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Having her pinned against the wall would be difficult for my hands to roam her lower body. I gracefully lowered her to the bed, her arms pulling the pale yellow dress from her body. Her teats sprung out. Immediately, I kissed each one, pulling her flush to my body. Fingers in my hair, and sweet grunts coming from her lips had me unraveling faster.

Both hands came to my chest, pushing my back into the mattress. The straddling of her legs just inches from my member had me at her mercy. For the first time, up close, she was looking at what was always going to be hers. Her eyes widened, both hands touching every inch, exploring. Head rolling back, my hands gripped her thighs tightly. Her breasts heaved, rubbing her hand up and down my shaft.

The gods could end me now, and I would be the happiest Dragon.

Odessa’s hands grew faster as she squeezed my shaft, pushing my body to its limit. Her eyes roamed my length, taking in what I had. The warmth of her hands had me arching my back, but my eyes would not leave her. Her body shook in desire with her legs straddling my thighs. I would not expel my seed until I made my sweet Odessa fill with pleasure first. Again, we rolled on the bed, having me above her. She had touched me in ways I could have never felt without her hands. Now it was my turn. “But,” she wanted to protest as my lips grazed hers, pouring all the love I could into her sweet mouth. My hand cupped her cheek, feeling the blood running to her perfectly tinted lips. Odessa wasn’t scared of me. Not once had she ever cowered in fear.

As I kissed her, my fingers traveled between the apex of her thighs. Her flower had been trimmed, her legs were smooth as silk. My Dragon growled in appreciation of her grooming herself just to please me. I did not need it. I would have loved every part of her if she were as wild and free as I.

My fingers parted her flower. They were coated in a wet substance, making my Dragon licking his teeth. I wanted to taste her, not just use my fingers to touch her. Would she care if I lowered my head to her beautiful body and drank her in like the ambrosia of the gods?

Odessa’s eyes were closed, gripping the furs with her fists. Thick fingers parted her, finding a nub that stood from the rest. My Dragon instantly recognized what he wanted to do. I did not deny him any longer. My tongue licked from bottom to top of this special place. Odessa gasped, her legs bending, holding onto my head.

“Creed!” Her eyes were wide with curiosity as I stared back at her. I hummed, enjoying the taste of her body. This part was the ultimate treat. Her body relaxed, only her legs were still tense. Moving her legs over my shoulders, I had the perfect angle to seep my tongue into her core. Who knew what treasures she had inside that I could taste?

Odessa’s body stiffened as my tongue returned to her nub full of pleasure. My fingers itched, wanting to insert into her hole. One finger trailed under my mouth, sticking it inside of her wet cavern, giving it a quick curl with my finger. Again, her body convulsed, her eyes never leaving mine. “More.” Her body quaked. “Faster.” My shaft absentmindedly rubbed on the nest of furs as I watched Odessa unfold. Her body shook while I thrust my one finger into the dark hole beneath my lips. Odessa’s back arched, her toes curling into my back. Her moans of my name made me release my Dragon’s tail, holding her tightly by her leg. A burst of her ambrosia invaded my mouth, covering my beard as she caught her breath.

“That,” she huffed, sitting up, pushing me into the furs. Her eyes were now of a predator, a look I had not seen my sweet fawn make before. “Felt so good,” she purred. My shaft was painfully erect, seed dripping down her torso as she kissed me from lips to my hip. Restraining myself was becoming difficult. My fawn had turned into a siren.

“I want to do what you did to me,” she muttered. Her knees planted into the furs, her behind in the air, kissing both of my hip bones. “I don’t know if I can.” Again, she looked at my shaft. Going to sit up, because I didn’t want her to do anything she didn’t want, she pushed me back down, licking the tip.

A growl ripped through me, loud enough for the entire treetops to hear. Odessa took this as a good sign, and her lips swelled the tip of my shaft. Her mouth descended, my hips bucking in her hot mouth. She hummed as I felt my balls tighten closer to my body. I would not last any longer.

Trying to pull her away from me so she did not experience something so foul, she gripped my member, only to have it explode. My seed emptied into her mouth. She swallowed as I continued to finish. Sweat dripped from our bodies, my hand trying to calm my chest. Never in my dreams would I find having my seed swallowed by such a beautiful woman so bewitching.

Odessa slumped beside me, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Wow,” she breathed. My arms pulled her up beside me, my face burying into her neck. We both still laid naked on top of the furs, our legs entangled as we now looked into each other’s eyes.

“Am I yours, Creed?” Her hand tickled the side of my face. “Because I will be sad if I’m not.”

There was a double meaning behind her words. I just wasn’t sure what they were. They held sadness, but the hint of a hopeful fire ignited in her when my Dragon told her, “Mine,” once again.

Chapter Thirty

Duke Mortus

Thecobblestoneshitthecarriage’s wooden wheels firmly. Black stallions reared their ugly heads as my coachman whipped them to hurry down the winding path. The road to the castle was filled with rough terrains. The previous King, Darius, did not care to maintain the roads to his castle because he did not want an audience. He was a bloody tyrant. My family hated him and everyone else in the parliament. They craved to rule the entire nation with an iron fist, take what they wanted, taking on female Vampires as concubines until he found his fresh new rose he saw in the Cerulean Moon Kingdom some twenty-odd years ago.

Princess Clarabelle was just a babe, lying in a crib, but when he looked into her eyes, he knew he had to have her. It would strengthen both kingdoms, but not only that but the aura of this precious baby also calmed his demon inside. No longer thirsting for blood and concubines. King Darius lied to the King and Queen of the Cerulean Moon Kingdom and said she was his mate and he would wait until she was older to claim her. Little did the idiot know that Queen Eden’s ability to read the future would hinder that plan. They hid her in the Earth Realm, where she found her mate, Alpha Kane, the most fearsome Werewolf to date.

Now Darius is dead. By the hands of the Bergarian Realms Royal Court after Princess Clarabelle, now known as Clara, almost ripped him to shreds. Ironic that your chosen beloved tried to kill you. Then again, did mine do just the same? I chuckled, leaning my arm out the carriage window. The fates have a cruel way of trying to punish those changing the future.

The streets had become brighter since King Darius had passed and his half-sister Taliyah had taken the throne. Even King Darius’s father was an idiot, sleeping with a Witch coven leader just after the unfortunate death of his beloved.

The gods blessed that union and created the first born Vampire Witch hybrid. The gods must have planned for Taliya’s birth to continue the royal bloodline. Taking over as Darius’ successor would be a difficult one. Ridding the parliament of the evil ones that followed Darius's lust for power was difficult, but she succeeded, surprisingly. Being more cunning and resourceful. I did eventually succeed in my endeavors of nominations to the new queen of several high-ranking Vampires that wished to feed on human blood but were silent about it. Barging in, demanding what you wanted would not work with this Queen. We had to do everything under the table. Not to mention most of those I had nominated saw that a half Witch sat on a Vampire throne was blasphemous. None of them took her seriously, and they didn’t respect her behind her back.

The carriage pulled up. Gardeners were working, smiling. That I might add, happy to be doing something useful in the hazy sky. The carriage doors opened. Stepping out in the small stones with my freshly polished shoes, I straightened my black vest and turncoat, ready to enter the castle I had not laid eyes upon in centuries.

The large doors opened, several servants bowing towards me, with the head butler of the house leading the way to the new Queen’s study. I needed to ask permission for help of finding Odessa. The Fairies that had been sent out to find my soon-to-be beloved had not returned, and my anxiousness was not faring well for the servants of my household. Everyone was stiff, worried I would crack at any moment.

They should be scared. They let the one thing I had craved slip right through my fingers. Servants scared her enough, thinking her life was in danger, that I did not care for her at all and saw her as just another blood bag. My hands tightened, hearing the leather gloves rub against my palms.

“Her Majesty will see you now,” the servant bowed, opening the large, blackened doors. The study was filled with light. Bright walls of creams, tans, and golds adorned the room. Ancient books lined the shelves, and small head busts of previous kings and queens lined the corners of the room. Fresh plants sat on either side of the desk with windows opened wide to a freshly created garden behind the castle.

Queen Taliyah had on a pair of spectacles, looking at the fine print of the paper. I cleared my throat, bowing low for respect. “Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” I poured my silk voice across her desk. Her red eyes glanced at me, her white hair tipping over her shoulders, covering the front of her purple satin dress. She looked at me with a stoic face of a queen, one to rule with a fist just like her father’s, no doubt.

She sighed, taking off her spectacles, pushing herself away from the desk. “It’s a pleasure, Duke. Why don’t we have a seat where it is more comfortable?” Queen Taliya moved us to a side parlor. A Werewolf stood, holding out his hand, leading her to her seat. He kissed her hand as she sat down, and he poured her a cup of tea. “Thank you, Jasper.” Her eyes sparkled at him, and a pink tint flushed her face.

There was no mark on either of their shoulders. Could this be a male concubine of some kind?

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