All Chapters of Belonging to the Demon King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The Vampire's Interruption"I still can't believe you did that."Victoria sat on the edge of Sebastian's desk, watching as he paced around his office. He was still pissed that she'd accepted help from Levina."I don't see the big deal."His head whipped towards her. "Levina never does anything for free. There is always a price. Always."She paled. The mystic had said she owed her one. But really, what would the sorceress ever expect from her? "I couldn't just let you die."He rolled his eyes. "I've lived a long time, Victoria. Death does not concern me."Okay, that pissed her off. "How can you say that? Do you even know what that would do to me?"He blinked, taken aback. "I didn't think-"She cut him off, snapping, "That's right you didn't.""Victoria, I-"Someone knocked on the door."Son of a bitch! Every fucking time!" Sebastian yelled with frustration. "What!?"Jasper opened the door. "Bad time?""What the hell do you think?""Bane has arrived. Should I tell him to come back?"Seb

The Halfling Makes a ChoiceYou're acting like a fool.Sebastian paced nervously as he berated himself. He was so damn on edge he felt like he was going to jump out of his skin.Tonight he was going to tell her that he loved her. That he wanted her, for eternity.If she ever showed up!"Arg!" He resisted the strong urge to claw the wall. He needed to stay in control."You look stressed," Victoria's soft voice mused from the doorway.He spun around; surprised that she had managed to sneak up on him. At first seeing the little female his breath caught. God, but she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen.Her dark hair was pulled up in a bun and a sexy little black dress clung to her curves. On her wrist was wrapped the amulet he'd given her, it pleased him that she never took it off.As she entered a sapphire and diamond encrusted necklace shimmered from around her neck. The blue against her pale skin was exquisite. That's what my skin looks like against hers.The woman was made

Meeting True EvilA cell door banged.Victoria struggled awake, sitting up on the floor with a groan. She attempted to wiggle her fingers and cried out in pain. Her hands were stiff and swollen from the chains.The lock on her cell slid open. She struggled to her feet, her heart slamming in her chest.Shoving the cell door open Vincent stumbled inside. His hair was loose, the long black locks hanging over his face, which was slicked with sweat from fever."Come, halfling. We have a guest."Scowling she snapped, "Go to hell, Vincent."Growling he stalked across the cell. Grabbing her roughly by the chains he dragged her towards the door. Victoria bit back a cry of pain as he continued to pull her roughly through the dungeon and up several flights of stairs.Entering a great room he tossed her to the floor. "As promised."Shoving the hair out of her eyes with her shoulder Victoria glanced up wide eyed. Standing above her was a demon. His skin was pale, nearly white, and his long hair wa

The Demon King's ClaimVictoria stirred, stretching gingerly under the covers. She was so warm and comfortable, snuggled down deep in the soft bed. Wiggling her wrists she sighed as her hands moved without the stinging pain she had grown accustomed too since Vincent had captured her.Cracking an eye open she poked her head out from under the covers. It was nearly dawn, the first soft rays of light glittering through the windows. Rolling over she sat up with a yawn, long locks of brown hair falling in front of her eyes.Rubbing a hand over her face she looked around in slight confusion. She was back in her room at the castle. Their room! "Sebastian?""Mmm..." a warm voice rumbled beside her. A large hand reached up from under the covers and wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into the bed.This wasn't right. The hand and arm wrapped around her was big and warm...and not blue. "Sebastian?""Yes, love." His rough voice tingled up her spine as he rubbed his cheek against her back a

Northern Lithuania, Present DayVincent stared up at the blurred canopy of trees looming above him. The leaves swayed in the chill breeze. The sky was dark, drifts of snow falling around him. The puffs of white coated the thick old branches that arched above his prone form. The tiny specs of ice cooled his feverish skin, causing him to shiver as if he were a child.He recognized these woods, the familiar scents drawing memories from his childhood. His pack had once roamed here freely. How ironic that he should teleport here when his life was nearing an end, the very place where he'd first lost it all.The Teleportation Amulet still lay around his neck - he could easily leave - but something stayed him. Instinct told him this was where he was meant to be.His inner wolf was quiet. It had been so long since he'd last heard it speak. If only he could hear it one last time, even just a whisper.There was nothing but silence, his mind empty.It was maddening.He lay in the falling snow, le