Page 42 of The Crownless King
He chuckled and pushed his hips into her where she could feel his erection on her ass. His cheek caressed her skin. “You so mean to me, little witch, and it makes my dick hard.”
“You obviously have women more willing to help you with that.” She couldn’t help the jealous bite to her voice.
“But I don’t want other women. I want you.” His other hand cuffed the bottom of her throat and her knees went weak.
The king’s power wrapped around her, none of the anger and madness from before infused within it. The feeding had calmed him and that sharpened the envy filling her chest.
“Say the word, love, and won’t another bitch touch me or provide for me.” The taunting was back in his voice, laced with the darkest, richest lust.‘It could be you who feeds me. You who gets the pleasure and pain of my bite.’
His voice filled her mind, his magic laced within it. It poured over her like thick syrup and once again, it was brought home just how much Levi had been sparing her from his power. She’d known that vampires could use their voices to mesmerize, but up until now, she hadn’t been on the receiving end of it. Her body loosened and moisture slipped down her thighs in response.
He swayed behind her, dragging her into the motion. They moved in sync with the music blaring from the speakers below and Amaya closed her eyes. Levi used that opportunity to push his thoughts into her mind, showing her all the things he wanted to do to her. It was so vivid she could almost feel the way the cool sheets would cling to their sweaty bodies. It was easy to be swept into the fantasy he spun.
“It could be so simple, baby doll.” His hand tightened at the base of her throat while the other lightly skimmed up her thighs.
The king growled, and the carnal thoughts spinning through her mind turned darker. Flashes of her blood on hischin, her back arched in ecstasy as he fucked her, raised her body’s temperature. A whimper escaped her and Levi nipped her skin lightly.
“You need me to beg, beloved?”
Amaya shuddered, seconds from giving in to him. He stiffened at her back, his head raising. It took her a moment to shake away the sensual fog from her brain. Levi released her abruptly, his hands going to the banister to cage her in. She blinked and turned to look at him. His eyes weren’t on her, though; they were on the dance floor below.
She followed his gaze and gasped. Her uncle was there, with one of the elders of her family. Both were in a conversation much too serious for the current setting.
Would they be able to see her up here?
Her stomach dropped and anxiety made her hands shake. What would her family do if they caught her in Levi’s arms? She needed to get out of here.
“We need to go,” she told Levi.
He nodded, but his gaze was still on the scene below.
“Now. Please, Levi. I can’t let an elder see me here.”
His gaze hardened and the look he gave her held none of the warmth from before. She thought he would argue with her, but he simply nodded and pulled her away from the railing towards the exit. Sebastian and Lucas met them at the bottom of the stairs.
“You spotted him?” Bas asked.
Levi nodded sharply. “I will deal with him later.”
Amaya wanted to ask him what he meant, but more importantly than that, she wanted to get out of this club before she was spotted.
Chapter fifteen
What am I doing?
It was a question Amaya asked herself every night when she crawled into the comfortable bed Levi had provided for her. Thoughts of escape had long faded as she got used to the luxury surrounding her and her mother. Had that always been a part of his plan? To make her complacent in the gilded prison in which she was trapped?
It had been a week since they’d gone out and the king had made no moves on her. He’d barely acknowledged her, as a matter of fact. There were no more invitations to dine with him and he’d stopped dropping by her room.
Sad to say…she missed it.
That night in the club, he’d taken off his mask and shown her the monster underneath and still, she missed him.
His show of power should’ve scared her straight, but these past few days of his silence had left her with nothing but time to think. And instead of fear for the awesome breadth of his power, Amaya felt emboldened. At any point he could’ve pushed past all her objections, ignored her lack of consent, and taken what he wanted from her.
But Levi didn’t do that.
He was moving at her pace. It made her feel secure when everything and everyone around her would probably tell her that she had no right to feel that way.
