His Stolen Queen

Prologue

Acheron

Igroaned as Mikhail licked a path down my throat, his cold hands smoothing up and down my chest as he stood behind me. My length thickened further in Tatiana's mouth, and I felt her pause and gag before she continued bobbing her head over my cock.

"My King…" Mikhail moaned in my ear. I felt his sharp teeth scrape against the straining cords of my neck, teasing the flesh.

More teeth slid against my thigh, and I opened my eyes to stare down at the blonde head near my feet.

Esme glanced up at me, her blue eyes clouding with desire as she licked her way up my muscled outer thigh.

I stroked her head, letting her know how much her actions pleased me before I moved my hand to rest on top of Tatiana's, guiding her moving mouth further down my dick.

I tossed my head back as pleasure coursed through me.

In a burst of energy, I thrust my hips rapidly, my cock pistoning in a blur of movements against Tatiana's throat.

To the naked human eye, the act looked almost violent.

A human's throat would be punctured, ripped apart, and their remains carelessly tossed aside.

It was one of the reasons why I chose my own kind when I wished to indulge in sexual acts.

My tastes were specific. Rough. Debauched.

For example, why fuck one person when I could fuck—

Thump! Thump! Thump!

My hips slowed, and I lifted my head in confusion.

My bond-servant, Von, stood fifteen feet away from me.

He didn't appear to have moved from his post. His gaze was averted, as it always was during my orgies, while he waited for me to finish.

My eyes searched the room just as Mikhail guided my head to his and covered my lips with his own.

His tongue sought entrance into my mouth, and I allowed it, needing to expunge the brief pause in activity.

Dismissing the strange sensation, I nipped at Mikhail's firm mouth, growling in satisfaction as his skin easily broke. Warm, sweet liquid leaked against my tongue, and I savored Mikhail's unique brand of blood.

Vampires had a unique flavor, a scent exclusive to them.

I could fuck and suck a hundred of my kind in my Territory and name each one with my eyes closed.

Mikhail's blood was pleasant enough with a muted orange-and-vanilla aftertaste.

Not my favorite blood to drink. I've had better.

..definitely had worse. But the result was the same—nourishment, strength, and an intoxicating hit to the brain.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

A growl of frustration escaped me. "Von!"

My bond-servant moved a few steps toward me, confusion marring his face. "My King?"

I looked past Mikhail's head at my faithful companion. "Find out who's making that god-awful noise and demand they stop. By order of the King."

Von looked left and right, appearing uncertain. "Uh, of course." He turned on his heel to speak to my head bodyguard.

I indicated for my bed partners to continue their ministrations, even though my lusty mood was fading.

I didn't care if I was interrupted during sex.

Vampires were sexual beings and could tune out our surroundings if we chose to.

Just last week, I fucked two women at Dark Habits while a vibrating bass of dance music blared near my ear, and my friend, King Damon, attempted to talk business with me while his sexual partner bounced on his cock.

But for some reason, the loud…thumping…was tainting my mood.

A hiss sounded out as Esme stood in one rapid movement. She bared her fangs at Tatiana, and the other woman mirrored her stance.

"You fucked him this morning!" Esme seethed. "It's my turn."

"Fuck off, you whore," Tatiana spat out. "He took your ass and cunt last night. It—"

"Enough!" I bellowed, my patience wearing thin. "I do not care who I fuck. One of you climb on or get the fuck out!" I ordered.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

I rubbed my temples in frustration. "NOW!"

Not wanting to anger their King further, Esme quickly shoved Tatiana aside, causing the other woman to screech in outrage. She stepped between my thighs, turning her back to me. Without a word, I lifted her up and impaled her wet hole down onto my hard cock.

She tipped her head back against my chest, groaning in pleasure and pain at the sudden invasion.

Usually, I took a little care before a female impaled my length; it was big even for my species.

But that blasted rhythmic thump was throwing me off.

Instead of quietening, it felt like it was vibrating into my very soul.

Tatiana, forgetting her earlier spat with Esme, knelt before her and wasted no time licking at my heavy balls while occasionally slurping at Esme's clit.

I collared Esme's neck as her tight warmth moved frantically up and down my cock. I shoved her head to one side as I eyed the curve of her neck, where her shoulder met.

"Yes, my King!" She gasped, tilting her head more, offering her neck for my bite.

Mikhail placed a hand on my chest as he leaned forward to take Esme's mouth in a searing kiss; no doubt offering the blood still weeping from his lips to the girl too.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

With a furious grunt, my fangs distended to their full length, and I sank them into Esme's soft flesh. I heard her scream of ecstasy, but to my ears it sounded as if she was some distance away.

Even as her blood flowed into my body, I could feel that rhythmic vibration beating in sync over and over again. My fingers tightened on Esme's thigh, digging into her flesh while my head and body were pounding.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

It was beating in quick pulses now, becoming difficult to ignore. I could feel it in my throat; with each swallow, the tempo became faster and faster…louder.

I tore my mouth away and roared. "What the fuck is that?!"

Esme jerked on my lap, stilling for a brief moment, before hesitantly continuing her movements. Tatiana had sunk her fangs into Esme's thigh and was oblivious to what was happening, her focus remaining on the sweet nectar she was feeding on.

"My-my King…" Mikhail's shaky voice penetrated, and I glared at him, my normally ice-blue eyes glowing a deep black.

His face was pale, but his eyes were not on me. I grasped Esme's moving hips, forcing her to stop. Mikhail's hand was still on my chest as he stared down at it with a look of confusion and fear.

"What is it?" I demanded as I looked down at the spot his hand was covering.

Slowly, he removed his palm, his fingers trembling.

My brow furrowed, and my fangs retracted.

I yanked Esme off my lap and cast her aside, uncaring that I'd interrupted Tatiana's feeding.

They scrambled to their feet, disoriented, as I slowly stood from my chair; my eyes remained focused on my chest. Mikhail's hand was against his mouth in shock as he slowly retreated.

I placed my hand against my chest, in the same spot that Mikhail's hand previously covered.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

My skin palpitated against my palm. The beat was steady. Strong. Foreign. Strange.

Exhilarating.

I raised my head and met the eyes of my bond-servant. Von cautiously moved toward me, his arm outstretched in wonder.

"I-is that…?" His voice faded, as if he didn't want to hex the moment by voicing his greatest wish.

Instead of answering, I grabbed his hand and forced it against my chest. For the first time in my life, I was frightened that the one thing I'd wished for since my conception was all in my head.

I didn't need to hear his response to know his answer. The elation on his face said it all.

For the first time in over three hundred years, my heart was beating. That could only mean one thing.

My mate was born.