The Vampire King’s Captive

BRAN

He felt himself beginning to grow hard in his jeans, the semi he had been sporting since he saw her, now growing into a full blown erection.

With her hips now rounder, her backside and breasts fuller than they’d ever been, she was a vision in her red dress, the material hugging her curves like it had been painted on. To make matters worse, she was wearing make-up and red lipstick that tempted Bran to kiss it off.

Forcing his eyes from her lips, he said, “I won’t.” And he meant it. “From here on, we’re a team. I won’t exclude you from anything that’s happening anymore. I’ll always come to you first.”

She froze, then began to stare at him.

Her eyes roved his face and she took her time looking at his eyes, his hair, his lips. She just stared at him as though she was committing his features to memory, and Bran felt a low thrum flare to life under his skin.

He had missed her so much and now that he had her in his arms without the bracelet to dull his need, he was ravenous for her. He wanted her under him so fucking bad, and he wanted to mark her so that all who saw her would know that she belonged to him.

“You have changed so much,” Maria muttered as she ran her hands over him, making him even more desperate for her.

“Only for you.” The words barely left his mouth befor he dipped his head and caught her lips with his.

A relieved sigh escaped him when she returned his kiss, sagging against him.

If there was one thing Bran loved, it was watching her go from spitfire to submissive the second he put his mouth on her. It showed him just how much she loved what he was doing to her and it drove Bran crazy to know that she was helpless to fight her desire for him just as he was for her.

He traced them to the bed and supported her down. She gasped in surprise at the change in position and Bran used that opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, goosebumps breaking out across his skin as his tongue met hers.

He jolted at that first contact before groaning into her mouth and grinding his hips into her stomach. One hand braced on the bed to keep his weight off her, Bran dragged his lips across her jaws, her collarbone and shoulders, peppering the area with kisses before taking his attentions to her breasts.

He worked the full globes through the material of her gown and sucked directly over the areas where her nipples were.

“You reached your immortality that day, didn’t you?” Bran asked when he had finally managed to wrench his lips away long for him to speak.

“Yes,” she gasped, head thrown back and eyes shut. “H-how do you know?”

The look of absolute pleasure on Maria’s face was almost too much for him to bear. Seeing the way her eyes were squeezed shut in bliss, her head thrown back and the way her hips undulated against his wantonly, ripped a growl from Bran’s chest.

“Your body’s different,” he said in answer and gripped the hem of her gown, rolling it up her body. When he encountered some difficulties because she was lying down, she rose from the bed and assisted him, taking the gown off the rest of the way and Bran’s jaw went slack, lust slamming into him.

Her lips parted as her eyes swept over him. “It’s been a bit hard adjusting to the changes.”

He’d bet it was.

Her breasts were spilling out of her lacy bra, the dark pink aerolas visible. If he jostled her just a bit, her nipples would pop out, so he did and stifled a groan as the tight bud peeked out, pulling tight and begging for his mouth.

Lowering his head, he sucked it into his mouth, flicking the tight bud back and forth with his tongue before pressing it against the roof of his mouth.

“Don’t tease me,” she gasped, writhing underneath him. “Just get inside me. It’s been too long.”

But Bran didn’t stop the torture he was inflicting on her breasts, moving from one nipple to another in order not to leave anyone lacking.

“Please,” she begged again, this time, sliding her hand lower to cup his erection and that was it.

From there on, everything was hurried.

He undressed in a flash, unclasping her bra and dragging her panties down her legs. He didn’t pause once, except for when she was bared before him and he found himself staring, awed by her beauty.

Hell, he’d never had a chance in leaving her, had he?

“You are exquisite,” he murmured against her, dragging his tongue along her neck and tasting the salty tang of her skin.

Already, the mating instinct was screaming at him to mark her, but Bran struggled to fight it. He had only just reunited with her. He didn’t want to scare her with something as intense as a bite.

Yet when Bran pushed inside her, wrapped in her warm heat and the intense pleasure that shot down his spine from being inside her again, the instincts began clamouring inside him, forcing him to bite her, to mark her. Until he could think of nothing else except his most basic desires. Fucking and biting.

“Princess.” His jaw went slack when she moved against him just then, causing him to sink even deeper inside her. “The instinct… telling me to bite… can’t fight it.”

Although Bran’s vision was clouded with lust, he saw clearly as Maria tilted her head to the side, giving him complete access to her neck. Smooth, golden skin beautifully bared.

“Mark me,” she purred, her sex fluttering around him in ripples that flung him over the edge of release. “Make me yours.”

Groaning as he pumped faster into her, his head shot forward and his fangs lengthened, puncturing her skin as they pierced into it. His eyes slid into the back of his head in agonized bliss as her rich, warm blood flowed into his mouth, blessing his taste buds.

“I’m coming!” Maria shrieked, the sound loud and filled with either pleasure or pain, Bran wasn’t sure. But when he suddenly felt her milking his cock tightly-almost desperately-as she came, he knew that it was pleasure she was feeling.

He thrusted into her tight channel as he fed from her, holding tightly onto his release with iron will, flicking his tongue back and forth over the injury as he drew even more from her.

Her orgasm drew out into another one and, unable to hold back his orgasm anymore, Bran let go with an agonized shout of her name.

He continued to pump lazily for sometime, flicking his tongue back and forth over the punctured skin before he fell next to Maria on the bed, exhausted.

As they struggled to catch their breath, Bran said, “Thank you.”

For letting him claim her.

For soothing the mated vampire inside him.

For forgiving him despite the unforgivable things he’d done.

“I love you.”

On hearing the words, Bran’s heart beat faster and his chest tightened with intense emotion. Love was too tame a word for what he felt for this woman, but for lack of anything else to convey his feelings, he would stick with it.

“I love you too,” he forced out, voice rough with emotion. And he had never meant anything more.

He had Maria, which meant every other thing could come second. He should have probably been worried about tomorrow and what it would bring. How the people would react to hearing that she was his mate.

But he didn’t care.

He would get through it all-with Maria by his side.

He had found both love and a mate in the strangest way possible-with the same woman he had captured-but there was no other way Bran would have wanted to find his mate and there was no one else he would rather have, than her.

His only love.

His queen.