Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
But just then all Kaira could see was the man, the vampire, the king who had taken her in every single way.
Henrik held out his hand and she accepted it, and the jolt of energy that erupted upon their touch made her suck in a breath. It skittered over her skin, tightened in her throat, and stirred a ferocious arousal in her blood and between her legs.
By the way Henrik’s fangs stretched out, she wasn’t the only one feeling it, either. “You are my salvation in every way. You have not only given me health, you’ve given me something more to live for, to fight for. You’ve given me hope, and allowed me to become the leader I should.” He squeezed her hand and swallowed hard, and the emotion in his voice and eyes had her getting choked up at how right this felt. “Kaira, I take you as my queen, my wife, my partner, and my equal. I pledge to love you, cherish you, and protect you. Now and always.”
Falling to one knee around them, the warriors chanted in an ancient language, their tones fierce and proud.
Kaira’s heart swelled in her chest. How had she found so much in so little time?
Henrik continued, “The ancient blood magic has deemed us an excellent match.” He held up their hands between them. “A match most rare. And I agree. There could be no one else for me except you. Kaira Sorensen, will you be my mate?”
She felt no indecision now. “Henrik Magnusson, I could think of nothing I want more than to become your mate. And I promise to love you, cherish you, and protect you, too. I am yours, Henrik. Always.”
The words were no more off of her tongue than an intense heat flared between their palms. For a long moment, Kaira felt as if her skin had been seared. And then as quickly as it began, the sensation disappeared.
Henrik raised their joined hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. Which was when she saw that parts of their mating marks were now filled in with colors—greens and blues and reds. He flipped their hands over to real a new mark on their palms as well, with tight knots. Kaira gasped. It was stunning.
And pure magic. Just as all of this was.
Another roaring cheer rose up from the warriors, making Kaira smile even as an urgent need clamored through her body.
“Henrik...” She wasn’t sure how to voice what she needed, she just knew that she yearned for him. “Please.”
He nodded as he unfastened the hooks on his robe and lifted the hood off his head, revealing a stunning silver crown studded with faceted red stones—the same stones now braided into the side of his hair. “It is time.” He dropped the cloak behind him.
He was completely naked. And utterly desirable.
“Oh, God, I need you.” It should’ve felt strange or uncomfortable to experience this in front of these other men, but all she could see, think about, and focus on was him.
“I know, kjære. Now you.”
She disrobed as well, leaving her in nothing but a soft, shimmery shift and her crown. Trembling, she swallowed hard. Kaira felt like she stood on the edge of a cliff, and couldn’t wait to fall.
Henrik retrieved a blade from where it sat at the ready beside him and put it to his throat. And then he cut a thin line until a rivulet of blood run down his throat, his chest.
Kaira whined, nearly beside herself with desire. “Henrik—”
“What do you want to do, Kaira? Whatever urge are you fighting, give in to it.”
She put her fingers to her throat and knew. “I want your blood.”
Henrik groaned. “Yes. Yes, kjære. Take it. Take me. Now.”
On pure animal instinct, Kaira flew at him. Henrik caught her in his arms and roared his approval as her mouth found his throat. She groaned in delirious ecstasy as his blood flowed into her. It felt so right. It relieved the urgent hunger she’d felt. It made her feel more alive than she’d ever felt in her whole life.
And she couldn’t get enough.
She whimpered and clutched at him.
“That’s right. Take all of me, my Kaira.” He stroked her hair and held her to him so tight.
Tight enough that she could feel how her drinking from him affected him. Between her legs, his cock was hard and thick and twitching against her, driving her wild with more than just blood lust.
Ravenous to have all of him, and driven by some primal need she couldn’t explain and had never before felt, Kaira reached between them and grasped his cock. She whined when she realized her shift was in the way.
Henrik growled. “Here, Kaira? Now?”
Using every bit of her strength, she released her mouth from him and met his flaring gaze. “I need you in me in every way you can, Henrik. My king. My lord. I want you to take me, too.”