Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“I guess more than a little,” she rasped, her thirst making its demands known as it always did, but even more so since she’d been pregnant. She was eating and drinking for two now, and the baby’s accelerated growth meant she was always hungry. For food. For Nikolai. “No fair. I need you, too.”
Do you now? He repeated her teasing words back to her. Damn him.
“Nikolai, please.”
Just like that, he released her, licked the bite closed, and picked her up so that her legs went around his hips. She laughed at the surprising quickness of his movements and held on tight as he carried her out of Vasilievskoe’s indoor gun range. And then up and up and up to their apartment.
But not before passing half the warriors.
From where he was working out in the gym, Leo sniggered when he saw them go past.
“Got something to say, Leo?” Nikolai called without stopping.
“Have fun, my lord.” The gray-eyed vampire’s tone was full of teasing.
“Oh, my God,” Kate said, burying her face against Nikolai’s cheek. He just chuckled.
In the warriors’ vamp cave—re-nicknamed because they all objected to her calling it a man cave since they weren’t men—they passed Mikhail and Anton where they sat drinking whiskey and watching a movie with lots of loud, fast cars. Nikolai had kept the doctor with them wherever they were in case Kate were to have any complications.
Formal as always, Mishka shot to his feet. “Everything all right, my lord, my lady?”
Kate still wasn’t used to that—to being a freaking queen—but at least Mikhail was the only one who routinely insisted on referring to her new status outside of ceremonial occasions.
Nikolai spun in a circle and grinned. “Everything is fucking excellent.”
Mikhail laughed. “Very good, my lord.”
Kate looked over her shoulder as her king kept right on moving. “You vampires need to get mated soon because I need more estrogen in this place.”
“Yeah,” Nikolai called as he raced up the steps. “Consider that a royal order.”
“Ooh, I could get used to giving orders.” Kate laughed as Nikolai kicked their apartment door shut with his boot.
“Is that so?” he asked, those blue eyes flashing with all the heat he’d banked in the time it took them to get to their bedroom. He placed her down on their bed and leaned over her, forcing her to recline beneath him. “Do you have an order for me?”
Kate thought about it for a long moment, until a picture took shape in her mind and she gave voice to it. “Anything?”
“Anything, Katya. But tell me now because I’m not feeling very patient.”
She let him see every bit of desire she felt in the way she looked at him as she spoke. “Undress us, put on your crown, and then get on your knees between mine.”
The growl that rumbled in his throat was so freaking hot.
“And then?” he asked, already working off her jeans as he kicked off his boots.
“Put that sexy mouth on me.” She arched a brow at him.
They both took care of their own shirts, and Kate shrugged out of her bra as she watched six-foot-five inches of devastatingly masculine vampire cross the room to retrieve his crown from its big velvet-lined box.
In mere seconds he was right where she’d told him to be. On his knees, pushing her knees apart, wearing a priceless, ancient gold crown at a rakish angle. He nailed her with a heated stare. “I am going to fucking devour you.”
“I was counting on tha—” His actions stole her breath.
His mouth stole her sanity.
His heart had utterly stolen hers.
Because she was all the way seduced by her vampire king. And always would be.