Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 85552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
How long did it take Ethan to replace her? Not long at all.
Camille had only been gone for two years. The new wife’s belly was full with his child and due to deliver any day now.
What type of man watches his wife be carted off to breed for another and married the next year?
“No, Ethan,” Camille cried and turned on her stomach.
I almost woke her and shoved my cock inside her to show her that Ethan was her past and I was her future.
But there was no need.
I could feel her emotions pulsing through the air, and my vampire instincts told me all I needed to know. Her thoughts were of me, consuming her day and night. She craved my touch and my bite, and she put away the memories of a bygone era to make room for my presence in her heart.
But are the fangs enough?
And how do I feel about her? Am I in love or simply whipped by that intoxicating blood and wet flesh between her thighs?
My brain yelled run, but every cell in my body screamed that she was my queen and my heartbeat at an insurmountable pace.
How did she change me so fast?
I had dedicated my whole life to stopping oppression. All those decades I shook my head at men—vampire and human—wondering why they would try to possess and control their women.
Now it clicked.
Camille was mine in every sense of the vile domineering word and even worse, I was hers in every way. I shuddered at the thought of what I would do for her if she asked—kill, steal, desecrate the holy god Ambi, destroy cities and masses of people just at her command. It sickened me to know how my control waned.
She must never know.
I recoiled in horror at her power.
And what would I do if she did try to leave?
I doubted it would end well.
A low but wild growl escaped my lips.
She belonged to me and no one else! Not The Quiet King nor Ethan or any other man could court her. It would be suicide on the most lethal level.
Is it my power ripening or the natural will of a vampire to want to fully possess what he thinks is his?
It didn’t matter. Blood would paint the streets if another touched her. That was guaranteed.
For a few silent minutes, I loomed over her. Hot fury radiated from me, promising destruction should another lay a finger on her.
Stop it. No one else is around. Calm yourself.
I slung the cloth to the other side of the tent, lay down next to her, and closed my eyes.
What am I even saying? Murder? Children? Queen? What is wrong with me? Mine? Is she property now?
I groaned in disgust.
I’ve changed my whole outlook on life in just a few days with her. Trying to own a woman was never my plan.
And yet my queen slept next to me with full lips, taunting brown nipples, and glistening flesh that begged me to pierce it with my cock and fangs.
Maybe I should let her go? I don’t like this fear. I’m disgusted with my thoughts.
Another dark growl left me. Power rippled under my flesh.
No. I could never let her go.
I violently gripped the fur blanket.
But. . .this is madness.
I could feel how demented I could get over Camille.
I’ll drop her off in a town where she’ll be safe, and then I’ll race away from her taunting scent. Enough of this!
I gripped the blanket harder and gritted my teeth.
Movement sounded.
I opened my eyes.
Fully awake, Camille gazed back at me. And in that moment I wanted to surrender all that I had to her, just so she wouldn’t look away.
She needs her freedom, but I won’t let her have it.
Regret lodged in my throat.
“I had a nightmare,” she confessed. “Is the sun down yet?”
“No. You’ve only been asleep for an hour.”
“And when it’s dusk, are you heading back to Capitol City?” she asked.
I forced myself not to growl or snarl at her.
She said you and not we. Does she not understand?
Instead, I formed my lips into a smile.
She thinks she has options and choices to make.
“Why are you smiling and not answering my question?” Camille raised her eyebrows. Her eyes shimmered, telling me she was annoyed. They also shimmered when I made her come. My cock hardened at the thought. My fangs ached inside my gums, ready to push through.
“Yes, I’ll go to Capitol City, but I’ll see Leeta first and tell her I didn’t get the Zumayan mushrooms.” I dove my hands under the blanket to clasp on to my erection and calm it down. “Will you be coming with me?”
She considered my question.
I read her mind, pondering all the different possibilities that filled her head. I forced myself to relax and maintain a neutral mask—the predator never startles the prey unless absolutely necessary.