Kian Her eyes were hypnotic. I almost creamed my pants when I saw her in that tight as hell suit with a whip in her denty hands. So fucking sexy. "State your Case," she says. The only case I'll have once this meeting is over is a case of blue balls. "Why don't you talk first, King Zibor? You all look like cat got your tongue." She laughed. Goddess, even her laugh was sexy. Zibor twitched on his seat. He was probably boning over all that magical blood of her and her sexy body. Zibor stood up as she lay back in her chair. "My Queen. The vampire community was truly devastated when you decided to end our centuries old agreement. For centuries, vampires were granted free pass to Verona City without any issue. Your Aunt Marilla and I..." "My aunt and you, that is correct. Verona City has a new queen. It's only fair that new alliances should get drawn. What do the vampires have to offer us? I know for a fact how vampires get their kicks by drinking witch blood. The younger and the mo
Aminda I knew Kian was going to be here tonight. That's why I decided to enter with an invisibility spell. The moment I saw him in the crowd, I lost all composure. He was as handsome as ever. His chiseled jaw with that stubble reminds me of how it felt every time he was face deep between my thighs. All those masculine features of his sent pools of warmth to my groin. His brilliant blue eyes were searching for me, and somehow, they would always pinpoint to my location. I just wanted to straddle him, run my hands through his hair, and kiss him with all my might. Then I remembered he had a Luna and the monster of jelousy tore through my body. When I asked him why he didn't bring her. He looked straight into my eyes and said his Luna was here. It almost made me lose my don't give a fuck façade. Right now, as he stopped me from leaving, his strong arm surrounded my waist, and with his other hand, he held my head in place. I forgot for a minute who I was. His lips collided with min
Kian I was dreaming of her like most nights, only this time her warm, velvety mouth felt too real. I grabbed her head with one hand. She felt real, too. I fought the need to open my eyes in case it was just a dream and I didn't want to wake up. Fuck even in my dreams she was too good! I tightened my grip on her head as I thrust my hips fucking her mouth with indomitable need. Her mouth worked wonders with my cock, deep throating me at times. Soon jets of cum spurt from my cum. I knew her mouth would've been overfilled had she been real. Without letting go of her hair, I opened my eyes as I panted for air. Piercing deep purple eyes looked straight into my soul. I tightened my grip on her hair even more, and I yanked her up, making her land on my chest. "Are you even real?" I asked as I stared at her like a lovestruck teenager in front of his crush. She was fucking stunning. She was completely naked, and her hair and body were dripping wet. I stared at her round perky breasts as she
Aminda I got up stealthily after Kian fell asleep. I grabbed one of his shirts. It fell down to my mid thighs. I grabbed his phone and took a selfie with it. Using an invisibility spell and a scent cloaking one, I ventured out of the room. The darkness inside my body prevents me from sleeping. I mean, I retire to my room at night, but I'm not sleepy. It's been years since I last slept. I hummed to myself as I walked the deserted halls of the palace. I passed by King Korin's and Queen Annabel's room. I did not enter, I kept walking until I reached the room I wanted. It was time I finally met Fiorella. For years, I've been insanely jealous of this woman. I passed through her room's wall. She laid on her bed, sleeping on her back. Her short black hair looks perfectly styled, even while she sleeps. She was lying about the racy lingerie, though. She had a set of silk pajamas on, shorts, and a sleeveless tank. One of her walls is a complete shrine to Kian. It's covered in pictures of a
Kian If it weren't for the evidence, my Temptress left on my phone, I would've thought, last night only happened in one of my dreams. I stared at the picture, unable to put my phone down. She looked sexy. She looked like mine wearing my shirt. I recapped in my mind our conversation. I was definitely going to search through all the books in our private library and archives. I was precisely doing that throughout most of the day when the delicious aroma of food filled my nostrils. I looked towards the door to find Fiorella, holding a trade with food and drinks. She was wearing a very short dress, which was weird because she always dresses elegant and rather conservative. "Hey." Said Fiorella. As she sauntered toward me with the deliciously smelling food. "I thought you might be hungry. You have been working all day." She placed the trade on the desk and sat on the corner. Her dress goes up, showing an indecent amount of flesh. I looked at her and the trade as if they were snakes.
Aminda "Say that you take back your rejection!" His thrusts became deeper and faster as he was driving himself into a frenzy of lust and possessiveness. "Say that you're mine." His thrusts were frenetic. I was afraid the headboard was about to break. I couldn't speak. It was too much. Too much sensation. Too much pleasure. I felt the cramps in my pelvic area, the impending orgasm building up, but then he stopped. I opened my eyes and met with his. His blue eyes were clouded with desire. I was panting, drunken with need. My voice was raspy from screaming his name. "I'm yours, Kian. Only yours. Forever yours." I whispered, my eyes never leaving his. A satisfied groan scaped his throat. He started pounding again with the same madness as before. The sounds of the bed were mortifying. He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them over my head. My boobs jolted up. He swirled his tongue on one of my nipples before latching on it and sucking it painfully. The pleasure was so intense at the
Kian Finally, tonight, I will see Aminda again. Another day without her was going to drive me crazy. The fact that she could finally sleep after so many years, being unable to do so is more than proof enough that we're meant for each other. She slept in my arms like a baby the other night. My hands itch with the need to touch her supple skin again. I checked myself in the mirror one last time while I put my diamon cufflinks on. This black tux was made exclusively for the party by a famous human designer. The only thing souring my mood is Fiorella. Dad insisted that we arrive together. He's going with mom on a different car, as well as River and his mate Piper. As I descended the stairs, I could see everyone waiting for me. Fiorella was standing next to Mother. Both looked regal and elegant. I wonder what Aminda was going to wear. She has a killer body. I was probably going to spend the whole night being jealous of all the men ogling her. Mother beamed when she saw me. "You look
Kian Aminda walked past Gray without sparing him a glance. She had a smirk the whole time, her eyes locked with mine. I was smiling broadly at her, too. Her beauty was undescribable. If Gray's wives left everyone here awestruck, Aminda's beauty sucked the life out of everyone present here. She was the type of beauty that provoke, envy, jelousy, and possessiveness, depending on the beholder. "King kian." She said seductively. "I didn't want to pass this chance to meet my usurper." Fiorella's eyes went wide in disbelief. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Aminda gave Fiorella a once over. "What a downgrade." She pouted. ""You...How dare you witch?!" Fiorella spat. She had grown accustomed to being treated like royalty, and here she was now been looked down upon. Aminda put a manicured hand on my chest. Her nails were painted black with silver little crescent moons and stars. She lowered her eyes seductively. She had a little diamond pasted on each eye lid. I couldn't wai