Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

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Embry’s Pov.

I wake up to the sound of a roaring engine and what sounds like my mate singing along to some heavy metal rock music buzzing into my ear.

Wait a minute! My mate singing I think to myself as my brain starts to work again.

No way. I think again as I open up my eyes quickly only because I’ve just got to see this for myself. Oh, and Goddess behold.

Here he is in the driver seat, gripping the steering wheel with his head held back as he sings along to the radio in a horrible tune. Yes! They still play music on the radio after the Awakening War. It’s mostly vampires singing about how they would love to sink their fangs into other species skin, but they still do.

In fact, the News and Media still exist in general. Along with everything else that was once run by the humans before the vampire takeover. The only difference is the vampires control everything and when I say everything. I mean everything!

So other species like us werewolves are forced to live a more simple life. We don’t have the luxury of watching vampire television, listening to vampire singers, or utilizing electronic devices that were created by their vampire inventors. Nor, do we want to.

Anyway back to what I was saying. Cyrus is very much so singing along, sounding absolutely horrible. He sounds like a broken record singing along to the heavy metal vampire song but at least he does look the part with his thick, long, and full mahogany hair swaying back and forth. In front of his pantie melting face. He is so handsome.

Cyrus looks that damn good. One may even say that he looks like a Rockstar himself. Yeah, he does the rock star who can’t sing, but a very good-looking one indeed. I find myself staring at him in complete awe. He is beautiful.

"You’re awake," suddenly acknowledges Cyrus, as he turns the radio down and flashes me a cocky grin.

I continue to stare at him as he accelerates and then merges onto the deserted state way.

His cocky grin turns into a full-fledged smile as I stare at him in silence for a little while longer.

Goddess I swear it should be illegal for this man to smile and those lips. Cyrus delicious and sumptuous cinnamon tasting lips, they taste so good. In fact, I can still taste his tongue in my mouth. Just thinking about the kiss that we shared makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.

His lips have left their mark on me. I try to turn around and look the other way but for some strange reason I can’t break the stare. He’s just so handsome. My eyes travel then flickers in the direction of his hand. It’s placed onto the gearshift right next to my thigh.

We’re so close I can feel his touch on my skin. All it takes is one wrong move on my end and this car will be basked in the scent of my arousal. I swallow down the sudden lump that has found its way in my throat. Just thinking about how his touch makes weird things happen to me. My lips unintentionally curve into a soft smile.

“Take a picture, Sunshine. It will last longer,” he tells me in between his deep and sexy husky laughter, setting my entire face on fire.

Oh, Gosh! How embarrassing? I was just blatantly staring at him with a weird smile planted on my lips like a creep and of course he just had to tease me about it.

Shame on him! Cyrus is so cocky. Always have been and always will be, but he was never this, this, Chill..... It’s kind of mind-blowing if you sit and really think about it. Since day one, Cyrus has been nothing but an asshole. He’s been a complete asshole by the way. Now, all of a sudden he’s acting like a brand-new person.

My wolf might have been right when she said that he is messing with my head. His actions are just too good to be true.

It’s like we stepped into a different universe and I don’t know how to feel about that. Cyrus is unpredictable. It’s kind of scary. Okay, it’s really scary! He’s like a box of chocolates you never know which Cyrus you’re going to get. That frightens me.

Maybe, I should make a run for it, I think to myself as I take in my new surroundings. From what I can see it appears that we’re inside of some fancy sleek matte black sports car. That’s completed with all black tinted windows, luxurious all black leather seats and a clean all black interior.

I hate to admit it but the car is super cool and the outside scenery is beautiful. It’s snowing outside and there are untouched snow covered hills all around us.

It appears that we are miles away from civilization, possibly in the mountains somewhere.

I don’t have the slightest clue about where we are exactly. So there goes my ridiculous thought of running away.

Not to mention the fact that Cyrus is speeding down the deserted state way, driving like a bat out of hell. Whelp, technically he is a bat who came straight out of hell if you really think about it. So, I supposed that explains his need for speed. My eyes roam back over to peak at my highly suspicious acting mate.

He is all freshened up. Now, wearing a crisp black V-Neck paired with some expensive skinny black jeans, an expensive black leather jacket and some all black combat boots. Even when he’s dressed down he’s dressed to express and looks so goddamn sexy. It’s really such a shame.

Where did he even get those clothes from anyway? My eyes scan over my attire. It appears that I have also been freshened up.

Darn it I’ve must have been done for the count.

I’m now wearing a way too big all black velvet sweater which looks like a sweater dress on me paired with an expensive leather jacket and some cozy fuzzy socks. I smell like him. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know who dressed me or who clothes I’m wearing. The only question remains is when did he dress me? Oh, my Goddess! He dressed me, again.

"Why do you keep undressing me," I ask him, before I could realize how ridiculous I sound. Why do you keep undressing me? Really, Embry!

What I should have said is why do you think it’s okay to invade my privacy, and that’s its not cool that you undress me in my sleep. No one ever said that I wanted you to see me naked, but I can’t because just thinking bout Cyrus seeing me naked is making me blush. I turn to look out of the window to prevent him from seeing my tinkled in pink rosy cheeks.

“Because based upon your facial expression you don’t really have a problem with me seeing you naked,” he tells me, making me blush harder. Darn him!

“Plus, I figured that you would feel better in a fresh set of clothes,” He states. “Was I right?”

Yeah, you were but....

“I also washed your body from head to toe,” he tells me, stopping my train of thoughts. “You are mine, Embry and I take care of what is mine. You are my beloved,” points out Cyrus with a shrug of his big and broad shoulders and I hate to admit it but his words make me blush harder.

“Your body was made for my eyes. So it doesn’t matter if I see you naked or not, Sunshine,” He says flashing another cocky grin.

Meanwhile, my face is tickled pink and his face is tickled in nothing but amusement.

“Oh, and you don’t have to hide your blush from me baby,” Cyrus dares to say. You look beautiful when you blush,” he declares and now every inch of my body minds well be considered to be a pink crayon. I’m officially tickled pink.

I take a moment to myself to regain my color and Cyrus allows me to do so in peace.

Seconds later he decides to ask, “Now do you have any more questions, Sunshine?”

“Of course, I do! Starting with how did he manage to do all that while I was sleep? Or more like, why it appears that we are the only people driving on this road which is strange because this is a vampire infested universe,”

“Oh, yeah and when did we even get into the car or where did this fancy car even come from in the first place? The last time I checked we were in the middle of the forest,” I think to myself but don’t get a chance to say it out loud because I’m too embarrassed by the fact that I’m still tickled pink.

“We stopped past one of my home’s in Pittsburgh while you were asleep,” Cyrus answers a few of my unspoken questions.

Hold up! Did he just say we stopped in Pittsburgh? As in Pittsburgh the city! The last time I checked we were close to The Northern Pack Territory which is back in Hudson New York. How long was I sleep? There is no way he traveled that fast while walking. You know what!

It doesn’t even matter, but what do matter is how on Goddess green earth did Cyrus manage to find his way back inside of my head. Crap! I thought my wolf blocked him out for good. Speaking, of which I can’t feel her presence. She’s back to blocking me out.

“Your wolf is very clever,” he suddenly says.

“Can you please stay out of my head,” I politely snap. “It’s really annoying,”

“Someone’s cranky in the morning, I see,” teases Cyrus, as his lips curve up into what I now know to be his famous sexy smirk.

I choose not to respond only because I am very much so cranky in the morning. Anyone with eyes can see that I’m not really a morning person. Unless, breakfast is involved, I’ll always and forever thrive off a full stomach. No matter, what time of day it is. Plus, I’m still blushing.

“In response to your outburst, I wasn’t reading your thoughts. Your wolf has successfully managed to keep me out of that pretty little head of yours,”

“For now, anyway,” mumbles Cyrus underneath his breath. Before, he gives me a sideways glance and says, “You really are a clever little wolf,”

“Thank you,” I can’t help but to accept his compliment. It’s just a part of my nature. “So, if you’re not reading my thoughts. How did you know what I was thinking?”

"Because you’re easy to read," he states the truth. I am easy to read. My dad always said that I was easy to read and easy to please. With that being said, I turn my body and stare out of the tinted windows. I really am cranky in the morning, especially when I’m running off of an empty stomach.

"Are you hungry?" Of course, I’m hungry, and he has to be lying about being in my head. There is no other logical explanation that would explain how he is so right on about my thoughts.

"Stay out of my head," I manage to say, after swallowing down my growl! He’s frustrating, and he’s a big fat liar. Well, he’s not big or fat, but he’s a liar.

"I’ve already told you, Sunshine. I’m not in your head. It’s not my fault that you’re so easy to read."

"Screw you, Cyrus!" I can’t help but to say, while turning back around to face him.

"When," responds Cyrus, making me blush ten times harder. "I’ll be honored to screw you," he dares to say and I melt. Literally, melt down into the passager seat looking everywhere else but at him.

Geez, I’ve never found myself so flushed.

"Awww, Embry. You don’t have to be shy, you know. I’ve already seen you naked. Just give in baby," he teases. "Give in to me, you know you want to.

"Keep your eyes on the road," I squeak, dying to change the subject.

"Since when have you become so demanding," he questions,"It fits you. I like it,"

"Since when have you become so nice," I try to insult but end up complimenting him. Oh, gosh!

"Since, I was advised to grovel," he confesses, catching me off guard. "So, groveling it is," he continues with an exaggerated heavy sigh, like he has the right to be frustrated. I’m the one who should be frustrated and what does he mean by he was told to grovel? Urggg! Men are so complicated, especially vampire men.

"That’s exactly why I decided to drive instead of us catching a plane to our next destination. I wanted the chance to get to know you better instead of reading your mind,"

"I thought my wolf blocked my thoughts from you," I catch him in his lie.

"She did," he says, placing his focus back onto the road. "However, I’m a very patient man, Sunshine. I could have just waited to her shield was down and got in your head," He says. "Ask her," he challenges me. "She’s a clever little wolf. I sure she can sense my power."

I wish I could ask her. However, my wolf has once again checked out but there is no way I’m telling him that. So, I decide to just place my focus back onto the passing scenery.

"So you and your wolf are at odds," he questions me, making my heart drop. See that’s what I mean. Liar, liar and his pants is on fire!

"How the hell do you know that if you’re not in my head," I challenge him right back while snapping my neck in his direction. My wolf is right he’s messing with my head.

"Calm down, Sunshine," he say without sparing me a single glance.

"I told you that I’m not in your head and I meant it when I said that you are easy to read. Plus, you just told me," he adds in, and my mouth closes but then opens, and then closes again because he’s right. I kind of did just admit to it.

Urgg! Darn him. I give up. I just turn around once again to focus on the passing scenery.

After that, he drives in silence and I try my hardest to keep my vision glued out of the window.

I can feel his eyes on me as he reaches his hand in the back seat to grab something. Then I have no choice but to look at him when he pulls a blue lunch box up into the front seat. My mouth starts to water as he slowly unzips the lunch box. Then, my stomach starts to growl when my eyes land onto two sandwiches in a plastic bag. My stomach growls even louder when I spot a container of fruit. I try to pry my eyes away but then my throat suddenly feels extremely dry as I watch him unzip another compartment in the lunch box and produces a couple of chilled drinks.

Cyrus doesn’t look at me as he passes me both of the sandwiches and I waste no time unzipping the first plastic bag and taking a huge bite into the first sandwich.

PB&J!!!!!!! MMM, my favorite and it is oh, so good! So good!

I moan from my first bite into the crusty, chewy, sourdough bread and moan louder as the mixed flavors of roasted peanuts and homemade jam rewards my taste buds. I notice Cyrus body stiffen but I’m to lost in this taste. Oh, my! It’s so sweet and savory.

Most certainly a gourmet meal if you ask me. Oh, Goddess where are my manners. I’ve just dived right in like a starving beast.

"Thank you. I love peanut butter and jelly. It’s one of my favorites," I tell him while still chewing my food. I’m such a pig. Oh, well! I’m starving right now. Oh, Goddess that’s good.

Out of the corner of my eyes I see Cyrus lips curve into one of his famous sexy smirks,

"You’re easy to please," says my mate as I dive into the second PB&J.

He then surprises me when he passes me another container that I didn’t see, and this one contains my second favorite food of all time. Chocolate chip cookies! Oh, la la. This man sure does know a way to a she-wolf’s heart. I love, love, love..... chocolate chip cookies. Screw, the fruit! I want all the sugary junk food!

My Aunt Elena makes the best chocolate chip cookies. I swear. They are the type of cookies that you dream about. Kaya use to make sure that I’ve never missed a batch of Aunt Elena freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. In fact, she made sure that I’ve never skipped a meal, especially when I was painting or drawing. I used to be so lost in my art I would forget to go down during chowtime.

Kaya hated it when I did that, but she did understand and respect the fact that I’m the type of person who is dedicated to my craft. So, she bought chowtime to the art room.

All the time! Kaya was the type of person who loved to see other people smile. She inherited that lovely characteristic from her mom.

Halfway through the chocolate chip cookie, I suddenly lose my appetite. No, matter how delicious it maybe. And trust me when I say it’s famously delicious. This cookie is warm, chewy and oh so delicious! But it’s not Aunt Elena award-winning freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. And Kaya isn’t the one bringing it to me. Kaya will never in life bring me a plate of her mom’s cookies or a glass of milk ever again.

"Sooooo," says Cyrus. "How am I doing with the groveling," he asks before he places his focus down onto my halfway eating cookie and I can all but see a million and one questions swirling around inside of his head.

"Do you not like my baking skills," his next questions completely screws up my entire train of thought and makes me choke. Literally, Choke!

The half eaten cookie is stuck in the middle of my throat.

Cyrus slams his foot on the brake. Then, shifts the gear into park, stopping in the middle of the road and immediately pats down onto my back to help me clear my air way.

"Is it that bad," he questions me while he still patting me on the back. Meanwhile, I’m stilling coughing up my Cyrus claimed gourmet snack. Once, I’m finally able to breathe again Cyrus then opens a bottle of water for me.

"Thank you," I manage to spit out, while damn near snatching the bottle out of his hand. And I don’t pause at all while I gulp down the much-needed liquid.

"Wow," over dramatically says my mate. "No one has never nearly died just by eating something that I baked," he says and instantly I feel bad.

"Oh, no!" I tell him in a rush. "The cookies were absolutely amazing. It’s just I can’t believe that you out of all people claimed to have made them."

"Oh, I see," he simply states with his famous sexy smirk." Whelp, it’s true sunshine. I did bake them. My aunt is not the typical breed of vampire mom. She raised me, and she was very adamant about teaching me how to survive without having someone answering my every beck and call,"

My eyes damn near fall out of my eye socket as I process his words. "So she taught you how to bake," I’ve just got to ask.

"Among other things," he explains. "I hated cooking lessons but I enjoyed eating the tasty treats. Plus, my Aunt Katherine loves to bake and I do love to eat."

"So does my aunt Elena," I can’t stop myself from saying. "She never taught me how to bake, because I burn water, but she did allow me to be her personal taste tester," I add in, while looking down at the halfway eating chocolate chip cookie. "Her chocolate chip cookies are ridiculously delicious," my voice in now no more than a whisper.

"Oh, I see," he says, again before he looks back down at the half eaten cookie in my hand. His eyes linger on my hand for a long a while before he finally decides to look the other way.

Then we sit inside of the parked car, quietly watching the snowfall down on to the middle of the road. Cyrus looks very thoughtful and I’m just sitting here trying my best to imagine Cyrus inside of the kitchen baking.

A few movements passes by, before I decided to place my focus elsewhere. So, I turn to look back out of the window.

It’s so quiet right here and peaceful. It feels like were in the middle of the forest instead of us actually being in the middle of a supposed to be state-way. To be quite, honest it’s strange. We haven’t passed at least one single car or any other sign of life. It’s like the world has ended and were the last two people who managed to survive.

"Why haven’t we passed any other cars, " I question after a while. He doesn’t answer me right away, so I steal a glance at him out of the corner of my eye. His smirking! Of course, he is. He won’t be himself if he wasn’t.

"You are a very clever wolf," he praises before he places his hand down onto the gearshift and take off. This time he is driving at a normal pace. “Curious," he adds in, "But clever,"

"So there is a reason why I haven’t seen any other sign of life," I ask him. I knew it!

"Yes, Sunshine," he tells while leaning down to fiddle with the radio. Why do I feel like he’s about to start talking in circles again?

"Care to explain," I continue to question him anyway. I really, really want to know, and he knows it.

Cyrus smirks harder. Then, he flashes me an innocent charming smile, revealing his squeaky clean teeth and very visible pearly white fangs. In this exact moment, I quickly figure out that Cyrus is up to something. I’m not fooled by his smile. My father always said that the devil smiles before he causes chaos.

Cyrus charming smile just screams chaos.

"Can you just tell me, please," I almost beg.

"Curiosity killed the cat, you know," he further teases.

"I’m a she-wolf. I’m not a part of the cat family," I point out.

"Good point," he smirks. URG! I knew he was going to start talking in circles again. "I’ll tell you what," he starts off. "How about we do an answer for answer,"

An answer for an answer! That sounds like a bad idea but I want to know, so I agree anyway.

"Okay,"

Cyrus charming smile turns into his legendary sexy smirk. Why do I feel like I just made a deal with the devil?

"So," he starts to say, making it his point to stretch out the o in so. “What’s your definition of groveling,"

Wait, groveling! "Groveling," I ask, "Why do you keep talking about groveling,"

"It’s rude to answer a question with a question," scolds Cyrus, playfully. Oh, the nerve! "And were playing answer for an answer not questions for a question,"

"UMM, Well,"

"How does an Alpha dog, I mean Alpha male win over his Luna," he cuts me off and once again manages to take away my current train of thoughts. Really? Out of all questions!!

Did he just say what I think he said? Is that a trick question? It has to be, I think to myself.

But the serious expression planted onto my mate handsome face tells me otherwise. He’s dead serious. Wow! This, man is just full of surprises.

“Cat got your tongue,” He teases before I even get a chance to respond.

“That’s three questions,” I tease back as a genuine smile unintentionally spreads out across my lips. Out of all the question he could have asked me. I must admit that I wasn’t expecting that one. Not at all.

"Can you just answer the question please,” He says with a fake pout. He is so full of it! “How does an Alpha dog, I mean Alpha male," he corrects himself again, which results to an even brighter smile spreading across my lips. "Win over his Luna,"

I smile to myself for a little while longer before answering, “Well,” I tell him. “I’m not really to sure how to answer your question about groveling but I can answer your question about mates. An Alpha doesn’t really have to do too much swaying to win over his Luna heart. Most she-wolves would be honored to be paired with an Alpha,”

Cyrus handsome faces balls up into a frown as he takes in my answer, but he allows me to continue without any interruptions.

“Most she-wolves would willingly give their hearts away to their mate’s,” I further elaborate.

"And what about me, Embry," he questions me.

"What about you," I ask him?

“How do I win your heart back,” he suddenly asks, taking my breath away. As on que, my cheeks feels like they have been once again set on fire and my hearts starts to do somersaults inside of my chest. There’s this sudden increase in heat inside of this car and it’s not coming out of the ventilation system. Nope! The temperature has just randomly increased and the air has become more charged.

“Embry,” He calls out my name, breaking me out of whatever the hell has just happened to me. “Answer me, how do I win your heart back?”He asks again. “Were you serious about the rejection,”

“Well, I.. I,” I start to stutter. “I mean, you’ve got my heart. Kind of, but I’m just a little confused,” I tell him the truth. “I don’t really know how I feel about you,” it’s true I don’t.

“Well I was serious about rejecting your rejection,” he speaks how he feels. “I’m not going anywhere, Embry and I apologize about the way that I treated you. I’ve fucked up! Big time!” He says, as I turn my head back around to face him. “Just tell me how to fix the damage,”

Instantly my eyes start to water and Kaya’s beautiful face comes to mind.

How could I give him my heart when his brother was the one who ripped it out of my chest?

How could I willing love someone who associates with monsters?

Who is a monster himself?

How could I?

“Hey,” Cyrus suddenly says, “Look at me baby,” he demands and I follow his commandent.

His soulfully deep golden eyes are locked on me while he still drives down the state way. He’s now speeding again. He’s so dangerous. My heart rate has also once again increased in speed. He doesn’t even have to look at the road to see where he’s going and I hate to admit it but that dark and dangerous aura around him completely turns me on.

I’m so conflicted. “Teach my, baby,” he whispers and my heart beats faster. “ Teach me how to grovel for you, Embry. “And I’ll give you my word that you will have the world at your feet,”

Hey, love bugs! Sorry for the late update. I don’t know about you but I love this chapter. I was dying to get it out of my head. It wouldn’t go away. I hope you liked it 😌