EPILOGUE
WREN
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It’s been two months since all the shit went down within my city. It’s gone smoother than I anticipated, and I know I have Chess to thank for that. We notified all the vampires of the events that transpired, and I know they hold both respect and fear towards me and my new Queen. They know the power she now holds and will not go against us…at least for now.
We had a joyous moment when we went after every single vampire that laid hands on her when she was under Jullian’s control. It was a joy to watch as she tore through every single one of them. My vicious girl was elated as she ripped their arms from their bodies, and the carnage made her feral for me. I still play back the memories of taking her body and burying my cock inside of her while she was bathed in the blood of her enemies, and that’s a memory I will not soon forget.
“I have the files you requested, my Queen.”
My attention gets drawn towards her at her desk. Nyx is curled up on the corner next to her computer which pulls a smile from my lips. She loves sleeping there, next to a picture of Alex and I. Chess wanted a small memorial to him in her office, and as hard as it is to see his picture, I appreciate her kindness.
“Mirin, please stop calling me that,”
she huffs.
“Apologies, my Queen---”
She gives him a withering look. “Right…Frankie.”
She smiles up at him and lifts herself from her desk. She looks sexy as fuck in the black pencil skirt and flowing white blouse that she refused to put a bra on under it. I can see the pebbling of her nipples through it, and I bite back the growl building in my throat.
“Is this all of it? All the information on the underground fighting rings?”
She asks, taking the files from him.
“Yes. There are names and locations. Everything you requested.”
This is Chess’s new goal, and of course I backed her up on it. She plans to take down all the illegal rings that are organized throughout my territory. She wants to free them all and help the victims any way she can.
“Thank you, Mirin. You may go.”
He bows his head to her, and his eyes meet mine as he turns around. His eyes glow with life and he gives me a small smile as he walks past me. “He’s settling into his vampire form quite nicely,”
I muse, and I make my way towards her.
“He is, but I hate when he calls me Queen.”
“Irritating, isn’t it?”
I tease, and she rolls her eyes at me.
She settles herself back into her desk and opens the files. I love watching her. The passion she feels in doing good for humans and dark worlders alike. The compassion she shows to those working under her. Her theory was correct, and we now have a better handle on turning humans. We hunt the blood and it’s working. She argued with me about Mirin, but in the end, I was able to convince her that she would be a better sire to him than me. He was her first taste of blood, and that bond alone was enough for me to resolve myself to that decision.
Having a way to isolate possible hosts has saved a lot of lives. The scent of blood is still rare, but now we don’t have to risk killing humans just to keep our race alive. Mirin is good for her and she’s kind to him. He reminds me a lot of Alex.
The memory of him is still fresh, and I still feel pain when I think of his life being cut short, but I need to move on…for him and for myself.
“I call you King to irritate you, so that’s the difference.”
“Fair enough,”
I snort. I sit on the edge of her desk, curling my fingers into the dark wood as I smile down at her. “You make a lovely Queen though.”
She huffs out a breath and leans back in her leather chair as she looks up at me. “Someone has to keep you in check,”
she smirks.
“Hmm. I feel like my collar is a bit loose though. Are you sure you don’t want to tighten it a bit, my Queen.”
I lean in towards her face and she kisses my lips quickly, pulling away as she laughs.
“I don’t need you completely docile. I want a King who is just, but feared, and a man who fucks like it’s his job.”
I grip her left hand and roll my thumb across the diamond I got her. “Fucking you seems like more of a full-time job than my King title does,”
I laugh. “You keep me busy, but I do enjoy it.”
We seem to be fucking every chance we can. I thought after two months her sex drive would level back out, but if anything, she’s hungrier for my cock now, than she was when she first turned.
“Good,”
she grins. She pulls her hand from my grip and drags her fingers up her thighs, gripping into the edge of her skirt. She pushes herself back from the desk a bit and slides the material up her legs.
Fuck. She’s not wearing underwear either.
I raise an eyebrow at her, and her grin widens. “Get to work,”
she purrs.
I push off the desk and stand in front of her, slowly lowering myself down to my knees between her legs. I grip her ass and shift her hips forward on the chair, so her pussy is ready and waiting for me. I lick my lips and glance up at her. Her eyes are half closed, and she looks happy and satisfied, just the way I want her.
“Yes, my Queen.”