Page 5 of Queen of Vampire Hearts

She let out a gasp at the first slap, purring when I massaged away the sting. “I like when you tell me what to do.” Her voice was a whisper, almost lost on the wind.Slap!Another punishing hit to her ass. “I like when you tell me what to do!” she screamed. “Please make me come!”

“Only because you begged.” I smirked, feeding three of my fingers into her this time.

“Oh, my gods!” she yelled, and I resumed my punishing rhythm.

“Tell me your greedy little pussy needs to come. Beg me for your orgasm,” I ordered, my voice guttural.

“Please let me come! Please!”

I twisted my fingers inside her. “You ready to come?” I asked, and she nodded, her face glazed with desire.

I used my other hand to reach around her front, rubbing her clit at the same time my fingers pounded into her. She came with a scream, and I let out a hoarse yell as her inner walls clamped down. I came on her ass, my hot cum marking her, and damned if that sight didn’t satisfy me. Just the ability to have her at my mercy made me orgasm, which had never happened before, not once in my entire immortal life. It was another thing to analyze later. Everything would make sense later, but at that moment, I needed to feed.

If she’d been facing me, she would have seen my eyes change from enigmatic green to a dark glowing red, as they always did when I was about to drink. I inched toward her neck, my fangs lengthening in my mouth. They ached for this female’s blood, and I needed it. The pulse in her throat was hammering, still coming down from her orgasm, and I could imagine the taste flooding my mouth. I almost panted in anticipation. How would she taste? Would it show me answers as to why I was so affected by her? Why did the things that mattered to me, once intrigued me, seem pointless?

Answers. Blood had answers. I leaned closer to her neck and was a breath away from piercing her when a fresh voice made me freeze, and my fangs retract. I gently pulled my fingers from inside her.

“Lucien? Wulfric is here. He says he needs to speak to you.”

Titania. Gods, the fae queen had the worst timing.

I whipped around, concealing the female behind me, not even bothering to lace my pants up. I was not even sure I remembered how at that point. My control was still on shaky ground. However, the sight of Titania’s knowing smirk made my teeth grind, and a muscle in my jaw twitch. Reality slowly inched its way back into my mind.

“Looks like you found something to interest your varied tastes,” Titania said.

Tatiana tried to lean around me to catch a glimpse of the being who had captured my attention, but I refused to budge. I even hissed, my fangs returning as Titania continued. The queen paled in surprise and fear. I never bared my fangs at anyone unless I intended to use them. I didn’t believe in idle threats. Titania froze, though she regained her equilibrium fast. Her gaze took a slow tour of me, from my boots to my head. Her smirk returned, and my control flooded back.

Finally, Titania turned away from us, mentioning as she departed, “He said it’s urgent.”

I whipped around, delighted that the female did not move but covered herself. The only trace of our interaction was the tear in her gown, easily dismissed in this crowd.

“I have to go.”

Her face was still flushed, which reminded me. I brought my fingers to my mouth, licking them clean. “Gods, you taste fucking amazing. Will you wait here for me?”

That sounded a bit too much like pleading. Any of the control I’d just regained vanished as I connected with her eyes again.

She bit her lip but nodded. “Hurry back.” She glanced down and pulled my pants closed, deftly knotting the ties. “I don’t like anyone else seeing that.” She smiled shyly, but her show of possession struck a chord in me. I liked her jealousy, something I had never enjoyed before. When my partners became possessive was when I usually left.

I charged back into the ballroom, determined to find the wolf shifter, and then return to the intoxicating female.

III

The Realm of Mortals.

New Orleans, Louisiana.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!

It was a constant litany from the moment I snuck away from Lucien. I didn’ttechnicallylie when I said I would wait for him. I waited for him to leave, so I could rift away. But wait for him to return?Yeah, no.How the actual fuck did things go wrong? I wasn’t even supposed to be at that gathering! Yet, like fuckingalways,I managed to colossally fuck things up.

I wasn’t supposed to even be seen! Get in, get the information, get out! That was the plan. Yet, the second I saw him from across the room, it was like I was spelled into following him. As a witch, it was a little offensive. I did the casting! The entrancing! I didn’t get entranced! All those plans, carefully laid out schemes, slipped away like water through my hands.

Lucien.Nice name. It suited him, strong and uncompromising. My lips formed his name over and over. Without even trying, I could hear myself moaning it, screaming it.Fuck, Phoebe! Focus! You were there for a reason, remember?

I needed to find a strife demon who could track down my ex-boyfriend, but one glimpse of Lucien’s face and all my carefully laid plans were shot. Like some invisible tie yanked me to that balcony, keeping me in a state of suspension as long as he touched me, as long as he spoke.

His voice held me spellbound. It heldme, a witch, spellbound.As I said, it was borderline offensive.

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