Plans I wasn’t sure I would change, even if I could.
“I also can’t protect my House if my increased powers create strife with the other leaders. My people will end up fighting battles for me, not the other way around, and I won’t accept that fate for them or for myself. I won’t put them at risk just to remain on my throne.” It defeated the whole purpose of being a king.
Nyx pressed her palm to my breastbone, right over my heart. “You are a good leader, Vesperus Veritas. You’re strong and wise, and I would be honored to be your queen. But I also accept that reigning in this reality might not be possible.”
My lips curled a little. “Honored to be my queen, hmm? Even though I haven’t officially asked?”
“You can’t ask a goddess to reign, King. She does so naturally.” Her words possessed a teasing lilt to them, but I caught the seriousness in her gaze.
This was a female who would never bow.
Not even to a king.
But she might kneel for me, if properly enticed.
I wrapped my arm around her lower back, my opposite palm still holding her nape. “What else do younaturallydo, Goddess?” I asked, my lips a hairsbreadth from hers.
Her nails dug into my skin a little, her other hand going to my hip. “I do a lot of things naturally,” she murmured, each word brushing my mouth. “I moan. I lick. Isuck.”
“Mmm.” I gave in to the urge to taste her bottom lip before kissing a path to her ear. “But do you swallow?”
“Only when I like the taste,” she whispered, her mouth finding my jaw. “And I just so happen to enjoy yours.” Her teeth sank into my throat, her mouth working as she pulled my essence into her andswallowed.
That wasn’t what I’d meant, something she absolutely knew, but I allowed it anyway. Because fuck, that felt good, feeling her mouth on me, her tongue teasing the wound to keep from closing as her endorphins shocked my bloodstream.
“Fuck, Nyx,” I breathed, pressing my cock against her flat stomach.
I’d been bitten by vampires before, but none of them had felt like this. Her bite was an aphrodisiac to my senses, making me so damn hard that I almost felt ready to come.
But she gripped my base to stop the building sensation, her thumb tracing along the underside of my shaft before eventually reaching the tip.
Her mouth left my neck, her tongue tracing a path back to my lips.
And then she kissed me.
Not the other way around.
No, this was about a Goddess bringing a king to heel, which was the opposite of what I’d intended, and yet I was utterly lost to her mouth. Her touch. Her fucking divine essence.
My grasp on her nape tightened, my arm cementing around her as I returned her kiss with worshipping strokes of my tongue.
My Goddess. Mine.
Her nails in my chest told me she was saying something similar.My King. Mine.
“The moon is rising,” she whispered, energy kissing her skin and mine. “Do you feel it?”
“Yes.” I grazed her lower lip with my fangs. “I taste it, too.” I bit her, needing her blood, and groaned when she squeezed my cock again.
“No. It’s my turn to taste you, King.” She started walking me backward, her golden irises reminding me of twin full moons. Glittering. Enticing.All-consuming.
I let her lead me, hypnotized by her hungry expression.
This female was my equal in every way. Maybe even my superior.
I’d been meant to hunt her. To tame her. To make herobey. But she had proved herself to be a predator, not prey.
And right now, I was her chosen meal.
