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CHAPTER 11 – Viv

You know that moment when you are walking into the personal bedchambers of the king of vampires, and you are terrified that he is going to talk you into sleeping with him?

No? That has never came up before?

Ace and Brendon had practiced compelling me until I could smell it almost immediately. I learned that one of the best ways to get around it is to think of something outside the realm of this insanity. Like my mom’s chocolate chip, banana pancakes, those were my super favorites—of all time.

Thinking of my parents and the life that I left was a downer, but it had the effect of breaking whatever compelling charm the guys threw at me.

I want to say that I was completely prepared to meet Cian, but the truth was that I was terrified. A part of me had really liked him. I know now that it was the charm and not the truth. But you don’t understand how scary it is that you can’t trust your own instincts.

“Viv, how kind of you to come,” Cian stepped forward and reached out a hand. I wanted to flinch away from him but knew that showing weakness was akin to a dog exposing his belly.

“I wasn’t aware it was a choice.”

Okay, as far as answers go, it was rather snarky. I tried to fix my words with a smile, “How are you?”

His handsome brows knit together, “Is everything alright?”

I nodded, perhaps a little too quickly, “Yes, it is very different here, that is all. I am trying to learn how to adjust to my new life.”

Cian nodded and escorted me to a sitting area with a large fireplace and floor to ceiling windows that showed the large expanse of the night sky. It was beautiful.

I walked over to the window instead of taking the seat he offered. The lights of the city were far off, but the palace grounds were well lit and completely gorgeous. I looked closer and saw that there were several couples in the gardens.

“Are they?” I blinked and caught my breath on a gasp. “Oh my flippity, fucking pop-tarts! They are having sex!”

Cian laughed, “It is a beautiful night, and they are passionate creatures. Do you really blame them for taking advantage of the things that lay before them?”

“But anyone can see them!” I muttered, horrified and slightly aroused.

“Look,” he pointed to a tall man with yellow hair. I recognized him from earlier; it was Malcolm, the Duke of Draven. He had a girl in his arms, and I mean that literally, one hand was on her breast and the other was stroking between her thighs.

Cian moved closer; his husky voice tickled my neck.

“Do you see the way she writhes in his grasp?”

As if I could look away—my pussy began to throb, and my mouth suddenly went dry. I watched the man pinch and twist the girl’s nipple, and my breast began to ache, desperate for someone to touch it.

Her hands went to the front of his pants, and she unzipped them. His cock was thick and hard as she took it out. I wasn’t sure why she was naked, and he was dressed, I only stared in shock and amazement as she sank to her knees and began to lick and suck his dick into her mouth.

Forget aching in my pussy; it was a downright desperate plea at this point. I clenched my thighs together and watched as he yanked her up, his cock popping out of her mouth. In a move that seemed like a blur, he had her bent over, and his cock was sliding between her thighs.

I could see the way the girl’s back arched that she was struggling with his girth and size. It didn’t even occur to me to look away, or that I was essentially a peeping Tom.

He leaned over and grabbed her long hair, wrapping it around his fist. His fangs glinted in the moonlight.

He sank his teeth into the back of her neck, her breasts bouncing with the move and then she was coming. I could tell by her expression and the way she tensed, her body shaking as she rolled over wave after wave of release.

Malcolm licked where he had bitten her, closing the wound. Then Malcom turned to the king’s window. His cock was still inside of the girl. He pulled her around to look up, and I saw that it was Francine, the girl who had been so snobby to me.

Malcolm waved, and then inclined his head as if he were bowing or something.

Shame and embarrassment heated my cheeks. I whipped away from the window and started to run for the door. Cian was faster and caught me against his hard chest. I felt his raging erection against my stomach and his heated breath against my ear.

“Why do you run, Viv? This is who you are. There is nothing wrong or shameful about what you witnessed. It is a beautiful thing.”

I started to think that maybe I had been overreacting. He was right; this was the vampire way.

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