All Chapters of Belonging to the Demon King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Vincent awoke to bright light glaring into his eyes. He cursed roughly and tried to roll over. Agonizing pain shot up his arm at the movement and he stiffened.He was in a small cottage, with stone walls and dark wood beams. Frowning he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The cottage was warm, the smell of lavender and honeysuckle hanging lightly in the air. He supposed it would be considered charming, if it wasn't for all the clutter and junk piled over the floor and furniture.A soft sigh sounded next to him. Tensing he glanced down and glowered. There was a small woman sleeping in a chair beside him. She was hunched over, her arms crossed over the side of the bed with her head resting on top.Vincent sneered at the girl. She appeared weak and feeble, neither traits he found desirable. She was a tiny thing; he doubted she would reach past his chest standing upright. Her body was slim, with surprisingly wide hips and a narrow waist. A thick strand of hair covered her face. It was li

Nicholas StormNorthern Romania, Castle of the Demon KingCrossing his arms Nicholas Storm leaned back against the door-frame with a smirk. Victoria and Jasper were on the couch, shouting to each other as they vigorously pressed buttons on their controllers. On the large flat screen alien hordes attacked in vicious waves.In the corner of the great room the vampire Charles Lockhart spoke in hushed tones to King Sebastian. Occasionally the two would glance over at their mates on the couch and chuckle with affection. A fire burned in the large hearth, spreading its warmth and soft glow about the room, as snow fell outside the windows.The scene was odd to him. He supposed that shouldn't surprise him. From boyhood his life had always been focused on his next kill. Whether it was to survive, fight for his King, or for pay, Nicholas had killed more than he could remember. He didn't deny that he relished the fight, the stronger the opponent the better. It was one of the reasons he became a

Eve watched Vincent as he lay on the bad. Even with his eyes shut he looked pissed. The man completely threw her off. She had no experience to fall back on when it came to dealing with his moods or aggressive behavior. Biting her lip she gazed at him from under her lashes. He was so ruggedly handsome, his nose straight and narrow. His thick beard was wild and masculine under his high cheek bones. She found herself itching to touch it.The werewolf frightened her, but to her acute embarrassment he also aroused her. And he knew it! When he'd pinned her down on the bed....her heart had never beat so fast. Her lustful reaction was shocking. She still ached.Swallowing, Eve ran a hand over her mouth. This was crazy. She just need a good night's sleep. The last couple days had been rough to say the least. On top of that she'd spent the night sleeping awkwardly in a hard chair. Her exhausted body was already demanding she lay down in her bed and sleep.Her eyes widened with realization. S

Vincent gritted his teeth as Evelyn wrapped her arms around his neck and called his name. Her little body stiffened, her back arching, as her hips bucked erratically. He held her tight as her body shook with her orgasm, just stopping himself from spilling his seed between her soft thighs.Tears streamed down her cheeks, shock intermixed with pleasure in her big silver eyes. She's never come before. Fuck!His hands clenched around her waist. His wolf demanded he take her fully, to sink into her tight heat and make her come over and over. Even in its weakened state it took him several long moments to wrestle back into control.Never had he been so fucking turned on. And by a little virgin halfling! He was half-dead and his damn cock was throbbing for Christ sakes. It thrilled him to be the first to give Evelyn pleasure. The dominant wolf in him wanted to be the only man to ever give her pleasure.She stilled against him, dragging in a deep breath. "Vincent," she whimpered."I'm not done

What the hell just happened?Eve sat down in a chair, fighting tears. She was torn between fury and anguish. She'd never been so confused in her life.She couldn't seem to get a handle on Vincent. He was so caring and protective one minute, angry and insulting the next. Were all wolves like this?Or was this a Legion trait?That last thought struck her hard. This man could very well be evil. One didn't just join the Legion for a good time. She had no idea who this man was or what he'd done in the past. He could be no better than a savage Forsaken, or Hunter.Oh god.She swallowed hard, panic rising up her throat. It had been over eighty years since she'd last seen a Hunter. Memories of fire and screams filled her mind. Shaking her head she forced the images away, jumping to her feet and pacing around the kitchen.Vincent was nothing like that. He couldn't be. Sure, he was rough around the edges, but he was also so gentle. And last night...Her stomach clenched. Blushing she leaned aga