Captured (Vampire King Book 2) (7 page)

“That
wasn’t a request,” Samuel mumbled.

I
wiped the water from my eyes and stared at him. “Well then, you wasted an
order. And if you keep spurting out orders, I’ll just leave earlier.”

“And
then I’ll catch you,” he snarled.

“I
don’t like how that sounds.” I sponged my neck, too annoyed and unable to savor
the exotic fragrance of the soap as bubbles glided down my skin. “You make it
sound like I can’t leave, like I’m a prisoner here. Don’t forget that I’ve
escaped one vampire king. I’ll escape another.”

Causing
a wave to push through the water, Samuel closed the distance between us within
seconds. His fangs hovered barely an inch from my neck. The veins around his
forehead bulged with rage. His claws tore out of his fingertips. “Now you’re
just boasting about impossible things, like escaping me.”

My
heart slammed against my chest. “You’re scaring me.”

He
raised his head and looked into my eyes. His warm breath brushed against my
lips. “No, my queen, it is you who is scaring me.”

He
pressed his mouth to mine, sucking on my bottom lip then spearing the opening
with his tongue. A tingling sensation burst from my mouth and shot to my feet,
making me curl my toes.

“I
won’t make it easy for you to leave me.” He kissed me some more.

“It’s
already hard,” I murmured between breaths. He grunted as his lips returned to
savoring mine and his hands slipped up my thighs.

I’m going to spend every free
moment fucking you until you beg me to let you stay.
His voice unfolded in my mind
like the slow melody of a violin. He left a trail of kisses from my lips to my
neck. His hands continued to journey between my thighs. An ache so strong that
I thought I’d die from the need swelled within my folds, begging him to fulfill
it.

“But
it won’t be my body that decides if I stay,” I weakly replied.

We’ll see about that,
he whispered inside my head. The
edge of his sharp fangs teased my flesh. I shivered with anticipation.

“Turn
around.” He helped me rise, twisted me, and pressed his hard body into the soft
curve of my behind. I positioned myself on all fours. The warm water rose to my
hips and lapped around me as Samuel’s hand caressed every inch of my body. His
claws remained extended but did not pierce my flesh. Their sharp tips so close
to my skin threatened the possibility of pain and triggered dark desires within
my core as I balanced between enjoyment and fear. He gently raked his claws
from my shoulders down my back. I shivered and cried out in pleasure as tiny
glints emerged wherever he touched.

He
wrapped my long hair around his hand and lovingly pulled my head back. His
fangs grazed the tender tip of my ear. “Stay with me.”

“No,”
I protested as he released my hair.

Grumbling,
he traced my aching folds with the tip of his cock, teasing me with each contact.
With no warning, he thrust that stiff sword into me, separating my thighs. My
flesh surrounded his hardness. He spread me wide open to fit him, his cock
slick with my moistness. And then he pounded that weapon into my body, the
cushion of his balls slapping against my behind. He never let me catch my
breath as he shoved, thrust, and stroked until I screamed out in frenzy,
“Samuel! Harder! Please!”

One
of his hands shifted to my hips, guiding me back and forth on his length. Water
splashed against my skin, spilling out of the tub. His tenna herb scent wrapped
around my senses. Still pushing within me with hard strokes, he pierced my
shoulder with his fangs.

You’ll leave, but I’ll never be
too far away.
His
fangs sank deeper into me.
This planet
isn’t big enough to hide from me.
His voice swirled around in my head as my
insides clenched and the bud between my thighs swelled.
Whose cock is hammering you
? he roared in my mind.

“My
king’s,” I moaned between breaths. A fevered thirst erupted on my skin as he drew
my blood to him. I slumped into his fangs, rocking back and forth as he fucked
me harder. My pleasure mounted to the point that when his fingers traveled
between my thighs, separated my folds, and traced circles along the tip of my
swollen clit, I exploded with a loud scream and was drenched with desire. My
body collided into hot, wet orgasm after orgasm and didn’t cease, not even when
he pulled his fangs away.

“Damn
you,” he bellowed. A rugged moan ripped from his throat. His warm seed spurt
within me. I gripped the edge of the tub as a tingling liquid sensation coated
my tunnel and cold seeped in me until I was numb. I gritted my teeth and
spasmed for a few seconds, tightening my hold on the tub so I wouldn’t fall
into the water.

“Do
you feel that?” Inch-by-inch he left my body. “Our bodies react to each other
in every way. Even when I’m coming inside of you, your body aches for more.”

The
cold tingling evaporated. I sighed as my body returned back to normal. Samuel
helped me off my knees and steered me onto his lap. He guided the soft sponge
along my legs. I closed my eyes and leaned back against his muscular chest. His
moist skin emanated a soothing warmth. That alluring tenna scent drifted from
him. I laid my head back on his broad shoulders. His hand spread my legs open
as he affectionately dabbed the sponge at the now sore area between my thighs.
“So when do you plan on leaving? And no, I don’t want to talk about this
later.”

“I
will leave tomorrow night.” I waited for him to growl or yell in protest, but
he remained silent.

“Stay
for a week at least.” His hand still cleansed me. The soft material tickled my
clitoris. A flicker of lust appeared. I guided the sponge away.

It’s already too hard to get away
from you.

I
cleared my throat. “I just want to make sure Leeta is okay and then I’m going
to leave.”

“And
what about the hundreds of Royal Guards who are hunting you?” He stopped the
sponge. “Or your blood, which apparently changes humans to vampires?”

So, Leeta is now a vampire.

My
lips separated, but nothing came out at first and then I swallowed. “I can go
to Charki.”

“Mage
territory?” He spat out the two words as though they were repulsing. Samuel’s
muscles grew larger around his shoulders, lifting my head high.
Is he getting larger?
I sat up and turned
around to see him better. His arms bulged and pumped up with strength.

“You
want to go to Charki? Where no vampires can step or walk on that land,” Samuel
said. “I’ll never get to see you.”

“You’re
getting bigger. Calm down.” I touched his chest. “Something new happens to you
every time you get angry.”

“Never
mind that.” He moved my hand away. “Charki forbids vampires.”

“But
you must admit that would fix the Royal Guard problem.” I scooted off of his
thigh and sat next to him, analyzing his new physical change.

He is ripening quickly. Whatever
ripening is…this has to be it.

“I
don’t want you in mage territory. I don’t want you where I can’t visit.”

“What
about the threat of the Quiet King?” I asked.

“What
about the ripening vampire prince who has made you his queen and does not want
any distance between us?” His shoulders ballooned another inch.

“You
said you understood my need to start a new life.” The words came out a little
shaky as I took in Samuel’s huge form. “I won’t be your prisoner.”

Slinging
the sponge to the side, Samuel snarled and shut his eyes. His muscles decreased
into the normal bulk as he breathed in and out. “I don’t want to imprison you.
In fact, I want to do many things to and for you, but none of them would cause
you pain or distress.”

“Making
me remain in some fast-and-quickly-put-together commitment will cause me
distress,” I insisted. “Besides, you’re no jailer. It’s against everything
you’ve done in your life. You help people escape slavery.”

“I
know what I do. So tell me, would living with me be like being a slave?”

“Yes.
If I can’t leave.”

He
exhaled and stood up in the bathtub. Water streamed down his rows of muscle
and, made its way along his long and still erect cock. The peak tinted pink
with hunger and every cell in my body wanted to feed it some more. No doubt
reading my thoughts, he grumbled and climbed out of the bathtub. His hands
snatched up a blue towel with white clouds on it and wrapped it around his
thick waist.

“You
want to leave tomorrow night then I won’t stop you.” His words came out rough
and deeper than I’d ever heard him speak before. “But I beg that you at least
remain with me two more nights.”

Sinking
deeper into the warm water, until the bubbles touched my chin, I considered his
request. It definitely made sense to find out what was going on with my blood
and why my absence at the Quiet King’s castle commanded a hundred guards to
search for me. Discovering those secrets would only help me as I journeyed to
another area and began my life.

“Okay.
I’ll stay for two more days, but if it gets dangerous for you to keep me here,
then I’ll leave sooner. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Guards
burned down a town looking for you and you’re worried about my safety.” He
smiled and combed his fingers through his wet hair. “If you prefer it, I won’t
sleep in the bed with you. I’ll sleep on the sofa in the room where Leeta is.
It will help you wean off of me.”

I
bit my bottom lip and rubbed my thighs together under the water. Samuel’s gaze
shot to where my thighs were. And although he couldn’t see them under the
bubbles, I believed he knew what I was doing.

“We
can sleep in the same bed together,” I whispered. “I just don’t want a serious
relationship right now. I want to be free.”

“Free
to do what?” Samuel asked with a mask of neutrality.

Sighing,
I replied, “Since I was born I’ve always held a title that came with loyalty,
duties, and limits to a man. I was my father’s obedient daughter, Ethan’s wife,
and then the Quiet King’s domina, now you want me to be your queen.” I wiped my
face with my damp hands. “And there is nothing wrong with being your queen. To
date, you’ve protected and provided for me. But for now, I just want to be
Brie, to know how it feels on my own.”

He
turned away. “You could learn about yourself with me. I could give you space
and stop reading your thoughts.”

“I’m
sorry, Samuel, but I’ll only remain here for two more nights and then I’m
leaving.”

“Then
we’ll sleep in separate rooms.”

“Are
you withholding sex from me?”

He
responded with a deep rumble as he stormed out of the bathroom and closed the
door behind him. The room grew darker. Shadows skipped along the painted fish
on the wall as the candlelight swayed. I gazed at the bubbles wavering on the
warm water in front of me, hoping I was doing the right thing and wondering why
this painful lump of sorrow had materialized within my chest.

Chapter Five

“Leeta
is a vampire,” Victoria screeched the words out of her mouth from where she sat
on the bed next to Leeta. Ty remained in the doorway as though unable to enter
the room.

“A
vampire!” Victoria yelled.

“Yes,
child. We know.” Leeta patted Victoria’s hand. “You have to calm down before
the whole city hears you.”

“How
do you feel?” Samuel kneeled on the other side of the bed, holding Leeta’s
hand.

“I
feel brand new, besides my gums. They’re sore,” Leeta replied. “It’s like
they’re on fire.”

“It’s
how your gums will feel the first few times you push your fangs out,” Ty
explained from the doorway. I parked myself on the brown sofa next to the bed,
taking in the whole scene. I wore one of Samuel’s black shirts and a pair of
Victoria’s gray pants. Due to Victoria’s tall height, I had to roll the pants
up. I’d tied the bottom of Samuel’s shirt tight around my waist to somewhat
conform to my small frame. Samuel hadn’t said much to me since our conversation
in the bathroom. He didn’t seem mad, just extremely upset and it hurt me to
know that I was the cause of his despair.

“She’s
a vampire,” Victoria mumbled with shivering hands. “And you say this happened
because of your queen’s blood?”

Samuel’s
jaw twitched at the mention of me being his queen. “We shouldn’t jump to
conclusions, but Brie’s blood could be a possible cause.”

A
human turning into a vampire was unheard of. As far as I knew, vampires could
only be birthed and one of the baby’s parents had to be a vampire. Until Leeta,
I had never heard of an adult human being transformed into a vampire. I caught
Samuel staring at me. He looked away. My fingers nervously gathered my shirt’s
fabric, twisting and turning it.

“Could
there be other reasons for Leeta becoming a vampire?” I asked.