Vampire King Chapter 35

Saying Goodbye
Saying Goodbye
*Emory*
A walk in the garden was meant to lift my spirits, but when I return to my room a few hours later, I find that it has done very little. As I come back to my room, I am reminded that at least I no longer have to fear having my throat ripped out while I’m out and about. That is something to be happy about, I suppose.
My hand goes to my neck, and I pause in front of the mirror to look at my scars. Helga and Nellie dismiss themselves into their own chambers, and I barely murmur a, “See you later,” as my fingers trace two jagged marks, one on either side of my throat.
I’d healed quickly enough to keep me from bleeding out, but the speed at which my tissue had mended itself also prevented the pack healer from having the opportunity to put me back together with a straight stitch. So now, these three to four inch long tears will always be there to remind me of the horr***dous encounter I had in the library.
I’ve hardly even been able to look at a book since then.
“They will fade, I believe.”
Kane’s voice behind me has me sighing, and as he comes up behind me, I close my eyes and lean into him. He makes me feel strong, like I can handle anything, even though I don’t feel nearly as strong since the attack as I had before.
His lips trace down the scar. I used to flinch, only a day or two ago, whenever he would touch me there, but now, it’s like a cool compress to my fleshed skin to have his lips trace that line, and I find myself letting out a soft moan.
My heart feels heavy inside my chest, though. I can guess why he’s here, and it makes me feel all alone to know that he’ll be leaving soon to fight against King Peter, and I cannot come with him. I must stay behind in the castle where I am safe. If I could shift, perhaps I’d have a better chance of convincing him to bring me along, but as it is, there’s simply no way I’ll be able to talk him into it, so I don’t try.
One hand comes up to cup my breast as the other slides down my belly. I am panting now as the velocity of his kissing increases. I want him so badly, the ache in my core is already beginning to thrum through my thighs, and as his hand slides lower and lower, I am willing him to take me.
His hardness presses against the small of my back, and I can’t help but rub against him. Working my nipple through the fabric of my dress is pleasurable enough, but when he slides his hand down my top. tearing away the fabric and pushing my bra out of the way, I lean up and find his lips with mine.
His tongue glides against mine, my hand tangles in his silky hair, and he pinches my nipple harder. I want to consume him entirely, and my hand begs him closer as wetness drips between my legs.
He’s managed to gather my skirt out of the way, and sliding the silk of my panties aside, he gently massages my outer folds, taking his time, stroking the outside of my opening without pushing inside. Instinct tells me to lean down and take his wrist, to force him to finger me fully. I want to ride his hand like he is a stallion and I’m riding off into the sunset, but I keep as much restraint as I can, and eventually. he’s pressing inside of me.
Kane releases my mouth and lifts the hand that’s been rubbing my breast to my chin, Gently, he turns my face toward the full-length mirror. “Look at you,” he commands me. “See how gorgeous you are.”
Saying Goodbye
Saying Goodbye
*Emory*
+25 BONUS
A walk in the garden was meant to lift my spirits, but when I return to my room a few hours later, I find that it has done very little. As I come back to my room, I am reminded that at least I no longer have to fear having my throat ripped out while I’m out and about. That is something to be happy about, I suppose. My hand
goes to my neck, and I pause in front of the mirror to look at my scars. Helga and Nellie dismiss themselves into their own chambers, and I barely murmur a, “See you later,” as my fingers trace two jagged marks, one on either side of my throat.
I’d healed quickly enough to keep me from bleeding out, but the speed at which my tissue had mended itself also prevented the pack healer from having the opportunity to put me back together with a straight stitch. So now, these three to four inch long tears will always be there to remind me of the ****ous encounter I had in the library.
I’ve hardly even been able to look at a book since then
“They will fade, I believe.”
Kane’s voice behind me has me sighing, and as he comes up behind me, I close my eyes and lean into him. He makes me feel strong, like I can handle anything, even though I don’t feel nearly as strong since the attack as I had before.
His lips trace down the scar. I used to flinch, only a day or two ago, whenever he would touch me there, but now, it’s like a cool compress to my fleshed skin to have his lips trace that line, and I find myself letting out a soft moan.
My heart feels heavy inside my chest, though. I can guess why he’s here, and it makes me feel all alone to know that he’ll be leaving soon to fight against King Peter, and I cannot come with him. I must stay behind in the castle where I am safe. If I could shift, perhaps I’d have a better chance of convincing him to bring me along, but as it is, there’s simply no way I’ll be able to talk him into it, so I don’t try.
One hand comes up
to cup my breast as the other slides down my belly. I am panting now as the velocity of his kissing increases. I want him so badly, the ache in my core is already beginning to thrum through my thighs, and as his hand slides lower and lower, I am willing him to take me.
His hardness presses against the small of my back, and I can’t help but rub against him. Working my nipple through the fabric of my dress is pleasurable enough, but when he slides his hand down my top. tearing away the fabric and pushing my bra out of the way, I lean up and find bis-tips with mine.
His tongue glides against mine, my hand tangles in his silky hair, and he pinches my nipple harder. I want to consume him entirely, and my hand begs him closer as wetness drips between my legs.
He’s managed to gather my skirt out of the way, and sliding the silk of my panties aside, he gently massages my outer folds, taking his time, stroking the outside of my opening without pushing inside.
Instinct tells me to lean down and take his wrist, to force him to finger me fully. I want to ride his hand like he is a stallion and I’m riding off into the sunset, but I keep as much restraint as I can, and eventually. he’s pressing inside of me.
Kane releases my mouth and lifts the hand that’s been rubbing my breast to my chin, Gently, he turns my face toward the full-length mirror. “Look at you,” he commands me. “See how gorgeous you are.”
+25 BONUS
Saying Goodbye
Standing there with this Adonis of a man behind me, his hand causing ripples of pleasure to tear through my body, I can hardly focus on what I look like. I have to brace myself with my hands on his shoulders. I am panting and writhing against his hand, and when he begins to hit my most sensitive area, I cry out, feeling my muscles restrict.
He is smiling wickedly at my reflection in the mirror, and I know he is enjoying watching my wanton ways even if I am not able to concentrate. I come, hard, around his hand, grabbing a fistful of his long black hair as I do so. He laughs and slowly removes his hand from me, and I spin around to face him.
His hands clamp down on my ***, and he plunges his tongue back into my mouth. His hardness is impossible to ignore at this point, his big, thick c***k caught between us.
He lifts me and spins me to the bed, pulling my panties off and tossing them aside. I don’t even get a chance to discard my torn dress before his pants are undone and falling down to pool at his legs. He has my ankles, my bottom on the edge of the bed, and with my legs spread wide, Kane thrusts inside of me, deep and hard.
My **t is already so sensitive from his fingerwork that am already ready to come again after just a few passes of his hips. Somehow, I manage to fight the urge to come completely undone and focus on his face as I watch the tension build within him.
The Alpha King is a work of art. I wish he would’ve removed his shirt so I can more clearly see his rippling chest muscles, but even with his shirt on, I can see his abs and biceps working as he continues to thrust Into me. His eyes are closed, and his perfect lips are held in an ecstatic pose.
I bite my bottom lip, fighting the urge to explode into a thousand pieces. I can only hold off for so long before I’m shouting his name again, my fingers splayed on the comforter, searching for purchase of some kind and finding none. I’m doing my best told onto reality, but with every passing second, the world falls away, and all there is left is my breathless body and his
When he comes, it’s hard, and he fills me completely with his warm essence. He is left panting, which is saying something for a man in such perfect physical condition.
Kane collapses next to me on the bed and pulls me toward him, pressing his mouth to mine. The first kiss is fast and deep, but then, he pulls away, looking into my eyes for a moment before he slowly moves to kiss me again, taking his time, savoring every movement of my tongue on his, every inhale of my breath mingling with the air he breathes.
When he pulls away again, I see a change in his demeanor and can guess what he’s about to say to me. “l have to go.
I’ve been expecting this revelation, so it doesn’t shock me, but it still hurts. I nod, though, keeping a brave. face on for him-the same way I did for Lola when I told her the same thing. “When?” I ask, keeping my voice as light and innocent as possible.
“Tonight. We’re moving out under cover of darkness. It’s all part of a plan to see whether or not we can trust Lex.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t you be able to trust him? He’s your brother. He saved me. Twice.”
He shrugs. “The second time he saved you he could’ve done a better job,” he replies, and I don’t feel the need to argue with him even though I understand why Lex couldn’t have done more under the circumstances.
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“Has he done something to make you think he might not be trustworthy?” I reach up and lightly stroke his
cheek.
“Yes, lots of them.” With a loud sigh, he moves us around so that we are lying on the pillows and kicks off his pants so they are no longer twisted around his ankles. I don’t care at all that my skirt is still up around my waist and my dress is torn at the bodice. All I can think about right now is him.
“Something in particular?” I clarify as I rest my head on his shoulder. He is playing with my hair, and the feel of it is so soothing, I am afraid I might fall asleep before he answers.
“We believe he may be working for King Peter. It’s the only explanation we can come up with for how he got out of there.” I assume “we” refers to Kane and Rainer.
“And what does Lex say about this?” I wonder.
“He says that he told King Peter he would send him information and managed to convince him enough so that he was able to get away.”
“But you don’t think that’s true?” I clarify.
“No, I don’t know. Maybe.”
I can’t help but chuckle a little. I rest my hand on his chest, still lamenting that his shirt is in the way. “Well,
I would say, don’t do anything s**id, but at the same time, try to trust him if you can. He is your brother, after all.”
“True. But… would you trust your brother?”
He has a point. The only person in my entire family that I trust right now is my sister. “No,” I tell him.
He reaches down and lifts my hand kissing my wrist. Then you understand.”
I sit up abruptly and stare into his eyes. “Kane,” I say, “do you think… before you go… you should… use me for my intended purpose?”
His eyebrows arch as he stares right back at me for a long moment. “Your intended purpose? You make it sound like you had a reason for coming here that involves me sucking you dry.”
I shake my head. “No, but I am your feeder.”
He leans down and kisses my nose. “No, you’re not, Emory. You’re so much more than that. I don’t know if I will ever feed from you, but if I do, there will have to be a better reason than just putting a label on you.”
I’m not sure what to think about that because I want to fulfill my duties, but at the same time, I am grateful that he sees me as more than a feeder. I want to ask what word he would use to describe me.
But I am too afraid.
Resting my head back on his chest, I listen to his heartbeat and hope that this isn’t the last time I ever hear it.
The Scene of the Crime