All Chapters of Stolen by The Vampire King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

As the afternoon continued, we moved our tiny party to the cozy den, but no farther. Curled up on the soft, brushed fabric, still wearing my pamper-day robe, a fluffy blanket over my knees, glass clutched in one hand, a palmful of peanuts in the other, I surrendered to the warm feeling spreading through my body. As I grew sleepier, though, Aimée remained unaffected, her grip on the conversation as bright as it had been before we even popped the cork. Meanwhile, my limbs had all become floppy and vaguely Jell-O-like.“Mr. Baldwin?” I called, and two of him glided through the doorway. Glided? I giggled. Glode, right? Glidden? Well, something like one of those, but I blinked and he solidified into just one-and-a-half butlers. “Hey, uh, please could I have, like, some, uh, coffee?” I was too sleepy.Aimée laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle. “Oops. I shoulda remembered human tolerance. It’s just been so long since I hung out with one. Damn, Baldwin, can we get some water for Leia, too? Maybe

He grinned at me, and I pushed my hands into his hair, claiming his mouth as I rocked carefully against the hardness still inside me, enjoying each flutter and spasm of pleasure, and each tiny murmur of the same from Nic.10LeiaOne week later, life had already settled into a predictable routine. I woke in Nic’s arms, offered him my neck, and he fed a little, sometimes while he finger-fucked me, but often while he just created networks of goosebumps over my body by stroking his hands across my skin, weaving a fragile net of bliss around my body. It was almost my favorite part of the day.Almost. Except our nights were even better. So many orgasms, even more bliss.I floated from moment to minute to hour to day…thoroughly annoying Aimée every time I zoned out on our conversations, I was sure. But I couldn’t help it.Nic filled my thoughts and my senses.“Hellooooo,” Aimée waved her hand over my face. “I assume Flight Nicky-Forever has already departed this morning, with you well and

He hissed a breath and closed his eyes. “Leia.”“Do you need blood to help you heal?” I automatically offered myself to him as I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his tattoo then followed the paths of some of the lines with my tongue.“Leia.” He groaned my name and cupped the back of my head, his fingers threading into my hair. I kissed his chest gently before sucking experimentally at his nipple, probing the tiny nub with my tongue, and he hissed again. “We’ll never make it down to dinner with Aimée and Tomas, if you keep teasing me.”I glanced up at him. “Do you think they’d mind?”He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure Aimée takes very little pleasure in nursing a goblet of warmed blood while we watch you eat. She’ll take even less in nursing that goblet and simply looking at your empty place.” He dropped a kiss into my hair. “Raincheck on the teasing and the blood?”I nodded. “I guess.”He strode to the closet and shrugged out of his jacket and shirt as I tried to ignore his obvious aro

I never actually wanted to be alone again.So I needed to turn her.But how could I talk to her about that? She’d allowed my claim, but we’d never discussed her being anything other than human. I didn’t know what she wanted. I wanted her with me forever, but I couldn’t force that on her.I looked away. At first, I’d thought I just wanted power. The power a virgin could bring me, then the extended power of a true mate by my side.But by the time I’d claimed her, it had been about more than power. And a true mate turning, according to the Book of Gray, was about love. It was the biggest gift I could give. It was immortal life.Of course, it was also a selfish vampire gift—a lover and true mate, by my side, for eternity. But it was a commitment. A choice. A wedding. The most insane version of marriage ever—where as long as we both should live took on a whole different meaning.It would mean giving all of myself and accepting all of Leia, too.Which I wanted with a yearning that surprised

“Witch?” Leia struggled against Kyle, and a growl rumbled through me at the sight of his hands on her as he tried to remove her from the room.“Release her,” I snapped.Immediately, Kyle raised his hands and backed away from my mate.She whirled toward me and crossed the room before I could stop her. “Oh, Lettie.” A tear ran down her cheek even as she looked into the box. Then she raised her pale face to me, her eyes dark. “Who would do this?”I shook my head. “Perhaps Francois suspected…”“I should check on Temple.” Kyle hurried from the room.“She died because of me?” Leia kept looking at Lettie’s head in the box and I gently closed the flaps back up before handing it to Jason.I shook my head. “No, Lettie didn’t die because of you. She died because of what Francois did, because he took you, because of the decisions she made, maybe. But make no mistake, Lettie died because of Francois.” Even if he hadn’t been the bastard to rip her apart.Although it had definitely looked like the w