The Vampire Prince

by Juliette N Banks

  He opened a door.

  “Are those my bags?”

  “Yes. I asked them not to unpack.”

  The wardrobe was spacious, allowing for three walls of racks which were half filled with his clothing and shoes. In the middle of the room was a velvet-lined antique seat with enough space to fit four people.

  “Well, I could do with a sweater. It’s much cooler here.”

  Brayden lifted her suitcase onto the seat and opened it for her.

  “Brayden, this is...I mean, I knew you were a royal family, but I’ll be honest, I thought it was more of a token gesture. This place rivals the English royals.”

  He laughed.

  “Actually, Windsor Castle is the largest in the world. Our Moretti castle in England is larger and much older than this one.”

  “You have two castles?” she asked, her mouth gaping.

  They had more than two.

  “We have property all around the world. I was telling the truth when I said it was our business. Or at least, we own a lot of property.”

  She nodded slowly then stepped into the bedroom.

  “It’s incredible. Can we do a tour?”

  Excitement shimmered in her eyes. Despite the fact that she was shacked up with vampires, her cheeks had a pinch of pink.

  He nodded. “Tomorrow. The sun is rising, and we should sleep.”

  As if on cue, the sun popped its nose above the horizon, adding an orange glow across the sky. “Close blinds,” he instructed, and the automatic blinds obeyed.

  “Fancy,” she said and sighed. “I cannot imagine life without the sunshine.”

  He pulled off his jacket and joined her on the end of the bed. “I know there will be sacrifices, Willow. These are the decisions you’ll need to make.” He shifted her up the bed and placed his forearms on either side of her head. “For now, let me show you one of the benefits.”

  Her pretty eyes dilated as she stared up at him. “I think I’m familiar with this one.”

  He made fast work of removing her clothing, lifting her arms to the bed frame and tying them with a silk scarf.

  “Bray?”

  He hadn’t tied her up before. She knew he was a dominant lover, and God, he needed this with her right now. “Spread your legs, Willow.”

  Undressing, he ran his eyes over her gorgeous body now spread out before him. Her brown locks flowed over his white linen while her body began to wriggle with need.

  He stroked his erection eagerly. It had been too long since he’d felt the control over her body he desired. With all that had happened, the need was powerful. An addiction.

  While she may never admit it, he felt her need for his dominance in return.

  “I’m not sure...”

  “Wider, Willow. Let me see the pink of your core.”

  Coyly she spread her legs a little. He took another silk tie and wrapped it around one of her ankles.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpered, making him even harder.

  After tying the second leg, she was fully open. The view of his mate so vulnerable and ready for him to do as he pleased, hell, it made his cock so hard he was dripping in precum. He ran a hand over his mouth. God. He could plunge into her right now.

  “Touch me, please.” Willow moaned, her need growing, her pupils flaring with desire.

  Brayden ran his fingers across her soft abdomen and down through her freshly waxed pink pussy. He flicked her clit, and passion roared within him as her body responded. Moaning, Willow twisted within the restraints of the silk.

  Kneeling on the bed, Brayden took a pink nipple in his mouth and sucked—hard—creating just the right amount of pain. The little cry that escaped her lips had his erection twitching.

  Lifting her head, he directed his cock toward her mouth. “Just the end, Willow, no more.”

  She opened her red lips and he pushed in. Obeying him, she took the tip of his cock, licking and sucking him. Soon she was stretching for more, and he tsked at her.

  “Be a good girl. If you take it all, you’ll be punished.” God, he wanted her to take it all. He was punishing them both.

  She muttered something incoherent, then thrust forward. He hit the back of her throat, and as she gagged, he groaned loudly. Working him skillfully with her mouth, Brayden fought for control. It would be so easy to cum.

  He took two clips from the bedside cabinet and placed them on her nipples. She arched, opening her mouth with him still inside, and let out a delicious cry. Pulling out, he stroked himself, up and down, then slapped her lips with his cock.

  “My bad girl, you are oh so fucking good.”

  Making his way down her body, he flicked the nipple clips and enjoyed the way her body arched some more. He had to remember to be careful with his mortal. She knew he was a vampire, but he still couldn’t bite her. Doing so would trigger her change, and she had yet to decide. He couldn’t let his need to dominate and please her take the choice away. No matter how much he wanted to dig his fangs and cock into her simultaneously.

  He ran his fingers through her drenched pussy, spreading her wide and licking every inch of her as if he were starving. Colorful groans drove him further, his tongue pushing in. He pressed two fingers inside, salivating at the way her body gripped him.

  “More, more...I need...!” she cried out.

  He retrieved a dildo from under a pillow and turning it on, he ran it over her pelvic bone and thighs, teasing.

  Yeah, he had all the toys; he had the whole setup. He’d never claimed to be a virgin, and Willow would learn he’d had a lot of lovers over the many years of his life. She wouldn’t like it, he knew. She would, however, learn to love his skills.

  “I’m going to fuck you with this toy, baby. Then watch you come. Relax for me now.”

  He needed full and total control. He needed to possess her. Completely. Releasing the silk ties with speed, he flipped her over, her soft, round bottom now in the air. With his thigh, he pushed her legs wide apart. Moisture glistened, inviting him to take what was his.

  Face buried in the pillows, she mumbled and pushed out her ass. Wet, swollen, and ready, he ran the fat round tip over her folds and began to push in. He was torturing himself as he filled her with the sexual device.

  Reaching, he rubbed her clit, salivating as she panted and groaned. He pushed in further. “Take it all, Willow. That’s it, oh shit, good girl.”

  He began to stroke himself again. Up and down, up and down, watching the toy go deeper and deeper into his mate. His erection was begging to be inside her. Deep now, he increased the vibration and fucked her gently, then faster, faster, changing angles to increase her pleasure.

  His cock took over. Burning with desire, he could wait no longer. Would she allow him complete control of her body as she had before she knew what he was? Before she knew he was a vampire? Spreading her juices across her rear with his head, he nudged her puck. Willow let out a gasp.

  “You’ll let me in,” he instructed. “That’s a girl. Oh God, fuck, yes.”

  He pushed in gently, the dildo continuing to fuck her pussy. Holding her around the waist, he lifted her upper body against his chest.

  “Bray, oh fuck,” she cried.

  He wasn’t going to last. The glorious and addictive dominance sent pleasure roaring through his body.

  Plunge, plunge.

  “Willow, tug on your nipple clips.”

  “I...I’m going to—”

  “Do as I tell you. Now,” he growled into her hair.

  She gripped her breasts and twisted the little clips, howling as the desire took her over the edge. Her muscles clenched tightly around his cock.

  Yes! Ecstasy overtook him. He had to be inside her core. He pulled out, removed the vibrator, and tossed it onto the bed. Then finally, he was inside her.

  “Bray, shit.”

  “Keep coming, Willow. Come on my cock.”

  As her muscle contractions continued to milk his cock, he pumped in hard and deep, roaring as his orgasm joined hers. Pl
easure flashed through every inch of his body, and they collapsed on the bed.

  He wasn’t done.

  CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

  Stars filled Willow’s eyes as she lay panting. Brayden was draped over her back, his strong, talented hand running across her thigh. He pulled it back and draped it over his own large leg.

  “I need more of you, baby.”

  She could barely talk, so instead, she let out a muffled moan and arched her back, giving him her answer.

  Things were so confusing in her world right now. But this, right here, with Brayden—the way he dominated her—she felt safe, loved, and protected.

  She needed it.

  He shifted, propping himself against the pillows, and lifted her onto him. Lying along his body, he whispered into her hair with that husky, sexy voice of his.

  “Relax, I’m going to pleasure you some more.”

  He nudged her legs to fall apart at his waist and guided his erection inside. Together they sighed.

  “You feel so amazing.”

  “Do I fill you up?”

  Did he ever. “Yes, so perfect.”

  He moved rhythmically, kissing her neck, his hands gripping her breasts, needing them. One hand reached down to rub her clit, and immediately, she was on the edge.

  “OhGodohGod.”

  She tried to arch but his thick arms were holding her body as he pleasured her. Beneath her, she felt the solid strength of him, and her pants turned ragged.

  “Your body fits with mine so perfect, mi amore.”

  “More, Bray, harder.”

  He raised his hips and sped up. Thrust, thrust.

  She fought for control, but was completely at his mercy in this position. Just as he liked it. Just as she liked it.

  “Patience, my little sex kitten.”

  She had none; she needed release. Her muscles clenched around his cock and he hissed.

  “Willow, fuck.”

  He sat, pulling her legs into a sitting position, and thrust deeper. His strong arms wrapped around her, and he pumped. Again and again.

  “Yes!”

  “Gods.” The deep growl in her hair.

  Their orgasms struck together as he controlled the movement of both their bodies. Clutching his thighs, stars filled her eyes as her cries joined his.

  After they’d cleaned up, she lay in Brayden’s arms feeling surprisingly content, given she was inside a vampire castle. She knew he would never hurt her. The more information she gathered, the more empowered she was to decide.

  Did she want to become a vampire? No.

  Living forever had never been a desire of hers, so the opportunity to become immortal wasn’t as appealing for her as it might be for others. She knew some people hunted for the fountain of life. Not her. She didn’t want to lose her humanity. She loved being human. Still, she couldn’t remain human and be with Brayden.

  Life without Brayden?

  That was a strong no also. Sure, she’d only known him for just a over a week, but this was how deep her feelings went. A glimpse at his life over the past few days, and it was clear there would be a huge adjustment to her life. He was a freaking prince! And a vampire. She sure knew how to pick ’em.

  And he wasn’t a prince just in name; he lived in a ginormous castle with hundreds of staff who bowed. Jesus.

  “Your mind is making whirring sounds.” He ran a lazy hand down her back and across her bottom.

  “Just processing. Everything.”

  A kiss landed on her forehead. “Sleep, Willow. Tomorrow I’ll show you around the castle where you’ll learn more about my life. What could be our life.”

  She sat up and stared down at him.

  “I thought I was ready for all of this, but I’m not sure.”

  He drew her face to his lips and gently kissed her. “It’s not going to be easy, sweetheart. Just take it minute by minute.” He narrowed his eyes, a slight tilt to his lips. “Did I not tire my female enough?”

  She flopped her head back on his chest. “No. I’m so unsatisfied. Poor me.”

  She felt his chest shake in silent laughter, and a grin hit her lips.

  They woke up many hours later, the sun dipping low in the sky.

  Willow stood by the large window staring out across the castle grounds. While it was vast and she could see from her view all the people bustling around, there was a peaceful feel about Castle Moretti.

  Despite being full of vampires who would probably love to bite her. She shivered.

  “You ready?”

  She turned and her heart missed a beat.

  “Willow?” He stood in the doorway, hand frozen in the act of doing up his watch, a look of concern on his face. She knew now he could hear her heart rate, so any time it beat faster, he became a mother hen. Or rather, her protective rooster.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She grinned and shook her head. Some days he was so naive. Today, he had on tight black jeans which hugged his thick thighs and long legs. He’d chosen a navy-blue, long-sleeved cotton top which clung to his six pack. Hair, still a little wet from their shower, curled around his ears.

  He was freshly shaven, and had grinned when she had insisted she put moisturizer on him. Afterward, he had suddenly lifted her off her feet and kissed her forcefully.

  “Just reminding you I’m a powerful vampire despite letting you do that,” he had said in a deep, exaggerated voice.

  She had been breathless as he grinned, placed her back on the floor, and walked away looking incredibly pleased with himself. He had no need to prove anything. Brayden was all alpha. Dominant, tall, broad, and gorgeous. Every woman’s desire.

  And he was hers. He was also a vampire. So not exactly perfect.

  “Nothing’s wrong,” she said, coming back to the present moment. “Just...I’m just admiring the scenery.”

  He smirked. “Let us go on our tour.”

  They walked around the castle for what felt like hours, where she was introduced to dozens of castle citizens and staff. They treated her like royalty, which had been the greatest surprise. Many of them curtsied, and when she had glanced at Brayden, he’d simply given a little nod indicating it was right and proper.

  She’d rather they curtsy than bite her, so she let it go.

  “This is the center of our security,” Brayden said, swiping his finger across a security panel. He glanced at her before pushing inside.

  “Lance”—he placed a hand on Willow’s hip—“set Willow up with access.”

  All four of his team were seated around the room at various desks.

  “Yes, sir. Welcome home, my lord.” He then smiled at her. “And welcome, pr—ah, Willow.”

  What was he going to say? “Hi, Lance.”

  She recalled the night out in Los Angeles where Lance had left with two of Brianna’s friends. He was a good-looking guy and seemed to have charmed the pants off them.

  Probably literally.

  “Come around here.” He indicated to a device on the desk. Brayden then introduced her to Tom, Kurt, and Marcus.

  “So, you’re the one distracting our prince, huh,” Marcus teased. Brayden stood protectively close, as he had from the moment they’d met. Right now, she appreciated it more than ever. These men were large, dangerous looking, and downright gorgeous. All of them were over six foot three with wide shoulders.

  “These are my senior lieutenants. If you ever need to, you can trust them with your life. They report to Craig—”

  “Did I hear my name?” The powerful vampire barged into the room and gave her a wink.

  “Hey, Craig.” She’d met him enough times now to feel some semblance of comfort, though she doubted she ever would feel completely comfortable. He had a powerful and dangerous vibe like the rest of them, but there was something else too. A darkness. An edge. Think bad boy on steroids. His good looks likely melted panties, and she really hoped a pair of them hadn’t been Brianna’s.

  Unless it had been really damn good, and just the one time.
Heck, everyone deserved a good old-fashioned one-night stand at least once in their life.

  “Welcome to the castle.” Craig sat at his desk and leaned back. “Regan is secured; I’ve got two discrete guards on the job. Now we wait.”

  Kurt crossed his arms. “I don’t think we should just wait.”

  Lance directed Willow’s finger across the scanner while she listened to the conversation around her.

  “We need to keep this contained. We’ve sent a crew to Italy, but it could be a long game. Let’s see what happens at the ball,” Craig said firmly.

  Willow glanced at Brayden, who appeared to be more interested in her finger than the discussion. She wasn’t fooled, though.

  “He’s received no more correspondence, which raises some questions,” Marcus continued.

  Bray looked up. “None?”

  Marcus shook his head. Craig shrugged. “He said communication was sporadic. I don’t think it means anything.”

  Back to watching the scanning of her finger. When they were done, he pulled her into his side.

  “Next forty-eight hours, my priority is getting Willow settled into the castle,” he said. “Brief the LCs. They need to know what’s going on. It goes no further than that tier.”

  Craig frowned. “We’re not telling them about Regan.”

  “No.” He shook his head in agreement. “They just need to know there’s a potential coup at play here. I want the hall and the grounds prepared for it. Our guests arrive in a week.” Brayden gazed down at her, looking serious. “Let’s not make the mistake of assuming it won’t happen until then.”

  Tom coughed. “What do we tell the officers?”

  Craig answered, “Increased rebel activity and the prince’s mate is in residence.”

  “That’ll do it,” Tom agreed.

  “He’s right,” Brayden said, directing Willow to the door. “Use Willow’s presence here as the reason. Tell them the new princess is here.”

  What?

  Wait, what?

  The door closed on Craig’s muttered, “Fuck me.”

  Brayden gently pushed her frozen-in-place body along the corridor. “Keep walking, beautiful. I’ll explain. Close your mouth; you’ll catch flies.”