Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

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Cyrus POV.

The drive to the city of Vancouver, Canada has been an interesting one.

I utilized every single second of the long ass drive to spend time with Embry. To the point that I even drove at a much slower pace than usual just to drag along our arrival.

I hate driving slow. Shit like that irks me to the very end. To be quite honest, I hate driving in general, but I must admit that it was most certainly worth it.

Embry soft lips was curled into a soft smile the entire time. And if that wasn’t enough the sound of hearing her adorable giggles surely was. Oh, and her blush. Oh, boy that blush of hers made me almost crash whenever I would try to just glance in her direction.

So, like I said before that slow ass drive was certainly worth it.

I guess my aunt was right about one thing, “Patience is a virtue,”

I also utilized our time together to get to know Embry a little better. At first, she was reluctant, which was expected with her being the shy little wolf that she is, but it didn’t take long for me through her barrier.

I’ve always been the one whose able to bring another side out of people, rather it’s their bad side or good. Either way, I know exactly what to say to people to get information out of them and if words don’t work. One of my other methods will. Trust me!

But that’s a story for another day. Back to what I was saying, I learned a lot about my sunshine in the last past four hours and I plan to use everything that I learned about Embry to sweep off her feet.

Starting right now, we’re currently on the way to one of my residents in Vancouver. I have a few here but I know that my estate in the middle of North Shore Mountains shall completely blow Embry away. After, Embry expressed her dream house to me I mind-linked with one of my men and demanded for them to build a connected tree house to my estate. We got a day or so to waste and I plan to take full advantage of it.

Nicklaus has contacted my men and advised that he has run into a little hiccup. Apparently, the pack of mutts once again have reached out to another pack of mutts and a pack of wolves, which triples their numbers by a long shoot. So one of our armies are on the way there in this exact moment. I was surprised when the head of my security detail, Gunner reached out to me and explained the current situation at hand.

Nicklaus barely ever utilize our armies. He’s the type that likes to get his hands bloody. Plus, utilizing one of our defense means that he is going in with full forces, which is something he rarely does. His actions will most certainly arouse suppression if it gets back to the council. That’s exactly why I requested permission to wage war in the first place.

I don’t have time for the council prejudice bullshit and neither does Nicklaus.

Nicklaus and his father are already at odds. This war will cause more conflict between the two of them but obviously Nicklaus doesn’t give a fuck. I guess he meant it when he said that he will kill anyone to keep Claire safe and honestly I can’t blame him.

If I was him I would eliminate the pack of mutts as well.

“I take it back when I said that I don’t want to live in the City,” says Embry, as I help her get out of the car.

I knew that she was going to say that, but little does she know that riding thru the city was just the beginning.

We have finally reached the mountain top and I can’t wait to see how she reacts to the surprise that I have in store for her.

“I knew that you would say that,” I respond with a wicked smirk.

Embry blushes as usual. She loves my smirk.

“Vancouver has always been famous for being one of the world’s most beautiful cities,” I advise. It’s true. Vancouver is known for it’s beauty.

My aunt always loved this city, so I figured that Embry would as well. She reminds me of my dearest Aunt Katherine in so many ways. Actually, it’s really quite astonishing how much they have in common. I know for a fact that my aunt will adore her. I can’t wait to take Embry to meet her.

“A lot of members from the wealthy vampire houses and a few members of the powerful vampire houses own properties here as well. This is the second heaviest guarded City in my Kingdom,” I continue to explain.

“And why is that,” she can’t help but to ask. I’ve also learned that Embry is a very curious girl. If she doesn’t know something she asks and that doesn’t bother me at all. No question is a dumb question.

In all honesty, I love that fact that she is so eager to learn about any and everything, especially when she’s ask questions about the vampire society. It turns me on to know that my beloved is interested in learning all there is to know about me.

Based upon what she told me her curious nature comes from her father. She explained how much he challenged her and encouraged her to learn things that other wolves tend not to bother to learn.

I must admit that he is a smart man, much smarter than any other wolf that I’ve encountered so far. Embry doesn’t know this but her father has been training her. At least, that’s the conclusion that I came up with based upon the information that she shared with me.

I just don’t understand what he was training her for.

Gutter requesting access to mind-link with me, stops my train of thoughts. I know that they are awaiting my orders. I was very clear back at the tunnel when I mind-linked with the patrol guard and advised that I wasn’t to be disturbed.

“Scout the area and be discreet,” I order, before I close the link and take Embry’s hand into my own. My security details follow my orders at once, scouting the area as I start to lead her through the forest.

The weather is chilly but I know that Embry loves the cold just like most wolves or maybe she doesn’t. You never know with her she’s not like the average wolf.

I glance in her direction. Embry looks at peace in her environment, but still takes a look at her surroundings. She is so curious. Clever and curious. Oh, that reminds me of her question.

“We have a private academy here for the youth in the wealthy houses and powerful houses. There are also a few students who don’t belong to either house who attends but their parents most likely are filthy rich, or received a scholarship,” I explain.

“There are only two academies like this in the world. One here and the other one is located on the outskirts of Washington D.C.”

“I never knew that,” responds, Embry. Which isn’t a surprise, we have an exclusive team of highly trained vampires who job is to keep our academies under-wrap. Anyone who has found out about our academies who shouldn’t have is dead.

Our children are our future. We will do anything to protect them.

So, of course Embry wouldn’t have known that. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.

“You weren’t supposed to,” I tell her, and she doesn’t respond after that.

I know that she understands. From what I’ve seen werewolves are just as protective over their little mutts. I mean pup’s as we are over our youth.

We continue to walk in silence after that. I hate it when she grows quiet. I could talk to Embry every second of the day for the rest of eternity but I understand that she isn’t really a talkative person.

Embry is the type of girl who needs her space. I can tell that she has been guarded her entire life, suffocated. So, I know that she won’t like someone watching her like a hawk.

That’s exactly why I order my security to be discreet. She has been sheltered enough, and she would be uncomfortable if they were to trail behind us. Embry doesn’t like attention either.

I figured that out based upon the reaction she had whenever someone bowed or showed their respect.

She may have come from a celebrity wolf family or whatever the fuck you want to call them, but she isn’t the type that likes the spot-light to be centered on her. Plus, she isn’t herself around other people and I don’t want her to be anyone other than Embry when she is around me.

With that being said, my men needs to stay out of sight. I want tonight to be perfect. That reminds me.

“Were the wild flowers delivered,” I question, opening up my mind to Gutter.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he responds right away. “The area is clear. We have permission to set up camp by the river,”

“Yes,” I grant and then close off my mind. It’s showtime.

I steal a glace at Embry from the corner of my eyes. She’s so beautiful it hurts.

Just a picture of her right now at this moment would be enough to get me through a lifetime filled of wars. It’s bliss.

When I stare at her, my unbeaten heart starts to beat. I’m alive.

I study Embry closely as the lantern lights from the estate glows upon her flawless snow-white porcelain skin. She lifts her head the very moment the light comes in contact with her skin.

Within a second, I continue to watch every single perfectly crafted feature on Embry’s delicate face begin to reflect astonishment and absolute awe. First, her bright and brilliant hazel eyes grows wider. Then, her long and full eyelashes begins to fan her rosy red high cheek bones while she blinks several times as if she can’t believe her eyes,

Embry’s pretty, pink, and plumped lips are parted slightly, revealing her silky tongue and my sensitive ear picks up on Embry’s heart rate beating louder than a warrior would beat on his war drum.

Priceless! Her reaction is priceless.

She turns to face me with those bright and brilliant wide-eyes and my heart sinks in my chest. Her happiness is my happiness.

“I take it that you like our place of residence for tonight, Sunshine,” I whisper, unable to hold back the smile that spreads across my lips.

She doesn’t respond right way. She just stands there, looking at me closely... Studying me! I think she maybe in shock!

Then out of nowhere she releases an exciting scream, jumps into my arms and wraps her leg around my waist. .

Sparks fire! It feels like the energy from the sun burning rays are transformed from her to me, setting my soul on fire. Then, she begins to jump up and down rubbing her precious treasure against my shaft.

Oh, Fuck I’m hard. Suddenly my dick sinks into her ocean. The only thing preventing me from entering is my boxers that I placed on her. Now, why the fuck did I have to go and do that?

Embry’s entire face reflects the shade of a tomato the very moment she catches onto, more like feel what her reaction has done to me.

Almost immediately, she attempts to get down. “Oh, no sunshine,” I say, while using my arms to lock her in. Her perky little ass is bouncing freely in my hands. Oh, fuck I’m going to devour this girl.

“Mr. Groveler is going to carry you through our threshold and then to our bedroom so I can get some ass,” I tease and of course her entire face is painted in red.

Embry POV.

Cyrus forest estate is stunning, to say the least. It has officially taking my breath away.

For starters, due to estate being placed in the middle of the highest peak of the mountain it provides a stunning view of the entire city of Vancouver. And if that’s not enough the stunning view of the lake that surrounds the backside of the estate surely is. If you face forward, facing the estate you can overlook the entire city, but if you stand backwards you can over look the entire lake.

To further elaborate, whichever way you turn to face would provide you with an impeccable view and that’s just the beginning.

The estate appears to be part designed like a cabin mansions. and then part mini mansion tree house. It consists of two elevated structures connected by a rope bridge so you can travel between the two. There is also a second rope bridge that leads to a wood-fired cedar hot tub perched among the trees.

When we first entered the house I was in complete awe, the two stories cabin designed mini mansion that includes around seven master bedrooms, two kitchens, a grand dining room, two libraries, two entertainment rooms, and three other hidden treasures that I haven’t officially explored yet captivated me. Each room has a wall of south-facing windows which provides a stunning view of the lake.

On the first floor is another kitchen, a small dining area with large windows for water views, a small full bathroom, and a screened-in porch that sits high on a hill and provides a perfect view of the city.

In the second structure, there is a convertible space with a wall of water-facing windows with on single room.

A great room, or more like an artist dream room. It’s filled with every item possible that an artist would need to create a master piece.

Cyrus place me down onto the ground and I take in the sight before me with wide eyes.

Oh, my Goddess! I think to myself as my eyes and feet explore the wonders of the room.

The room itself is bare but it’s equipped with huge canvases, several wooded shelves filled with a million and one jars, will stock cups that holds just about every writing utensils that an artist could need, including erasers and paint brushes, lots and lots of paint brushes which are many shapes and sizes. My eyes then roams over the modeling clay, the rows on top of rows of different color cans of paint, charcoal and pastels. This room is really filled with everything that an artist would need.

It’s filled with everything that I’ll ever need.

Plus, the lighting is absolutely amazing and there is a little antique side table just in case someone works up an appetite for a colorful snack and a desk sits in the center of it all.

I can vividly imagine all the magical work of arts that can be created inside of this room.

In fact, the room itself is the epitome of magical creations.

I turn to face Cyrus once I’m done exploring this marvelous sight.

He’s standing in the center of the room. His soulfully deep golden eyes are filled with curiosity as he watches me intensely.

We stare at each other for a long-drawn-out moment before he decides to speak.

“When I asked you what type of house would you like to build and you said a tree house. I figured that I would be the one to have it built for you. I hope you like it,” He says, while lowering his head down.

His thick and full mahogany hair is swinging freely covering his handsome facial features. If I didn’t know any better as I stare at him right now I would think that Cyrus was a bashfully shy man, but I do know better. He’s far from bashful or shy, he’s actually quite the opposite of both,

But either way he looks absolutely adorable.

My heart melts. Literally, melts!

Not even a second later, I find myself running straight into his arms and smashing into his body. “I love it,” I tell him with watery eyes. “I love it,”

Cyrus has officially become Mr. Groveler and he’s doing one hell of a job with groveling good.

Embry’s POV.

My night inside of this fairy tale Cabin was marvelous and my morning has been so far blissfully sweet.

I woke up to a lukewarm bath filled with wildflowers and then Cyrus and I enjoyed an early morning breakfast on a little bench outside, which included cups of hot tea, blueberry muffins, tasty butter milk waffles drenched in butter milk syrup, scrambled eggs with cheese, boiled eyes as well, slowed cooked country sausage, corn beef hash, fired apples and crisp apple-wooded bacon.

The perfect southern breakfast.

Hmm! It was absolutely delicious. I told him that I could kiss the cook, and then he planted a soft but firm kiss down onto my lips before saying, “The cook accepts your offer,”

I was expressed.

So yes, my morning has been blissfully sweet but my night was absolutely amazing.

To begin with, Cyrus and I had a late dinner by the lake, which also included every single item on my list of favorite things to eat. Then, we just hanged out in the hot tub talking about any and everything.

I was a little shy at first because of my lack of clothing that he provided me with. It was one of his tank tops and a pair of one of his swimming trucks, which would have been okay if they didn’t look as if they belonged to him when he was just a boy.

So of course they clinged onto my body like a second skin, but I must admit that he was an absolute gentleman the entire time. Even though, I’m perfectly aware that he did it on purpose.

He also made up some bull crap excuse about the clothing stores being closed so he couldn’t order me any new belongings of my own.

I know perfectly well that he was telling a bald face lie. If Cyrus could get an entire tree house built and an art studio built, equipped with any and everything that an artist would ever need in less than two hours. He could have provided me with some clothes.

The only reason that he hasn’t is because he loves seeing me wear his belongings and truthfully I love to wear his belongings as well. Plus, I don’t really want him to go out of his way to buy me anything else.

There’s no telling how much money it cost him to get my dreamed housed built.

I still can’t even believe that he pulled this off in the first place. It’s perfect and I could truly live out the remainder of my days inside of this house.

In all honesty, I never want to leave. This place is a magical escape, but unfortunately Cyrus said that we have to go and soon.

He promised to bring me back here. I can only hope that he keeps his promise.

I really do love it here.

"Are you ready to go, Sunshine,” Cyrus questions while sliding his arms around my waist from behind me.

I’m currently attempting to create my first piece of art inside of the studio, but Cyrus has made it nearly impossible for me to even dip the paintbrush into the jar of water.

He’s been staring at me for the last past hour, just watching me slowly and drinking my entire frame in. He’s distracting me. Cyrus is the ultimate distraction.

“Uh, I don’t want to go,” I whine, like a spoiled pup. “Give me three more hours, please,” I ask, while intentionally poking out my bottom lip out.

Cyrus lowers his head down to plant yet another gentle but firm kiss down onto my lips and then he sinks his fangs down into my bottom lip.

Lip biting!

I can’t stop myself from releasing a soft moan.

Next, Cyrus slips his tongue into my mouth, causing me to moan louder. Thanks to my favorite flavor sinking down into my taste buds.

He taste so sweet. His tongue is such a tasty treat.

Seconds later, he’s devouring my tongue as if he can’t get enough. I’m so, so, so turned on.

After nearly five minutes of this phenomenal experience Cyrus reluctantly removes his tongue. This time a real whine escapes from out of my mouth as he turns me around to face him.

He then cups my face with his feather like but rough hands and my face falls down into his touch, slowly.

“Embry, I want to cl,”

“Your highness,” says an unknown voice from behind us, stopping Cyrus in mid-sentence and scaring the crap out of me.

Before, I could blink Cyrus feather like but rough hands are removed from my face and placed around the newcomers neck.

“What the fuck were my orders,” Cyrus spits out with such venom, I jump.

Hey love bugs sorry for the late chapter. Today, was so hard for me. It was filled with so much heartbreak, but it’s cool. I’m hopeful for tomorrow and better days.

This chapter was a lot shorter than normal due to my previous chapters being rather lengthy but nonetheless here’s your update. Enjoy your weekend.