blood.”

  I stare at it blankly, shaking my head. “Slight problem, I’m undead. How the fuck do you expect me to bleed for this?”

  Ilsa, the witch, stands. “I can help with that.” She waves her hands toward me, shooting him with her red magic. I tense, rage pulsing through my veins that a witch would turn her powers on me without permission. “Cut your wrist now as it will only last so long.”

  I narrow my eyes before cutting my wrist. Deep red blood spills from the cut, and I squeeze it into the ink well. “Nice trick, Ilsa,” I say, signing the contract in my blood.

  Javid and Serg are visibly twitchy by my side and have been ever since we entered. You can’t expect vampires to sit opposite a wolf shifter king and not be on edge. They’ve hunted us for years in England.

  “I’m out of here,” I say, slamming down the quill. I stand to my feet, and my men follow. See you all at the next bullshit meeting.” I sprint out of the room at hyper speed, finding Lilith waiting outside for us. Javid and Serge are just behind.

  “How did it go?” she asks.

  I shrug. “Pretty fucking basic. Not sure why I had to come across the Atlantic for it to be honest.”

  She holds her hand out to me, and we all link hands again. Her chanting begins, and all I can think about is getting back home. All I can think about is getting back to my queen.

  Rosie consumes my every waking thought.

  14

  Rosie

  I lie in Vlad’s room, staring at the ceiling.

  How the hell did I get here?

  Ever since my run-in with Neil’s pack, I vowed to myself I’d never go near any supernatural beings for as long as I live. Vlad came along, and I allowed him to charm me into thinking vampires aren’t so bad.

  His timing was good, considering I needed to get out of the city, but there is something else about him. Before Vlad bit me, I found myself drawn to him, so it can’t be the vampire toxin that I’m addicted to.

  The last words he said to me repeat over and over again in my head.

  You’re my queen.

  I wonder how serious he is, as I’m certain vampires won’t be too happy about having a human queen by the side of their king. He’s been gone for hours. It’s so fucked up that I want him to return, particularly considering he brought me here against my will.

  It’s as if we are bonded to each other in some way.

  I hear voices outside the door and sit up, trying to make out what is being said. Their voices are too deep and muffled through the huge oak door standing in the way.

  I bite my bottom lip, wondering if Vlad has returned. The jangle of a key, followed by it turning in the door, makes me tense. Either he’s back, or another vampire is breaking in here.

  I relax when I see him walk in and turn to shut the door. He lets out a deep sigh, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck.

  I swallow hard, feeling the heat crashing into me the moment I see him. My urges are fucking ridiculous, but he is the most stunningly beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life. Rough, dominant, and fucking delicious.

  “Good afternoon, Rosie,” he says, turning to face me and smile.

  I clear my throat. “Afternoon. What’s up with you?”

  He shakes his head. “Nothing, now I’m back with you.”

  My stomach does a backflip, which is stupid. This man kidnapped me for fuck’s sake.

  How can I want a man that takes away my freedom like that?

  He moves toward me, loosening his tie and unbutton the top button of his shirt. “I missed your beautiful face,” he says, moving toward me and kissing my lips softly.

  I pull back and shake my head. “What are you doing?” I ask.

  His brow furrows. “Kissing my queen.”

  I shake my head. “Bullshit, I’m not your queen. A queen wouldn’t be locked up all fucking day.”

  His eyes flash, and he growls softly. “Are you trying to push me into tying you up again, Rosie?”

  I swallow hard. The warning in Vlad’s voice is clear, but I’m not going to roll over and take it. “If I’m your queen, then you need to prove it.”

  He smirks, and my stomach sinks. Something tells me he has a different idea of how he can prove that to me. “Very well.”

  I hardly see him move as he grabs me, lifting me in his arms.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  He doesn’t answer me, carrying me toward a door to the left of the room. I assumed it was a closet, but when he opens the door, I gasp. It’s a fucking sex room.

  “Let me down, Vlad,” I say, writhing in his grip.

  He lets go of me, setting me on my feet. I try to run out of the room, but he’s too quick. The door slams shut, and he stands in my way. “You asked me to prove you are my queen.” His brow raises. “I’m about to do that by blowing your mind, baby girl.”

  I swallow hard, as his rough voice is sexy as hell. I hate that my thighs clench at the thought of what he’d do to me in here. The thought of him tying me up and making me feel as good as he did before excites me. I stay still as he steps toward me, red eyes focused, and intent.

  I should be running as far away from him as possible, but I’m rooted to the spot.

  He reaches for me, grabs my hand, and pulls me into his chest.

  I gasp as his hands move to my ass cheeks, gripping them hard.

  “I’m going to make you beg me, baby,” he growls, dragging his fangs down my cheek softly. “Beg me for my cock, my fangs, every part of you will long for every part of me.”

  I swallow hard as he moves his hands to the top of my dress, ripping it straight down the middle again.


  His muscles are tense as he takes a step back and slowly drags his gaze down my body, taking in every part of me.

  Heat floods my veins, racing to my cheeks. I’ve never felt more exposed, more vulnerable than I do right now.

  Vlad groans and his eyes come back up to meet mine. “Perfect,” he says.

  In my right mind, I know I shouldn’t be remotely attracted to a man who has kidnapped me. I’m not in my right mind, though. This vampire has done some to me.

  I can’t explain it, but it feels like I won’t be hole until he’s inside of me. It feels like he the other half to my whole, which is insane.

  “You feel it too, don’t you?” he asks.

  I swallow hard, stepping back from him. “Feel what?”

  He smiles handsomely, shaking his head. “The spark between us.” He signals between the two of us. “This undeniable connection that neither of us can ignore.”

  I draw in a deep breath, shaking my head. “I don’t know—”

  He cuts me off, moving fast and grabbing hold of me. His lips descend on mine in a ferocious assault, tongue claiming my mouth with a roughness that makes my knees shake. I moan into his mouth, and the need overwhelms me. I clutch onto his arms to steady myself, and when he finally breaks away, I’m breathless and panting.

  “Don’t lie to me,” he says, keeping his mouth within inches of mine. “We both feel it. I’m not fucking making this up.”

  I nod, biting my bottom lip. “I feel it, and no matter how much I try to fight it, I can’t.”

  He grabs the back of my neck hard, angling my lips to his.

  I groan as he begins to kiss me again, slowly backing me up toward the door. My back hits the door, and he lifts me against it, lips running over every inch of exposed skin. “I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted.”

  I swallow hard, gazing into his eyes. It’s hard to believe. This powerful, ancient vampire king wants me more than anything ever. “Impossible, you’ve been alive for hundreds of years.”

  He meets my gaze. “Yes, and never has anything or anyone had me so fucking wound up before in all that time.” He grits his teeth. “It’s a fucking weakness, but I can’t resist.” He doesn’t give me any warning as he sinks his fangs into my neck, feeding off me slowly.

  That pleasure courses through my veins as he holds me against the door, pumping me full of the stuff that makes my body shake. “Vlad,” I moan his name, clawing at the back of his neck as he takes his time.

  When he finally stops, he licks the wound and then his mouth. “I’m addicted to you, Rosie.”

  He kisses my chest, slowly kissing a path up my neck. “You are like my own brand of cocaine.”

  “Vlad,” I gasp his name, feeling the need inside me turn to a fiery inferno. “I need you.”

  His eyes flash, and he takes my weight, carrying me over to a bench. He sets me on my feet. “Bend over for me.”

  I’m too needy to deny him. It’s insane but true. I bend over the bench, and he moves to fix restraints onto my wrists and ankles. A shudder races down my spine as he slowly drags his fingertips right down my back.

  “Don’t worry, I’m only going to pleasure you,” he purrs, moving around to stand in front of me.

  He crouches in front of me, and his red eyes are darker than normal.

  I gasp as he grips my chin hard between his finger and thumb. “Do you want that?” he asks.

  I bite my bottom lip, feeling conflict waring inside. I can’t understand why I want to say yes. This vampire is bad news. He kidnapped me and locked me in this room. There’s no way in hell I should want him.

  I shake my head. “No,” I lie.

  His eyes narrow. “Are you sure?”

  I nod my head, meeting his gaze confidently.

  He smirks and moves away from me. “Okay, I’ll pleasure myself instead.” He starts to undo his belt, sending fear snaking through me. “I’ll let you watch, all tied up with no way of touching yourself.” There’s an evil spark in his eyes as he grabs a seat and pulls it in front of me.

  Fuck.

  Something tells me I’m going to regret my answer. Vlad drops his pants, chucking them to one side. He sits in his tight boxer briefs, the huge outline of him hard under the fabric. My mouth waters and I squirm over the bench, already feeling tortured by this man.

  He rubs a hand over his cock in his boxers, holding my gaze. “You’re going to regret your answer, baby girl.” He groans as he slowly pulls down his boxer briefs, releasing his huge shaft. A bead of precum drips from the tip onto his shirt.

  I whimper my mouth watering. I want to taste him more than anything, but it doesn’t make any sense.

  He smirks. “Like what you see?”

  I swallow hard, hating the effect he has on me.

  He grips the base of his cock, slowly stroking himself and groaning softly. The sound makes me even needier, as I try to rub myself against the bench. It’s infuriating how needy watching him makes me.

  “Vlad,” I breathe his name, and he stops, eyes flashing with amusement. He loves every single second of this. “Please.”

  He raises a brow. “What do you want?”

  My pride is conflicting with this unbelievable desire to give in to him. “You,” I breathe, finally giving in to the pull. It’s impossible to resist. This vampire has done something to me, and I can’t resist him.

  Vlad stands and moves toward me, stopping with the tip of his cock a few inches from my mouth.

  I try and strain to reach him, but he stops me, bending down again to my level. “Stop trying to resist the inevitable, Rosie. You are mine.” He stands again; his gaze is brutal and rough.

  I look up at him, nodding. “Yes, sir.”

  He groans, eyes flickering shut as he stokes himself from root to tip. “That’s what I want to hear, baby.” He looks down at me again. “Open wide.” I do as he says, opening my mouth to accept him inside. The need to have him as close as physically possible rules me. He shoves his cock right into the back of my throat, making me gag and push back. I can hardly breathe as he does it again, taking control entirely.

  The way he is fucking my mouth should anger me. He’s not paying any regard to whether I can breathe or not, but he does it repeatedly, giving me a brief moment to regain my breath each time.

  “That’s it, take my cock,” he growls, his fingertips digging into the bench as he thrust in and out of my throat.

  Saliva is spilling all over the bench and his cock. As he keeps thrusting, I start to get into a rhythm, taking his cock into the back of my throat each time. He laces his fingers into my hair, yanking me harder down on him, spilling salty pre-cum down my throat.

  Tears prickle in my eyes as he pulls out again.

  I gasp for breath, finding it almost impossible. Vlad almost choked me on his dick. “Are you insane?” I rasp.

  He squeezes my chin, bringing his face close to mine. “No, you’re mine, Rosie. Every single part of you,” he growls, eyes frantic. “If I want to fuck your throat, then I’ll fuck it.”

  I spit in his face, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline. He’s an asshole. “What the fuck was that for?”

  I grit my teeth. “For almost choking me on your cock.”

  He tilts his head to the side. “Are you telling me you didn’t enjoy it?” He moves away from me and walks around where I can’t see him, setting me on edge. Suddenly, his hand is teasing at my soaking wet panties. “Feels like you enjoyed it a great deal, baby.”

  Heat pulses through me, as I am so wet. No matter how much the feminist part of me wants to deny it, I loved every second of Vlad’s dominant assault on my throat. I love the way he tastes, the feel of him, and everything about this bastard, cocky vampire.

  I hate him and love him all at the same time.

  How is that possible?

  15

  Vladimir

  Rosie shudders beneath my touch. Her body is on edge and wound up just like I wanted.

  “I think you wa
nt me more than you like to admit, Rosie,” I purr, slowly moving my fingers through her soaking, lace panties. The girl is dripping with need, literally. Her arousal is a fucking amazing scent, and all I want to do is bury my face in her and never leave.

  Rosie’s throat felt better than anything I’ve ever felt. I was close to shooting my load down her throat, but I’m not ready for that yet.

  The need overwhelms me as I tear her panties in two.

  Rosie gasps at the sound, arching her back instinctively. She wants me so fucking bad, but she has no idea how needy I’m going to make her. By the time I’m finished with her, she’ll beg me for it all

  I crouch down behind her, gripping both her full, perfect ass cheeks in my hand. Gently, I spank both of them together, before dipping my tongue in for a taste.

  “Fuck, Vlad,” Rosie cries out my name.

  I groan against her, getting a fucking good taste of her sweet nectar. “Fuck, baby girl,” I say, feeling overcome with need.

  My knees shake as my cock leaks all over the floor. It’s been centuries since I used this room, and I can think of no better occasion than punishing this fucking beauty.

  My obsession with Rosie is a danger. Too many vampires seek to hurt me, let alone the wolves and humans, which means she’s in danger. She doesn’t realize that’s why I’m locking her up. She’s my world. Nothing can ever happen to her.

  I drag my tongue right through her center, slowly circling her clit with the tip of it.

  Her thighs visibly shake, and she groans, trying to move back onto my mouth. “Vlad, please.” I lick a path back through her soaking wet arousal, savoring every second. Rosie is my brand of fucking cocaine, and I could never get enough of her. I love her blood, and her arousal, the taste of her mouth—everything about her.

  “You’ve been a naughty girl, Rosie.” I spank her ass cheeks hard, making the skin pink. “Naughty girls don’t get what they want.”