Escape (Vampire King Book 1) (17 page)

“Earlier.”

“Thanks.”

“Are
you coming with me?” Samuel asked with an unsteady voice.

“I’m
considering it.” I displayed a grim smile.

He
laughed. “Considering it?”

Samuel’s
hand possessively clasped on mine as we traveled through a sleeping Zumaya.
“You’re my queen. While that house behind us was your only escape, there was
still no guarantee I would have left you there.”

“So
you say,” I teased and forced myself to not turn around or gaze at my house
again. I even avoided the huge statue of me and hurried to our horses. “I want
to get out of here as soon as possible.”

“Yes,
my love.”

I
snorted as he assisted me with getting on the horse’s back. “You just keep
changing my names. When you first met me I was a murdering and lying domina,
then I was a blood wench that you needed to consume, later I was your queen,
and now I’m your love?”

“You
could be,” Samuel confessed. “One day.”

He
got behind me and patted the horse’s back. Our horse trotted several feet and
sped into a steady gallop as we left the town I’d only known as home.

I’ll have to figure out a way to
still watch my girls grow and eventually I’ll have to find a new place to call
home.

“I’ll
help you see your daughters again and wherever this new place that you call
home is, I’ll also be there.” Samuel kissed my shoulder. “It will be okay, Brie.”

“You
promise?” New tears streamed down my cheeks.

“Yes.”
His fangs’ sharp points slid up against the curve of my neck. “In the meantime,
have I ever shown you the many things I can do on a horse?”

Samuel’s
fangs pierced my neck. Crying with pleasure, my head fell back and rested on
his shoulder.

“Show
me now,” I said between unsteady breaths as his right hand moved under my shirt
and his left hand dove into my pants. He sank his fangs deeper into me and the
area exploded with hunger as if I’d been starved for days.

“Thank
you,” I whispered as his fingers stroked the swollen bud between my thighs. I
closed my eyes while that familiar drugged-out daze overtook me.

Thank you for what?
he asked.

“I
needed a distraction from my heart’s pain.” I gasped as his fingers entered me.

Epilogue

Samuel

Fear
and fascination warred inside my chest. I couldn’t stop grinning as I gazed at
my queen. Brie lay on the fur blanket. That unusual auburn hair stuck to her
damp face. I dabbed a cool, wet cloth on her skin, trying my best not to wake
her. She’d collapsed after I brought her to her fourth orgasm. A dust storm
blew outside. The tent’s leather walls wavered. Brie’s lips parted as she
remained in a deep slumber, unaware of me watching.

The irony.
I
helped her escape an oppressive king and averted a selfish husband, just to try
and possess her myself.
Would she flee if
she knew the thoughts I kept in my mind?
My hands went to her flat stomach.
My fingers sank in the soft tan flesh around her waist. One day her belly would
be full of my children and her mind would only be focused on me.

“Ethan,”
Brie whispered.

Even
though she was dreaming, a tear leaked out from her closed eye. It had been two
days since we left Zumaya, yet this ingrate’s name was still on her tongue
every time she fell asleep. If he didn’t have Brie’s daughters, I would have
killed him.
How long did it take Ethan to
replace her? Not long at all.
Brie had only been gone for two years. The
woman’s belly was full with his child and due to deliver any day now.
What type of man watches his wife be carted
off to breed for another and marries the next year?

“No,
Ethan,” Brie cried and turned on her stomach. I almost woke her and shoved my
cock inside her to show her Ethan was her past and I was her future.

But
there was no need. My face danced in her thoughts constantly. She yearned for
my fangs way more than she spent time reminiscing of the past.

But are the fangs enough?
And how do I feel about her? Am I in love
or simply whipped by that intoxicating blood and wet flesh between her thighs?

My
brain yelled
run
, but every cell in
my body screamed that she was my queen. I dedicated my whole life to stopping
oppression. All those decades I shook my head at men—vampire and human,
wondering why they would try to possess and control their women. Now it
clicked. She was mine in every sense of the vile domineering word and even
worse, I was hers in every way. I shuddered at the thought of what I would do
for her if she asked—kill, steal, desecrate the holy god Ambi, destroy cities
and masses of people just at her command. It sickened me to know how my control
waned.

And what would I do if she did try
to leave? I doubt it would end well.

A
low but wild growl escaped my lips. She belonged to me and no one else. Not The
Quiet King nor Ethan or any other man considering suicide could court her.
Is it my power ripening or the natural will
of a man to want to control what he thinks is his?
It didn’t matter. Blood
would paint the streets if another touched her. That was guaranteed.

I
slung the cloth to the other side of the tent, lay down next to her, and closed
my eyes.
What am I even saying? Murder?
Children? Queen? What is wrong with me? Mine? Is she property now?

I
groaned.
I’ve changed my whole outlook on
life in just a few days with her.
Trying to own a woman was never my plan.
And yet my queen slept next to me with full lips, taunting pink nipples, and
glistening flesh that begged me to pierce it with my cock and fangs.

Maybe I should let her go? I don’t
like this fear. I’m disgusted with my thoughts.

I
violently gripped the fur blanket.

This is madness. I’ll drop her off
in a town where she’ll be safe, and then I’ll race away from her taunting scent.
Enough of this!

Movement
sounded. I opened my eyes. Fully awake, she gazed back at me. And in that
moment I wanted to surrender all that I had to her, just so she wouldn’t look
away.
She needs her freedom, but I won’t
let her have it.
Regret lodged in my throat.

“I
had a nightmare,” she confessed. “Is the sun down yet?”

“No.
You’ve only been asleep for an hour.”

“And
when it’s dusk, are you heading back to
Capitol
City
?”
she asked. I forced myself not to growl or snarl at her.
She said you and not we.
Instead, I formed my lips into a smile.
She thinks she has options and choices to
make.

“Why
are you smiling and not answering my question?” Brie raised her auburn
eyebrows. Her eyes shimmered, telling me she was annoyed. They also shimmered
when I made her come. My cock hardened at the thought. My fangs ached inside my
gums.

“Yes,
I’ll go to
Capitol
City
, but I’ll see Leeta
first and tell her I didn’t get the Zumayan mushrooms.” I dove my hands under
the blanket to clasp on to my erection and calm it down. “Will you be coming
with me?”

She
considered my question. I read her mind, pondering all of the different
possibilities that filled her head. I forced myself to relax and maintain a
neutral mask—the predator never startles the prey unless absolutely necessary.

“Yes,
I think I’ll come with you, but not to
Capitol
City
,”
she informed me. “I’ll see if Leeta or someone has work in that town. I think
I’ll stay in Freemont and work for room and board until I know a good place to
hide from the king.”

I
laughed, unable to hold it in. Her audacity tickled me.

She still thinks what we have
between us can be forgotten or put aside.

“What’s
so funny?” She pouted and poked that luscious bottom lip out. I blurred to her
and sucked on it, letting my tongue trace its outline.

You’ll stay with me, my queen.
I
delivered the thought to her head.

“I
won’t. But we can spend time together every now and then,” she said. Her heart
thumped in her chest. Her blood sang to me. I swayed and almost drowned in that
hypnotic tune.

We’ll be doing more than spending
time together,
I mentally replied. She shuddered. I
spread her legs apart and toyed with the plump bud between her thighs. My mouth
watered as she moaned. I needed to circle her clitoris with my tongue and
tenderly tug on it until she screamed my name.

“I’m
already too sore,” she whispered.

“Should
I kiss your soreness away?”

The
tent instantly filled with the scent of her arousal. I journeyed down to her
thighs.

“Yes,”
she mumbled as her legs opened wider.

I
stuck my tongue out and slowly explored her, enjoying the taste. She cried out
in delight. Her body writhed under my mouth. I gripped the head of my cock and
imagined it was inside of her slick tunnel.

We’ll spend time together every now
and then, she said. Never! I want all of her time and nothing less.

My
tongue flickered along her opening. She rocked into my mouth. “Samuel!”

“Who
are you to me?” I thrust my two fingers into her.

“Your
queen,” she cried.

And you’ll realize that soon
enough.

*The End*

About the Author

Continue Brie
and Samuel’s journey in
Captured
(Book
2 of the Vampire King Series).

www.KenyaWright.com

Kenya Wright is
the Dark Fantasy Romance Bestselling author of the Habitat Series. She currently
resides in Miami with her three amazing, overactive children, a supportive,
gorgeous husband, and three cool black cats that refuse to stop sleeping on
Kenya’s head at night.

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