Prince Deacon rolled onto his side, leaning on one elbow, looking at her, “I am not so sure I want to share you anymore.” Sanura chuckled. “What does a vampire have that a werewolf doesn’t?” Prince Deacon asked. “Youth and the feeling, when they bite,” she smiled looking at him. “That’s it?” Prince Deacon asked. “Yes. I never thought I can reach cl*max without the toxins of a vampire bite, but you have proved wrong,” she smiled. “If it is youth you want then I can arrange it,” Prince Deacon said, taking in her beauty, her golden-brown eyes clear with the bed lamp shining on her. “What do you mean?” Sanura asked, interested. Prince Deacon caressed her skin, starting from her lips and tracing his fingers down to her bre@st, to her navel and slipping his fingers between the folds of her womanhood, stroking her cl*toris, “I merely have to ask a vampire to let you drink from them and they will gladly let you without even expecting to drink from you. If it is the intoxication, you
“Are you ok? Didn’t you have s*x with your former husbands?” Prince Vasili asked, retracting. “I did. Well, not with prince Ra but I did with prince Adio, once, the first night he made me his wife,” Chione said. “Guess that is what happens when you have too many wives,” Prince Vasili entered her again, looking at her frowning face, “I am sorry. I promise it gets better after a couple of times,” he said, trying to be as gentle as possible. Prince Vasili remembers that his parents would want proof and so opens his mind to his pack, hating the fact that he had to share such an intimate moment. It felt like forever to Chione, and she tried her best not to cry but soon the silent tears escaped her eyes. At first prince Vasili did not see the tears running down the side of her face because he closed his own eyes so that he does not have to see her frowning face, not wanting the image of her pain causing him to lose his erecti0n again. Reaching his climax he opened his eyes, his manhood
Bleidd stopped Zahra from entering his room, “wait, let me pick you up.” “What for?” she asked, confused. “It is just a European tradition,” he said, ready himself to pick her up. “I thought we are in America?” Zahra said as he swept her up in his arms. “My family is originally from Italy,” he said carrying her into his room. ‘Redheads from Italy?’ Zahra thought to herself that it was strange. Bleidd put her down once inside the room. “What now?” she chuckled. “Now we consummate our marriage while my family watch,” Bleidd spilled out the words without thinking. “What are you talking about? You don’t mean that people are actually going to come and watch us?” Zahra protested. “Not exactly. They will watch through my mind,” Bleidd explained, reaching for her dress to unfasten it. “Why? Don’t they trust you?” Zahra asked, wondering if they can see her right now through his eyes. “Just forget I said anything,” Bleidd said, kissing her on her bare shoulder, before dropping her r
Panya lay closer to him, putting her head so close to his that she could feel his whisky breath against her face. She placed her hand on his cheek and stroked him, like a mother would a child, “Hush now.” They fell asleep without consummating the marriage and the next morning didn’t wake up when queen Lana walked into the room, to find them naked in each other’s arms, ‘Guess that is enough proof,’ she thought, showing the elders and her husband what she saw before leaving. Prince Mano woke up by the sound of the door closing, “I must have passed out, hope she won’t be too upset about the fact that I don’t remember the night,” he said out loud getting off the bed, grabbing his aching head. Panya heard his words and turned around, pretending to be sleeping, ‘He does not know any better, he thinks we had s*x,’ she thought, relieved, knowing he will most likely not make love to her anytime soon given the state he was in. ‘Bring me some whiskey,’ Prince Mano mind linked one of the pack
Sanura gave a step back in shock, “I did not expect you to be such a large wolf!” she exclaimed at the size of the wolf in front of her. Prince Deacon stepped forward and put his teeth around her collarbone before biting her making her gasp in pain. Prince Deacon shifted back into his human form, “That should do it.” Sanura saw the bloody mess on her dress and took one of her thicker Egyptian shawls and wrapped it around her neck, “I will just remove it afterward.” “Are all of you this smart?” Prince Deacon asked, admiring her brains while putting on his clothes. “Smart yes, witty, not so much,” Sanura insulted her former sister wives. Prince Deacon held out his hand to her, “Wife.” “Husband,” she smiled, taking his hand. *** “You are late,” his father scolds. “Fashionably late,” Prince Deacon mocked. “Shall we begin?” the pack Shaman asked. The four couples and Panya gathered closer to the shaman. “Only the woman is needed,” he signaled the men to stand aside. The shaman
A few months have passed since King Thorvald discovered what caused princess Claire’s unhappiness. While making love to princess Claire, king Thorvald sank his fangs into her neck. “I think I might be pregnant,” Princess Claire said. King Thorvald immediately retracted his fangs, “How long have you suspected this?” “Not long, I am late,” she said. King Thorvald laid next to her, “Go to sleep.” “What is the matter? Don’t you want to continue?” Princess Claire asked confused. “It is not safe. It could harm the baby,” King Thorvald said, standing up from the bed. “Where are you going?” Princess Claire asked, sitting up. “I am hungry and since I can't drink from you, I have to find another human,” King Thorvald said, before leaving. ‘I wonder if that means sleeping with his food as well,’ Princess Claire wondered, laying back down again. For the past few months, Princess Claire has been inserting the semen of a human into her since everyone believed king Thorvald was a made vam
‘I guess he is right for not trusting me,’ Wynn thought before changing course, ‘I will catch up with princess Claire later.’ Wynn ran around pretending to search for princess Claire until daylight so that king Thorvald will be forced to go back to the caste, not knowing that king Thorvald could actually walk in daylight. Wynn made his way back to the castle, to king Thorvald’s room. “I kept on losing her scent. I will continue searching for her today,” Wynn said, standing in king Thorvald’s room. “Go,” King Thorvald said with a show of hand, scooting him away. ‘Will you keep an eye on king Thorvald today? Let me know if he leaves?’ Wynn mind linked prince Deacon. ‘Why would he leave during the day?’ Prince Deacon mind linked him back. ‘Princess Claire is missing,’ Wynn mind linked again. ‘But still, why would king Thorvald leave when the sun is out?’ Prince Deacon linked again. ‘Just keep an eye on him, like spent your day with him,’ Wynn mind linked again. ‘He stays in his
King Thorvald signaled princess Claire’s lady in waiting that was sitting in the corner sobbing to come over. While she drank from him, king Thorvald drank from her and stopped just before Wynn's blood hits his mouth. “Well, my guys didn’t take her which means someone must have helped her,” King Thorvald said, filled with anger. “Will you let my sister go now?” Wynn asked, looking over at Shysie that was tied up. “Leave us,” King Thorvald said. Wynn looked over at Shysie and realized that it was a trick, that she was in on it, ‘Why is she always siding with him? Even after he tried to have her killed?’ Wynn wondered. Instead of untying Shysie, King Thorvald started to kiss her, “Now where was I.” ‘Tanx for letting me know that King Thorvald had his spies on me,’ Wynn mind linked prince Deacon. ‘He didn’t leave his room all this time. How was I supposed to know?’ Prince Deacon mind linked him back. *** “Lord Dario,” Wynn acknowledge him when walking past. “Did you find her?”