Vampire King Chapter 32

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*Emory*
I had been shocked when they told me that I could go back to my room, that there was no reason for me to continue to stay in the infirmary. Nellie and Helga had been there with me to help me make it back to my room. I am feeling a lot better, though my shoulder is still
Il sore.
They insisted I would feel better if I took a long soak in the tub, and the two of them drew me up a nice bath.
Now, I am sitting here, staring at the little silvery reflection of myself in the faucet, wondering if I will always have scars from where I was bitten, wondering this blood that is running through my veins but isn’t mine will somehow become part of me, wondering about my sister and Opal and the mess she has caused, and Kane.
I am constantly wondering about Kane.
Where is he now? What is he doing? Is he busy? Is he in danger?
Is he thinking about me?
I get a bit of an answer to all of those questions when I think I hear a knock on the door to my bedroom and then suddenly feel his presence on the other side of the bathroom door.
My heartbeat had been fairly slow before he arrived, when I was just soaking in the tub, relaxing the best ! could, but now, with him there, and me in here, naked in the warm, sudsy water, I feel the thumping against my rib cage and long for him to come to me.
His name comes from somewhere deep within me, only a breathy cry for him to enter, and when I form the sounds on my lips, I know how badly I want him, how badly I need him, in every way imaginable.
“Kane?”
“Emory.” His response is not a question, and when the bathroom door swings open, I am not ashamed of my state of undress. I want him to see me. I want him to touch me. I want him to encapsulate me in his
very essence.
He doesn’t speak as he glides across the room and drops to his knees, reaching for me, plunging his arms into the bathwater, completely disregarding his shirt. His mouth devours mine, and his hands are everywhere.
I can’t get his buttons unfastened quickly enough, so he lifts his soaking-wet arms out of the tub and pulls at the garment, sending buttons flying every which way, I would laugh if the heat inside of me wasn’t so all -consuming. My core aches for him; my want pulses through my sex, and I know if he doesn’t satisfy me completely this time, I’ll likely come apart at the seams.
Soon enough, he is undressed and climbing into the tub with me. My body instinctively makes room for his, and once he is submerged, sending a deluge of water onto the bathroom floor, he is pulling me on top
of him.
comply, my lips buried against his, straddling his muscular hips as he leans against the opposite end of the tub from where I was sitting. My mind is not on the mess of the floor but on the man who is cupping my breasts, his thumbs playing over my nipples, tugging and twirling, and leaving me gasping for air.
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Lifting me up with one hand, he guides himself to my entrance with the other. A vague memory of the pain I felt the last time he enters me brushes at my memory, but as soon as I come down on him, taking him in completely, it shatters, and I am left with my head tilted back, gasping for air.
He stretches me to my limits, his enormous c**k hard and thick, and as he begins to move my hips up and down, I can no longer comprehend a thing. All I know is that this man has taken me somewhere I’ve never been before, somewhere I never want to leave. My head is swimming, my heart racing, and every
breath is a wanton pant.
Kane’s lips are on my neck. I run my fingers through his damp hair and press him against me. Despite the awful memories I have of those other two vampires sinking their fangs into me, I want him to bite me. I want to satisfy him in every way possible, and I don’t think he will ever be truly satiated from sex if he doesn’t have my blood as well.
But the Vampire King pulls away. His voice is a strained whisper as he continues to thrust inside of me while he gives an explanation. “Not yet, baby,” he says. You’re still healing.”
I
“I… want… you… to,” I say, each word an ethereal moan
His soft lips are back on my skin, softly grazing my neck and shoulder. “It will cause you too much harm,” he tells me, “and I will not ever allow anyone to cause you pain again, especially not me.”
I want to continue to plead with him, but I no longer can now that he is thrusting even deeper. With each of our movements, the water is displaced even more, and now it’s lapping at my breasts as I moan and brace myself against his shoulders. I feel my body go into spasm, the way that it did when it was his tongue exploring me, and then, my core tightens, and my face contorts as I do my best to continue to breathe.
He is chuckling slightly under his breath. “That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he says, and I know that I already have. Hard. He keeps me there for so long, my lungs are burning and my muscles are aching, but eventually, I feel his warm seed burst into me as he gives a few quick jerks, and then he leans back against the tub again, his breathing heavy as he pulls me against his chest.
The only word that fills my mind at the moment is, “Finally,” but I do not speak it aloud. I have been waiting for this since the other night when he left me so abruptly.
That’s actually not true-I’ve been waiting a lot longer than that.
Since the moment I first laid eyes on him, perhaps?
Maybe even before then. It’s as if, in my heart, I’ve always known a piece of me was missing. I’d always assumed it was Darius, and when we both turned twenty-one, we would recognize one another as fated mates. That piece would suddenly slide into place.
But I know now that
‘t the case. Darius isn’t my mate. Perhaps no one is, not in the sense that I always thought I would find my wolf shifter mate, anyway. Nothing in the world could ever feel more right than the way Kane is holding me now.
The Vampire King cannot be my mate, though. He’s an entirely different species than me. Vampires don’t have fated mates. So he cannot be mine.
So why do I feel like this is so perfect, like it was written in the stars?
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, his voice just a whisper as he strokes my wet hair down the length of my back.
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“No,” I tell him quickly. “Not at all.”
“Good,” he says. “I think we may need to replace this flooring, though.”
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That makes me giggle. I look up at him, and his blue eyes are clear and sparkling with mirth. “Aren’t they stone under this tile, like most of the rest of the castle?”
“I have no idea,” he admits. “I didn’t exactly do any of the remodeling or tend to the upkeep myself.”
The idea of him in a construction worker’s outfit working on the floor both makes me want to continue to laugh and want to mount him again, but I don’t. I am tired, and I am beginning to realize the soreness in my muscles from my ordeal hasn’t completely subsided. Also, having such a powerful, extended or***m, probably didn’t help that much.
“We should get out of here before what’s left of the water gets cold, and you become uncomfortable,” he
offers.
I think he’s right, so I climb off of him. He insists on getting out first so that he can carry me. He doesn’t want me to fall in the mess on the floor.
I can’t help but stare at his chiseled a** as he grabs a towel and dries off. Seeing his naked form reminds me of the stone statues I’ve seen in pictures of museums in other lands that are rich enough to have such fine things. I believe there are even some in the gardens here.
Thinking of the gardens reminds me of the wedding, though, and Opal. When Kane turns to look at me, dry, and with a towel slung low around his waist, he has a concerned look on his face.
“What’s the matter, Em?”
I do love it when he calls me that. It makes me feel like I am his own, personal pet, and that is his pet name for me. “Oh, uhm… nothing.” I say. He doesn’t buy it, but he does scoop me out of the tub. Finding a dry place to set me, he places my feet on the floor and then wraps a towel around me. My hair is also wet, and he hands me another towel to dry that off. Then, when I am all set, he lifts me and carries me out to my bed.
The sheets are a bit cold against my shoulders, and I do wish I had on some pajamas at first, but when he discards his towel and climbs into the bed with me, I am glad to be naked. The towel between us stays on, though, as he pulls me back to his chest.
“Were you thinking about her?”
The question he poses requires an answer, and I am obliged to be honest, though I wish I could find a way to make light of my thoughts. “I was,” I tell him.
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He kisses my head. “Please try not to worry about her. will make certain that Opal never harms you again.”
I want to believe him, but nothing is ever one hundred percent certain. No one knows that better than I do. Planting a kiss on his chest, I say nothing else. I am beginning to grow weary, and even though I’d like to know if he spoke to her father, what’s happening with her brother, if Lex is doing all right now that he’s had a chance to digest how awful his friends were, I say nothing, only let my eyes drift closed.
Blinking a few times, I realize he probably has more important things to do than lie here with me. I sit up a
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bit and lock eyes with him.
“What is it?” Kane asks me.
“You… don’t you have work to do?”
He grins at me and shakes his head. “No. My most important work is right here, making sure you’re comfortable.”
I snicker at him. “But… you have a kingdom to run.”
Shaking his head, he says, “That can wait. For now, I am with you, Em. And I don’t want to be anywhere. else.”
I can’t help but dip my head down to kiss his lips, and then, weariness overcomes me again, and I rest my head on his shoulder, letting sleep claim me.