Chapter 10 Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
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Zeke
I cursed inwardly for what had to be the umpteenth time. Despite the distance I'd maintained, Mirah had found her way into my arms in her sleepy state.
I didn't move, finding it hard to breathe normally. I hated the effect this woman was having on me. Hated the way she'd disrupted my peaceful life effortlessly.
I took a deep breath, and pulled away gently. I sat up on the bed, rubbing on my temple.
‘Don't do it, don't-’
I ignored my inner voice, and turned to stare at her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful, as her chest heaved gently.
Her breasts rose with each breath, and her lips beckoned at me. Blood rushed to my cock, and I fisted a handful of the sheets.
There was no need to lie to myself. I knew I was attracted to her. But giving in to my desires would only ruin us. Destroy me, and everything I'd worked for.
“Fuck,” I cursed, running my hand through my hair. As much as I wanted to leave the room, I couldn't.
As I leaned in towards her lips, I assured myself that'd be last time.
But once my lips landed on hers, every last rational thought in me shattered. Soft and sensual, I suddenly felt I couldn't get enough. I brushed on her lower lip with my tongue, and she stirred.
I went still, but I didn't move away. My hand trailed downwards towards her peaches. I bit on her lower lip gently, and her eyes flew open.
Her shocked gaze met my darkened one, and she gasped into my mouth. I didn't move away like I should have done.
Instead, I delved deeper into her mouth. She recovered from her momentary shock, and kissed me back. Her hands ran up my chest, and down.
I found the button to her shirt, and I ripped it open. I brushed the heel of my hand against her right breast, and her breath hitched loudly.
Our tongues danced in a fiery display of possessiveness, but with me leading the pace. She fisted my shirt, and arched her back.
My cock hardened to the point of pain, as it struggled to break free from my trousers.
Ignoring my inner voice which screamed at me to stop, I unclasped her bra and pulled away her shirt, leaving her naked to her waist.
A sharp pinch at her left nipple made her moan into my mouth.
“Zeke…” She moaned in a muffled tone.
I ran my tongue against her upper teeth, fondling her breast.
I broke away from the kiss, and my cock hardened further at the sight of her sensual mess. Her hair lay in a black disheveled sheet on the bed, and her hardened nipples peeked at me.
Groaning, I leaned down and took the right one into my mouth. She arched further, granting me perfect access.
“Fuck, Zeke… That feels so good.” She moaned in a breathy gasp.
That spurred me on. My hand cupped her mound, through her skirt, and she cursed in a low voice.
I ran my finger along her fold, relishing her wetness. She was literally soaking.
I lifted my head, and stared at her. Her eyes were closed, and she was a beautiful sight to behold.
I moved her panties to the side, and pushed my index finger into her pussy. Her eyes flew open, and she moaned.
“Zeke…Fuck.” She arched into my touch. Adding another finger, I began pumping in and out of her pussy.
Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of her breathy moans. I leaned up, and captured her lips, swallowing the rest of her moans.
When I pulled away, I smirked. “Easy, Kitten. You wouldn't want the entire castle to know how you love taking my fingers in your tight pussy, would you? The vampires are known to have enhanced hearing.” I added, and increased my tempo.
Her mouth parted in a wordless scream, and she threw her head back. Her hair, which was now damp with sweat, was scattered on the bed.
As I worked in and out of her cunt, I ordered softly, “Come for me, Kitten.”
She erupted into fits of shudders, as she climaxed. She breathed heavily, as she rolled down from post orgasm bliss.
And just like that, my rationality snapped into place. I rose to my feet, and straightened up.
“Get some sleep.” Without waiting for her response, I hurried out of the room.
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Mirah
Fear.
Languid fear crept through me, as I backed against a wall. The words weren't coming out, even though I tried.
Tall, with broad shoulders, the white-black haired man stared down at me.
“A word, young lady?” In the same bland voice, he asked. He looked like an older version of Zeke.
I needed no one to tell me that this was Zeke's father. An elegant woman in a flowing green gown, stood to the side. And their demeanor was anything but welcoming.
‘Say something Mirah.’
Goosebumps peppered my arms. I'd never felt so afraid in my entire twenty-one years of life.
In the place where Zeke had cold gray eyes, this man's eyes were completely black. He was dressed in an all black outfit, with an equally black crown.
“We'll take that as a yes.” The woman beside him said with a cold smile. My throat flexed, and I nodded.
“Y-yes.” I said in a small voice, and pushed off the wall.
As I tailed them, memories of last night flashed through my mind.
Zeke had fucked me with his fingers. Cold and unfeeling vampire Zeke. Sinfully handsome and dark haired Zeke.
And I'd loved it. My core pulsated with need, as I recalled the dark look in his eyes. Eyes darkened with lust.
‘Come for me Kitten.’
The thought that I could make such a powerful man like Zeke long for me, made my head swoon.
At the present, Zeke's parents led me to a large, semi illuminated hall with a high ceiling.
A wave of trepidation hit me, as I walked behind them from a distance. Observing, like I wasn't.
“I am King Uther Elliott,” Zeke's father said, as he took his seat on the throne. The woman sat beside him, on the smaller throne.