Hell's Consort

Luna thought she would die on the spot just by touching the Vampire King, but it didn't happen.

She had no idea why but her panic slowly disappeared on this new revelation.

Goddess, she didn't expect that it would feel like this as this strange male body pressed into her, overwhelming her with the sexual promise in his aura and the destructive power he could wield if he decided to squeeze her neck again or, worse, snap her like a twig.

'What is your name, concubine?" the Vampire King said softly.

When she didn't answer, he undulated his hips, that massive erection moving, circling, pressing into her stomach.

Luna shut her eyes and tried not to wonder what it would feel like if he were inside her while doing that.

The vampire king's head came down, and his lips brushed the side of her neck. Nuzzled her. "What is your name?"

She felt a soft, moist stroke.

Goddess, it was his tongue running up and down her throat.

"You're going to tell me eventually," he murmured. "But take your time. I'm not in a hurry right now."

The Vampire King's hips left her briefly, returning as his thigh pushed between her legs and brushed against her core.

The hand at the base of her neck swept down to her sternum, coming to rest between her breasts. "Your heart is beating fast, concubine."

"Th-that's because I'm frightened."

"Fear isn't the only thing you're feeling. Your hands---"

They were high on his biceps and they were gripping him, pulling him closer.

Her nails were digging into his skin.

When she let go of him, he frowned. "I like your hands on me. Don't stop. You have my permission."

Goddess, she should not be even considering or thinking about this, whatever it is.

She was the High Priestess.

She took a vow of virginity.

She was in trouble.

Luna tried to get loose and wasn't surprised when he mastered the jerky movements quickly.

"You are mine." The Vampire King said. "Do not resist me."

Luna tried to turn her head, but the hand between her breasts slid up her throat and took her chin, stopping her.

Mismatched eyes bored into hers.

"You are beautiful, my concubine." He whispered. "Stay with me tonight?"

The Vampire King twined one hand to her hair and brought it upwards to get her lips within a heady wine–scented breath of his own.

The stiffness in her body returned.

She shoved hard against him, moving not one inch.

The flute crested on a shrill note.

The drumbeat swelled to a thundering crescendo then crashed into silence, allowing Fei's accusing tones to ring through the room like a bell. "Why, my Beloved King! That Consort has taken her vows, and you shan't be allowed to kiss the New High Priestess."

Catriona's voice cut through the hall. "She's the new Daughter of Hecate, my King! How would the Blood Beast react to her magic?"

A sharp torrent of words followed between Fei and the Vampire King, spoken in a language she didn't understand.

His brilliant gaze stayed on her, his thumb running gently back and forth along her jaw.

He was lazy, affectionate, but his voice was hard and aggressive when he replied to the other man as powerful as his body.

Another series of words came back, this timeless combative like Fei was trying to reason with him.

Abruptly the Vampire King let her go and stepped back.

The absence of his warm, heavy body was a curious shock.

"I apologize, High Priestess, for causing a scene." The Vampire King brushed her cheek with his forefinger and then turned away from her as if nothing monumental has happened. "It would not happen again."