by T. S. Ryder
Shocked by the statement, Kendra looked at Sebastien, who seemed just as confused as she was, and then back to the Priestess.
“I beg your pardon?” she asked, and the woman laughed.
“You’re pregnant, child! I can smell the change on you!” The Priestess confirmed her diagnosis, much to the loud joy of everyone present.
Kendra looked at the man who, by the end of this night, would be her husband. He was the only person other than herself who wasn’t cheering, but the smile on his face spoke more of how happy the news made him than all the noise everyone else was making.
“Is she for real?” she asked him, skeptical, and wondering if she’d be criticized for it, but Sebastien just laughed.
“She’s for real,” he confirmed, nodding. “She’s trained to sense such subtle changes. No one else could’ve possibly caught it, not until way longer into the pregnancy.”
Still a little dazed by the revelation, Kendra looked down to her stomach... and then back to the Priestess because a terrifying thought crossed her mind. “The baby... the rite, will it harm it?” she asked, almost frantic, remembering too many stories in which mixing magic and pregnancy resulted in tragedy, but the old woman just smiled and patter her shoulder.
“Don’t worry,” she assured Kendra. “It might be uncomfortable for you, but the baby will be just fine. It’s too small for the rite to affect it. It’s just a cluster of cells waiting to grow into a son or daughter.”
That calmed her well enough, but she still felt an enormous amount of excitement and anxiety mixed together.
A baby.
She was going to have a baby.
She was getting married, doing strange and inexplicable things to her body to make her life as long as her vampire husband’s was, and she was going to have their baby.
If someone had told her all this a month ago, she would’ve had them committed in less than an hour.
Yet it had all happened, and was no less real than the life she was about to leave behind.
Sebastien took her hands in his and smiled that special, warm smiled reserved just for her.
“Ready?” he asked, and Kendra felt her heart overflow with love and hope for the future that lay ahead.
She smiled back and entwined her fingers with his.
“Ready.”
*****
THE END
Claimed by the Vampire King
Description
A curvy single mom struggling to get by PLUS a hot Vampire King who wants an heir PLUS a dark enemy planning a lethal attack!
Naya Valadez is a curvy single mother who will do anything to properly take care of her three-year-old daughter–even sign up to be a living blood donor for the ruling vampire elite. With her rare blood type, she is a hot commodity.
What she was not expecting was to be claimed by Gabriel, the vampire king...
But it's not all about blood when it comes to Gabriel. He has decided that he wants to have a child. This is only possible during the Blood Moon when all vampires transform back into humans for the night. The moment Gabriel scents Naya, he knows that she will be fertile, and perfect to bear his child for him.
It's only a business arrangement–until it's not...
Just when Naya and Gabriel start to reveal their true feelings to each other, a dangerous enemy reveals themselves and love turns lethal.
Will Naya and Gabriel find a way to escape the enemy and be together? Or will they lose everything they love? Find out now.
Chapter One: First Bites
The ballroom needed no extra decorations, and yet the opulent space was still swamped with decadence. Naya Valadez stared around in awe.
The open floor was highly-polished black marble, with white marble holding up a vaulted ceiling, painted, it was rumored, by the vampire king himself over a thousand years ago. It was a work to behold, with depth and colors Naya hadn't thought possible. Two staircases wrapped around the sides, with landings every few feet full of plush furniture. Chandeliers made from diamonds–not crystal, but real diamonds–hung from the ceiling. No wonder she had been vetted so thoroughly before she was chosen for this party!
Naya was sorely tempted to slip a golden spoon from the ice cream bar into her pocket. They were small, delicate things, and certainly worth a month's rent. But to steal from vampires, let alone the king's own palace, would be inviting disaster.
A man came up behind Naya, brushing his hand against her arm. His skin was ice-cold and, when Naya looked at him, he flashed a set of pearly-white fangs in a smile. A vampire. She shivered, as equally drawn to him as she was repulsed.
"I've never seen you before." He eyed her deep cleavage before his gaze penetrated her eyes.
Naya ducked her head, feeling her cheeks warm under his intense scrutiny. "I'm new."
It was a great fortune for her that Living Blood, the company she had signed up for just a few weeks earlier, had sent her to the king's ball. Normally, when vampires wanted living blood donors at their parties, they asked for specific body types–thin, hourglass, with perky boobs and tight asses. Naya was hourglass all right, but she wasn't what anybody would call thin. Living Blood wouldn't have even hired her if it wasn't for her blood type.
AB negative was almost impossible to find these days. Back before King Gabriel united the vampire race into a single kingdom, vampires ran rampant across the globe, taking what they wanted. And most of them wanted to drink AB negative blood. Carriers were almost wiped out from overfeeding and, as such, were worth almost as much per drop as oil these days.
Naya wore a red dress to indicate her blood type. All around her she saw other donors from Living Blood, women in dresses, men in tuxedos with colored shirts; red for AB negative, orange for B negative. The two rarest blood types. The king hadn't wanted any others. There was a total of three people wearing red in this magnificent hall.
The vampire stepped closer to Naya, his gaze sweeping over her body. The red dressed flattered her Latina complexion, and her dark hair fell in waves down her back. The dress was gathered at the waist, emphasizing her narrowest part, and the deep V of the halter-top neckline went almost to her belly button. The skirt fell to the knee, but it was slit along the thigh, all the way up to the black lacy undergarments that were part of her uniform.
Even though things had been rough since her daughter was born, Naya had never sold her body–or any part of it. But she might as well have gold running in her veins, and Ivanna needed food, clothes and a better place to live. A pint or two of blood tonight would give her enough money for the next year. It was worth the sacrifice.
"You've never been drunk from before, have you?" The vampire's voice was low and husky. When she shook her head, he stepped closer. "Come to a room with me. I know Living Blood pays you for just showing up, but I've got a blank check in my pocket. Whatever you want. It's been nearly three hundred years since I've tasted AB negative."
Naya's heart pounded, but she nodded, allowing the vampire to put an arm around her waist and guide her towards the nearest staircase. This was what she was here for, after all. And a blank check? How much can I get away with asking for?
Outside the huge windows, stars twinkled in the night sky. Nighttime belonged to the vampires. Naya belonged to the night. At least she did until dawn.
She followed the huge vampire quietly to a secluded room. It was more of an alcove than anything else, big enough to hold a blood-red chaise lounge and a small table. Bottles of water and juice sat on the table, along with several kinds of chocolate and cookies. They were for the donors after their blood was taken. The carpet was red, too. Was that in case the feeding vampire was messy?
"Take off your clothes and lay down," the vampire instructed, shutting the door.
"What?" Naya's eyes widened.
"We don't want that pretty dress to get all stained, do we?" He chuckled as he shucked off his tuxedo jacket. "Now do as I say."
Naya's heart hammered as she backed away. The vampire's eyes were
black as he stared at her, and his fangs were growing as he unbuttoned the front of his shirt.
Ivanna needs new shoes and we have been eating rice and beans for the past two weeks. Is selling my body really so different from selling my blood? Besides, he has a blank check.
"We have to discuss payment first." Why did her voice rasp so badly? Naya had never been good at demanding things.
The vampire dropped his shirt to the floor. "You'll be checked for how much blood I took after we're done here. We can discuss it afterward."
"But—"
"Remove your dress or I'll have to rip it off you."
Naya took a deep breath and reached behind her neck to undo the tie keeping her dress in place, her hands trembling. But as she let the dress fall, leaving her in only her underwear, the door opened. Naya gasped, instinctively covering herself as a second vampire stepped into the room. He was taller than the first, who instantly dropped to one knee as the second turned blazing eyes on him.
"My king—"
The second vampire seized the first by his throat and yanked him to his feet. Without a word, the intruder dragged the first vampire out of the room. Naya stood where she was, eyes wide and heart hammering, as he lifted the first vampire over his head and hurled him over the edge of the balcony into the ballroom below. There were a few gasps and screams, but the vampire ignored them, marching back into the room where Naya was.
He slammed the door and pointed a finger at her. "You are mine."
Naya was in too much shock to react to his statement. Even if the first vampire hadn't identified him as the king, she would have recognized him from the news. His skin was dusky, darker than it was in pictures, and he was far taller than she could have imagined.
Deep eyes stared at her and, inexplicably, heat began rising up her neck and into her cheeks. She was his? Though she knew she should object to being treated like a possession, she couldn't.
"Dress." Even as he gave the order, he removed his tuxedo jacket.
He had to repeat the order before Naya gathered her wits about her and pulled her dress back into place. Her hands trembled, and she found herself wishing that he had ordered her to completely undress, rather than cover herself back up. She hadn't been with a man since Ivanna's father, but here in this small room, with this huge vampire watching her every move, her body ached for his.
Was it wrong for her to feel this way? She had specifically signed up for Living Blood so that she wouldn't end up working the streets. Now, on her first assignment, why was she more than willing to sell herself? He hasn't even offered me anything.
"Sit," the king said and, when she did, he draped his jacket over her shoulders. It smelled spicy, like her favorite chili dish, and she bit her lips together. It was only then that she realized she was shivering. The jacket was so cold it only made her trembling worse.
"I am Gabriel, the king of vampires in this region."
"I know," Naya replied, and her voice wasn't shaking as she had expected it to. She couldn't stop staring. He was so beautiful. Contoured muscles were visible beneath his shirt, and his clean-shaven chin was strong.
Gabriel sat next to her, his gaze still unblinking. "What's your name?"
"Naya." Her heart started beating faster as he moved closer, pounding in her ears. Not even Ivanna's father had made her react like this to his presence.
"Are you afraid?"
She mutely shook her head.
"Good. I am going to feed on you now."
A small gasp escaped at his words, but her wrist rose, offering itself to the king before she even had time to process his words. Gabriel smiled at that, and his smile made him look even more handsome. His jacket fell off her shoulder as he took her wrist in his hands, bringing it to his nose. He hummed in satisfaction as his nostrils flared, then he bit down.
There was a pinch of pain as his fangs sucked deep into her flesh, but it was over before Naya could react to it. A pleasant tingling feeling worked its way up her arm. Naya gasped again.
"Am I correct in assuming you've never fed a vampire before?" Gabriel's tongue flashed quick and wicked against her skin as he lapped up the rivulets of blood that flowed from the two punctures in her vein.
"Correct."
A grin skittered across his face, and he closed his mouth around the bite-mark. With the first suck, the pleasant tingling tightened into flames, shooting throughout her body. With the second, her skin felt tight and her head lolled back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. He drank greedily and Naya's body jerked and writhed. She fought to hold herself still but couldn't; desire pooled in her belly but, when she reached between her thighs, Gabriel's arms wrapped around her and held her still.
When he was finished, the king lay her back on the chaise, retrieving juice, cookies and bandages from the table. Naya's heart beat like a hummingbird's, her eyes squeezed tightly closed. Her chest heaved as Gabriel bound up her wrist.
"Vampire saliva has a coagulant in it. You'll be healed in a couple of days." Gabriel stood, tilting his head as he peered down at her. "Did you enjoy that?"
Naya could only nod. Shivers were still running up and down her spine. But she was left with an unsatisfied, aching feeling.
"Would you like more?"
She jerked, her body heating instantly. The king still hadn't moved and, with a gasp and sigh, she reached to tug his shirt from his pants. He caught her wrists and chuckled, shaking his head. "Not right now. I have a proposal for you."
Naya forced herself to sit up, though she felt weak and shaky now. "Yes."
Gabriel laughed, sitting next to her. "You haven't even heard it yet."
Blood rushed to Naya's face and she looked at the floor. "Oh."
"For several years now, I have wanted to be a father," Gabriel continued, brushing some of her dark hair from her cheek. He readjusted the jacket on her shoulders as she turned wide eyes on him.
"You want me to have your baby?" she blurted. Her? Why? Was it just an excuse to have sex with her? But she was more than willing. Why would he need to have an excuse? Was it because if they had sex right now, he'd have to pay Living Blood a commission? Naya stared at the beautiful vampire king, not understanding.
"I want you to have my baby," he confirmed. "I will compensate you handsomely for it. You're a strong, sturdy woman. You will be mine exclusively, though. No one else can taste your blood but me."
This was more than she expected when she came here tonight–if she agreed, she would be selling more than her body. She would be selling a baby! Where would she be afterward? Would she be a part of the child's life? Naya shivered for a completely different reason than before. What kind of woman would agree to have a man's baby for money?
The kind with a little girl of her own who cried whenever she had to put on her old, tight shoes. The kind who couldn't afford to buy fresh vegetables for herself or her daughter. The kind who worried that one day she would have to give up her child because she couldn’t take care of her.
Naya raised her eyes to Gabriel's and nodded. "I'll do it."
Chapter Two: Blood Moon
Gabriel watched the human exit the car he had sent for her. His human. Naya Valadez.
The name was like honey on his tongue, and her blood had been just as sweet. It wasn't until he had drunk from her and felt her reaction to him that he had known why he had felt such a strong urge to claim her. She had been so receptive to him, her blood had tasted of being a mere day from ovulation and, in that moment, he had known that he wanted to make her the mother of his child.
Naya carried a little girl with her. While her mother looked at the ground as she walked, the child peered around with great interest, her thumb stuck firmly in her mouth. Gabriel smiled at the little one as they approached. Babies and children were extremely rare among vampires, and so were always highly prized and well cared for.
He glanced over his shoulder at his assistant, Angel, a leggy vampire who had only been turned a hundred years ago. At the time, s
he had quickly become his favorite lover. If vampire women could bear children, he would have once considered marrying her. But lately they were growing distant, and she was becoming more and more exclusive to one of his guards. Besides, while they had always been comfortable, these was never love between them, and love was something that Gabriel desired.
"Naya," Gabriel greeted. "I take it this is your daughter, Ivanna?"
"Who's you?" the little girl demanded. "Can I have a cookie?"
Gabriel felt a smile tugging his lips, and Angel laughed aloud. "Of course, precious. You and I are going to spend a lot of time together while Mommy and Gabriel get to know each other."
Naya cast the vampire female a wary look, and Gabriel quickly made introductions. Just looking at the beautiful human with her long, black hair and wide hips, perfect for holding while thrusting into her, made desire tighten in him. But he knew he had to be patient.
"May I?" Angel held her arms out to the little girl, and Naya cautiously handed her over. "She's so beautiful."
Ivanna beamed. "Cookie now?"
At Gabriel's nod, Angel bustled towards the kitchens. Naya made to follow, but Gabriel took her arm and led her in the opposite direction. The human pulled against his grip, her eyes following her daughter, expression creased with worry.
"She'll be fine. Children are precious to vampires, and you won't find a female better suited to childcare than Angel. You and I have to talk, since we will sleep together tonight."
Naya's eyes flew to him, and her jaw dropped. She jerked back minutely, but didn't fight him as he led her through the corridors of his palace. He'd had servants working ever since she had left the previous night, cleaning and polishing, wanting everything to be perfect for his human.