LORD HERODTime grew short as Lord Herod scrambled to prepare.He dispatched his male soldiers and urgently requested female guards from Lord Jakal. He ordered enough supplies to last three days and held an emergency meeting with his steward, bailiffs, and head farmers. He informed them of his impending absence, delegated responsibilities, and provided detailed instructions to ensure the smooth operation of work and his estate while he was unavailable. It had taken longer than usual, and by the time he returned to the cottage in the early afternoon, a sliver of worry crept into his mind. Would Emeriel still be there?Females in full heat tended to run away. So crazed with need, driven by instincts to flee, in search of a male to sate them.Relief flooded him as he entered the cottage and found her still pacing the room, a whirlwind of restless energy. But the moment he crossed the threshold, her scent hit him like a storm.Bloody hell, it has gotten even stronger. Choking. Intoxica
Her voice trembled. "I am scared, Lord Herod. Terrified I won't be able to handle it."Herod's heart ached for her and he reached out, his calloused hand hovering just above her arm, hesitant to touch her overheated skin."I won't let you get hurt. Trust me on that," he vowed, his gaze hardening with determination. "I will send for the grand king if I have to."Emeriel's eyes widened in alarm. "No!" she cried, her voice rising in pitch. "He cannot find out! I would rather ride the waves alone!""I'm not saying it's my first choice, little one," Herod assured her, his expression softening. "But I will not let you suffer. Because of your scent, I won't be here when your heat begins, but I will always be near."He reached out again, this time gently cupping her chin, ignoring her flinch yet again. "I'll make sure you're safe, no matter what it takes."••••••••••GRAND KING DAEMONIKAIIn the crowded court, Grand King Daemonikai recounted the ancient war against vampires to his rapt young
CHAPTER 38.LORD HERODHigh Lord Herodis’ heart ached with a profound sorrow he hadn't felt in decades. Emeriel's screams pierced the night’s air like a banshee's wail, filled with unbearable pain, each one a shard of ice twisting in his gut.He wanted nothing more than to rush to her, to mount the female in heat, especially with those screams of agony. The sound of her suffering was nearly unbearable.Despite the cottage being far away, her cries reached him clearly. As Urekai aged, their senses grew sharper, and their strength increased. Herod was no exception.His heightened senses were even sharper, capturing every tortured sound, and it broke him. He could even hear the desperate whimpers punctuating her screams.Herod's knuckles whitened as he gripped the arms of his study chair. His erection was hard and angry, straining through his pants. His muscles tensed in an effort to maintain control.While she struggled to ride out her torturous heatwaves, Herod rose and began to pace h
LORD HERODEmeriel’s screams began again.Herod could hear her crying, begging, and he hated it so much. She was in agony, and he despised how helpless he was to help her. But being far away from her was the best way to protect her.Once he caught a whiff of her scent, Herod knew it would be over. He would go into a rut. That's why he was in his room, pacing. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles ached, the floorboards creaking beneath his agitated strides."Somebody help! Please!" she cried, her voice raspy and raw. The sound of her shaking the cottage door rang in his ears.Herod squeezed his eyes shut, his nails digging into his palm. He had to ignore it. He had to."I ca-can't... I can't take this," she sobbed. "It's too much, please...I feel like I'm dying."Herod pressed his palms against his ears, desperate to block out the sound of her pain. But it was no use.His beast sensed the agony of someone they cared for, and was annoyed and restless within him. The urge to
Herod grabbed a quill and parchment, scribbling a hasty message.I apologize for the insolence of this late-night request, Your Grace. But a matter of utmost urgency has arisen. I implore you to grace my estate with your presence this evening. I await your arrival. The Lord of Agriculture.Herod rushed outside, the parchment clutched in his hand. Under the oak tree, he whistled sharply.Within moments, a sleek messenger bird swooped down, landing on his outstretched arm. Herod attached the message to its leg. Watching the bird take flight, he whispered a silent prayer, hoping the message would reach the grand king early. Hoping the ruler would honor his request.•••••••••••••GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI.Daemonikai was no longer hunting for Vladya.He knew the truth with every fiber of his being as he raced through the woods in the dark. His instincts had taken over. That nagging feeling had forced its way to the surface, overpowering his will.He ran, not with purpose, but with desperati
GRAND KING DAEMONIKAIDaemonikai could barely think, pure lust coursed through his body. Have to be inside her.He slammed the door of the cottage closed with a resounding thud. Lowering Galilea to her feet by the sturdy wooden table, he pinned her against it, her back pressing into the rough surface."Yes. Want you. Want you. Please." She was quivering, eyes glazed over with a mist of untamed arousal, her body slick with sweat.Mellow Hades, but her scent…The air was thick with it, potent and heady, like the richest incense, weaving through his senses and ensnaring him completely. All he wanted was to bury himself deep within her until the claws of this hunger was sated."Please." Galilea arched against him, impatient and desperate, grinding her ass against his hardened dick, until he felt like he would burst in the confines of his clothing. "I need it, I need it."Daemonikai forewent any further undressing, hastily freeing his aching member, his skin tingling with anticipation. He
"Take it. Take it." He couldn't recognize his own voice, so rough and animalistic, as he slammed in over and over again, with a force he would never have used on her outside the throes of a full heat. But she could take it now. Yes, she could.Galilea screamed so loud it might have reached the heavens as her body deteriorated. Muscles clenching around him so tightly he swore aloud, his climax tearing through him, his growls mingling with her screams."Fuck, you milk my essence so well, little princess," he grunted, filling her up with his seed, driving her into another convulsive orgasm.Galilea's blue eyes went wide with pleasure. Her mouth hung open in a soundless, endless scream, toes curling. Sound of tearing sheets reached him, the fabric she held in a dead grip ripping apart."So hot." Daemonikai was beginning to realize how he loved pushing her limits. She was so sexy when overwhelmed, when trying to handle everything he gave her.He kept moving against her clamping muscles and
A searing heat in the pit of her stomach ripped Emeriel from the depths of sleep. She stirred, a gasp escaping her lips as her lower belly clenched in a painful spasm. It was happening again.Her eyes darted around the room in a frantic scan, stopping as she spotted Daemonikai's large form seated in a chair by the corner, his head resting against the high back, eyes closed."Please, I need you," she whispered, biting her lips.His eyes snapped open. They blazed with an icy fury, pupils narrowed into slits. Emeriel recoiled at the sight."Your Grace?" Her voice was tentative. Cautious.He growled. Green eyes locked onto hers, but there was no recognition in his eyes. Only a burning rage that made her blood run cold. Another growl, deeper, more menacing than the last, came from him."Human," he spat the word like a curse, loaded with disgust.Emeriel shrank back further, the pain of her heat momentarily receeding.His hands clenched into fists, his breathing ragged and uneven. "The scum
AEKERIAWhen she heard his voice—a sound so deeply familiar and comforting—Aekeira could not suppress the surge of emotions that flooded her, hearing his voice. Her heart raced, and butterflies erupted in her stomach, a tumult of excitement and relief crushing her.She rushed toward him. "Your Highness.” Her hands fluttered over him—touching his chest, belly, and shoulders in a flurry of worried motions. “Are you alright, my lord? Are you hurt? Did something happen?" Aekeira scanned him for any sign of injury.Then, she froze, her hands stilling on his body.What in Tartarus had possessed her to touch him in such a manner without his permission? And in public, no less.His body stiffened under her touch.Aekiera's hand recoiled as if burned, her eyes darting around in sudden panic. The expressions on the faces surrounding them—slave masters, Urekai maids, and human slaves alike—ranged from shock to outright horror. Even slave master Tyke, with his usually sneering face, stared at her
GRAND LORD VLADYA"Your Highness," the healer packed his herbal bag, casting fleeting glances of concern at Vladya."What is it, Faiwick?" Vladya drank his tea casually, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue. "Your hesitation does not aid me, so you might as well speak plainly.""Forgive me, my lord, but you must bloodfeed. Truly, you do. Not the meager portions obtained from mere feeders, but a real feeding from Lady Merrilyn. With the proper rituals from the Sacred Ways Of Old.”"That is a little dramatic, do you not think?" Vladya arched an eyebrow."No. It is..." The healer ran his hand through his black hair. "You are not taking this seriously, my lord. Your body is in dire need of bloodfeeding and sexual intimacy. You cannot keep ignoring them any longer.""Calm yourself, Faiwick." Setting the glass down with cool indifference, Vladya met the healer's gaze. "I know I'm on the path to feral."His eyes went wide. "Y-you do?""Of course I do, it's my body, is it not? I feel thes
"Yes, yes. Get inside me. Now, please. Fill me up. Give me your seed. Your kn-knot. I want it." She was delirious with the heat, all inhibitions forgotten.Somehow, hearing that usually shy, hesitant mouth spout all those entreaties pleased him on a primal level. She wanted him, his dick, enough to beg for it.Kissing her cute little pointed nose, he lined himself up, his manhood brushing against her soft folds. Taking hold of her leg, he raised it, adjusting her the way he desired."Now. I want it now," she cried, her head shaking side to side, her black mane fanning out around her like a dark, silken blanket. Her eyes were closed, her face, a picture of raw hunger. "Give me now. I want it so much. So much."He plunged inside her, cursing as her body closed around him like a drooling, warm glove."Yesssss," Her eyes closed in pleasure, nails digging into his skin. "Thank you so much."Galilea's body welcomed him in a way that made his head spin, hugging his manhood like it wished to
EMERIELEmeriel could hear the moans of anguish in the air as she rode another wave of excruciating pain.It felt as though an iron fist clenched around her organs, squeezing tighter, twisting, and crushing without mercy.Tears streamed down her face, forming a pool where she laid. She’d pounded on the door, begging anyone within earshot to end this torment, before the next surge had thrown her to the cold, hard floor, tearing through her. It felt like a hundred galloping horses were trampling and leaping within her lower belly.It hurt so much. Surely, this pain was not normal.Her stomach convulsed violently, and she retched, the taste of bile sour in her throat. Expelling the contents of her stomach, Emeriel continued to vomit, again and again, each one leaving her weaker, emptier.So much pain.A vague figure hovered over her, lips moving soundlessly. Who was that? Was she finally meeting her creator? Emeriel hoped so. Blinking, she struggled to focus, but her vision swam. Her
At the fortress, he passed through the familiar intersection and was almost at Blackstone when he heard a familiar voice."Lord Vladya?"Vladya did not turn. "Not now, Ottai.""Yes, now," his friend insisted, his voice firm. " And if you do not grant me your time, I shall follow you all the way to Blackstone. And mark my words, I shall plague you until you give in."Vladya stopped with a resigned sigh."Figured as much. Everyone, leave," Ottai ordered. Within seconds, the meeting of paths was deserted, except for the two of them."It is the madness, is it not? It creeps closer. Tell me what troubles you, Vlad."Vladya met his gaze. "Nothing.""You know better than to lie to me," Ottai hissed, stepping closer, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "You vanished for days, now you return with bloodshot eyes, as if you haven't slept in weeks.""Fine. It's the madness. I lost track of time. Zoned out for days." He stated bluntly. "What are you going to do about it?"Ottai paled, his anger replac
Then, there was Evie's persuasive insistence."A female’s first heat is a delicate situation," she would remind him. "Scared, panicked, the girl is unsure of what to expect. They need to be with someone they not only trust but feel safe with. That young one chose you, my dearest. Trying to find them a compatible male is not only needless but futile and time-wasting. Every moment you are not there, that girl is not only terrified, but in severe pain."His bondmate had been right, of course. And so, Daemonikai had always been there to help.He made sure not to take their heats for granted, treating them with respect, making their first heat a memorable one. He had seen many first heats in his long life, he couldn't put a face to most of them anymore. But this one was different. This one felt different.Daemonikai reached out, unable to resist the urge to touch. Gently, he combed his fingers through her silken hair. Cool and fine as moon-spun silk, they slid through his fingers like wat
Emeriel stiffened. Her insides turned cold. "No."King Daemonikai shifted, pulling her closer as he settled on his side. More aftershocks of pleasure rocked her with his movement, and she whimpered. So full. "I almost killed you when I rose from that brief sleep," he said in that deep, soothing tone behind her. "I thought it might be possible, so I left the bed. But it obviously was of no use. If it happens again, I might actually kill you, Galilea."I don't mind. The words caught in her throat as Emeriel's belly dropped. Oh, she had it bad. So bad that she genuinely did not care if he killed her, as long as it was him here, spending this heat with her."I don't want another male, Your Grace." The mere thought was like a thousand needles dancing across her skin."Leah…"Emeriel, Your Grace. Her middle name had never sounded so good coming from anyone, but she wished she could hear him call her by the name she really answered to. Emeriel."I can't bear another's touch," she croaked. E
A searing heat in the pit of her stomach ripped Emeriel from the depths of sleep. She stirred, a gasp escaping her lips as her lower belly clenched in a painful spasm. It was happening again.Her eyes darted around the room in a frantic scan, stopping as she spotted Daemonikai's large form seated in a chair by the corner, his head resting against the high back, eyes closed."Please, I need you," she whispered, biting her lips.His eyes snapped open. They blazed with an icy fury, pupils narrowed into slits. Emeriel recoiled at the sight."Your Grace?" Her voice was tentative. Cautious.He growled. Green eyes locked onto hers, but there was no recognition in his eyes. Only a burning rage that made her blood run cold. Another growl, deeper, more menacing than the last, came from him."Human," he spat the word like a curse, loaded with disgust.Emeriel shrank back further, the pain of her heat momentarily receeding.His hands clenched into fists, his breathing ragged and uneven. "The scum
"Take it. Take it." He couldn't recognize his own voice, so rough and animalistic, as he slammed in over and over again, with a force he would never have used on her outside the throes of a full heat. But she could take it now. Yes, she could.Galilea screamed so loud it might have reached the heavens as her body deteriorated. Muscles clenching around him so tightly he swore aloud, his climax tearing through him, his growls mingling with her screams."Fuck, you milk my essence so well, little princess," he grunted, filling her up with his seed, driving her into another convulsive orgasm.Galilea's blue eyes went wide with pleasure. Her mouth hung open in a soundless, endless scream, toes curling. Sound of tearing sheets reached him, the fabric she held in a dead grip ripping apart."So hot." Daemonikai was beginning to realize how he loved pushing her limits. She was so sexy when overwhelmed, when trying to handle everything he gave her.He kept moving against her clamping muscles and