Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

To begin with, let me just say that my inspiration for this chapter came from the lovely song Chemicals React by Aly and AJ ... Yes, I love Disney. Lol Adults love Disney too.

Anyway, back to what I was saying. My mind was completely blank for the first half of this chapter. I love writing deeply emotional scenes however sometime it can be hard to place my characters emotions down onto paper during deeply routed scene, especially when in reality romance is the last thing on my mind. However, this song just magically popped inside my head. So, I pulled it up on apple music and Wa-Lah. The oh la la la, just magically appeared on the paper.

This is why, I love music.

Author Fun Fact: Whenever, I get a writers block I search for a song that lyric can express whats inside of my head and then boom. You have a chapter.

LOL, enjoy.

Unedited.

Embry POV.

“Embry,” my mate voice draws me back in. “Did you hear me, I want you,” he once again declares with now crimson red eyes. Oh, my! His monster is present, which means that Cyrus isn’t just speaking for himself. He’s speaking for the both of them. They want me.

“You want me,” I ask, in awe.

“Yes! I want you, Embry,” he claims. His voice is low, raspy and threatening. Yes, his monster is very much present I’m looking directly into his soul.

“I wanted you since the very day that I saw you. I wanted to claim you, every inch of you from head to toe. I will always want you. Embry Destiny Wilde I have already claimed you to the world, now I’m asking to place my claim on your soul. Can I claim you,” he asks, while placing his finger underneath my chin.

Here we go again. His touch sets my soul ablaze and makes my body feel as if it’s being burnt alive. I’m crisp! It’s a simple touch, just one gesture but to me his touch places a chain on my soul. I’ve already been claimed, since the first day that I met him. I always belonged to him.

“How can you claim what already belongs to you, ” I ask him and that all it takes for him to smashes his lips into my own.

His lips feel like fire against my mouth and his breath feels like ice blowing against my face. Such a chilling blend, I slide my tongue into his mouth and it melts.

Oh, my Goddess! He tastes so good. Jolts of electricity sparks purple fire into my soul only to burn brighter in the center of my core. Cyrus deepens the kiss, devouring every inch of my lip and filling my mouth with the sweet flavor of cinnamon.

Oh, the taste of his tongue on my tongue taste... MMMM so good.

I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. I can’t get enough of him. I savor every second of tasting him. He will always be my favorite flavor. I’ll never get enough of him. When he decides to slowly remove his lips from off mine, a whine accidentally escapes from out my mouth. How embarrassing? I can’t even hide the fact that I crave him like I do because I very much so, crave him... I want more.

By the time that we part ways the both of us are breathless and my body is ablaze. I lower my face into my shoulder in attempts to hide my tickled pink face as Cyrus lifts my body up with ease, readjust my position on his lap and then once again lifts my chin up with his finger. The as soft as the wind bedding falls from my body but I don’t care because Cyrus wraps his arms around my frame, providing me with another layer of protection.

His thick and full eyelashes shoots up as he stares into my eyes. “There is no need to be shy, Sunshine,” he breathes. “You’re an amazing kisser, promise me that your lips will always taste like candy,”

I’m officially flushed and lost for words. How could I keep a promise like that? Just, how?! Oh, wow! I’m kissing him and I didn’t even brush my teeth. Oh, my Goddess. Can you say Groooooosssssss.... And just like that, I die from embarrassment. Literally, I’m a living corpse here people!

I bury my face deep into my hands and then sink. Wishing that I could suddenly become invisible. Obviously, I don’t. Unfortunately, for me I don’t have any super powers. I’m not that cool and my mate most certainly can still see me. He removes my hands and then cups my face with his lukewarm hands, making me melt again. I’m a puddle. I meant it when I said that his touch sparks warmth into my soul.

“Seriously, Embry,” breathes Cyrus. His eyes are full of nothing but love and adoration. Those beautiful golden orbs sparks sunlight into my soul. He doesn’t even care about my morning breath, if that’s not love I don’t know what is. “You’re an amazing kisser,” he tells.” You have no reason to be shy,” Yeah, right! That’s easy coming from a vampire.

They don’t need to sleep or eat, and I never met a vampire with a hygiene problem, which makes no sense now that I’m thinking about it because they drink blood for a living but hey… I’m no rocket scientist.

“Seriously baby,” he continues on. “Your lips were made to move in sync with my lips. Your tongue was made to taste my tongue.”

“Even with my morning breath,” I choke out.

Cyrus freezes for just a second, stares into my eyes and then out of nowhere he burst out laughing. Yes, he’s laughing me the hell out, officially murdering me. I lower my face into my shoulder, once again seeking the power of invisibility but my hearty laughing mate isn’t having none of that.

Cyrus pulls my face up from out of my shoulder and forces me to look directly into his eyes, making sure that I’m aware of how clearly he can see me.

My heart rate increases once again from the severity of his stare. It’s just something about how he looks at me. “I meant what I said,” he starts off by saying. “Your lips were made to move in sync with my lips. Your tongue was made to taste my tongue," he pauses and then his lips curve up into a wicked smirk, “Even with your morning breath, I love you.”

“I have no problem with dying from your fire breath just to get a taste of you,” he teases and once again I’m tickled pink and I can’t help but to giggle.

“Seriously,“I breathe out, while attempting to control my laughter.

"Seriously," he breathes back into my lips, taking control of my giggles at once before he seals the deal with a simple but extremely sweet and passionate kiss. Aww. My heart. I can’t take this. “I love you, Embry Destiny Wilde,” he whispers.

“I love you too, Cyrus the Ruthless Vampire King,” I whisper back before he claims my lip with another simple but extremely sweet and passionate kiss. After that we just sit there, staring at one another for what seems like a long-drawn-out moment.

It’s like were stuck in some sort of trace that prevents us from breaking eye contact, not that anyone of us would want to.

I mean at least I don’t. I can’t speak for him but judging by the dreamy look inside his golden eyes. I believe that he feels the same way that I do. If you ask me, I can sit here to the end of time, just staring at him. He’s that gorgeous to me.

Another moment or so passes by before Cyrus decides to finally break the spell. He places his eyes onto a door on the left side of the room, and that’s when I realize that we aren’t in the same room that we were once before. That reminds me, when did we get into a bed in the first place?

I really can’t remember.

Actually, the last thing that I remember from yesterday is eating breakfast with Gutter Butter, I mean I believe that was yesterday. Was that yesterday? Yes, I think it was. Ewh! This is so frustration.

“What’s wrong,” Cyrus speaks up, regaining my attention.

I lean my head over to the side and then ask, “Did you do some creepy Vampire Voodoo on me, or something,”

Cyrus doesn’t respond right away nor does his face give anything away. My mate is a master of sealing his emotions and a smooth operate when it comes to the art of manipulation. I know this! So, it doesn’t surprise me when he fakes innocence by saying, “What are you talking about Embry? I don’t know what creepy Vampire Voodoo is,”

Yeah, right! You don’t know what creepy Vampire Voodoo is my ass. I think to myself while inhumanly jumping up from off the bed and then making my way out of the bed quicker than he could blink. Without really knowing where to go or where I’m at for the matter, I supernaturally speed walk into the door that Cyrus was recently staring at and slam it shut just in time for it to make a loud effect in his face, only to enter a gigantic bathroom. Once inside, I lock the door and of course he starts to bang.

“Embry let me in this very second,” screams Cyrus, while pounding on the other side of the door. “Before, I break it,” he threatens and I know that he’s good for it. It’s a proven fact, but that’s not enough to make me open the got damn door.

“You’re just going have to break it and risk hurting me because I’m not moving from behind it,” I scream back. “Not into you tell me what the heck you have done to me,”

I must have caught him off guard because he stops banging at once, “Ultimatum’s,” he says in disbelief. I don’t blame him, I’m kind of shocked myself. Everyone knows that things like that are not my type of things to do.

Honestly, I typically wouldn’t move this way in general but I mean what I say. l’m not moving into he explains himself and that ’s, that.

This is very bold of me. My wolf would be so proud. I take a second to reach out to her again only to come into contact with her mental barrier yet again. What the hell is wrong with her?

“You’re bluffing,” my mate voice draws me back in and pisses me off at the same damn time. How dare he? I’ll show him bluffing. With that being said, I slide down onto the bathroom floor and then place my back against the door with a loud thud just, so he can hear me.

Ha! Who’s bluffing? My action must have pissed him off because he releases a frustrated growl and then start banging on the door again but not hard enough to break it. Ha. Ha, Ha. The almighty powerful Ruthless Vampire King doesn’t want to break the door because he doesn’t want to hurt little ole me. His beloved. Ha, he’s putty when it comes to me.

“Putty,” repeats Cyrus, obviously reading my thoughts. “What the heck, Embry. Who are you and what the hell have you done to my beloved,” he asks and I can’t help but to shrug because honestly I don’t know.

Usually, I’m a good girl. Unless my wolf is present to sway my mind into a different direction, which she isn’t right now and Cyrus knows this because once again he’s inside my head, invading my got darn thoughts. Urgg! He’s so annoying that I could bite his got darn head off?

“Stay the hell out of my head,” I shout. “Before, I bite your got darn head off,”

Wait a minute, I didn’t just say that out loud. Did I? “Bite off my head,” Cyrus repeats my words. Letting me know that I very much so did say that out loud, unless he’s still inside my head, which he shouldn’t be. Urggg! See, this is exactly what I mean. He’s so got darn frustration. ’You can’t bite of my head but you can suck on the tip,” he adds in and instantly my face feels like it’s on fire. Now why do I feel like he has a double meaning? Hmm.

Cyrus interrupts my door when he starts to bang on the door again, “Let me in right fucking now,” he angrily shouts. He’s mad! Mad.

Oh, well! Serves him right for invading my privacy and doing that creepy vampire voodoo crap. He continues to bang for another ten minutes or so before he finally gives up, sliding down the other end of the door in defeat. I’ve been stop paying him any attention a couple minutes ago. I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell is matter with me. I mean… I’m different.

Not that I feel any different but my thought pattern is most certainly different. It’s kind of off!

For example, what I’m doing right now isn’t my normally go to. My wolf on the other hand would love this, just like how I feel right now. Which is pissing my mate off but the problem is I typically wouldn’t like to piss my mate off. I’m a lover not a fighter.

In other words, I’m not this bold.

Urg!!I’m really going crazy. Plus, my wolf is M.I.A which is damn near driving me even more crazy, if that is even possible. I guess I’m going insane.

“I told you that I want to claim you before the sunrise. I meant that,” says Cyrus. “We’re running out of time.”

I roll my eyes and then stare out of the window. He’s right. Dawn isn’t on the horizon but it’s no longer a young night judging by the position of the moon. However, that sounds like a personal problem. I have other things to worry about, like brushing my teeth.

With that thought, I quietly crawl towards the bathroom sink, hoping and praying that he doesn’t catch on to me.

Once, there I place my hand over top of my mouth to cover up my sneaky little agent laugh before grabbing the unused tooth brush up from off the sink, slowly reach for the tub of cinnamon paste and then come to a complete halt. So far he still hasn’t caught on, but he will once his sensitive ears picks up on the running water. Crap!

“For what it’s worth, I have you know that I didn’t do any creepy vampire Voodoo to you. Your wolf shield is preventing me for controlling your mind,” he lies because if that was the case he wouldn’t be able to listen to my thoughts.“I’m not lying. I said controlling your mind not readying your thoughts,” he makes a good point but then again typically my wolf shield would prevent him for doing both. So, either way I’m lost!

At this point, I don’t know if he’s telling me the truth or not. “Oh, and you can turn on the water. I’m not going to burst through the door,” he words catches me by surprise. He knows! Of course, he knows! His senses are highly advanced and completely out of this world. He’s a vampire King for crying out loud! So much for sneaky agent.

With that being said, I stand up to my full height, turn on the water and then brush my teeth. At this point, there is no need to be sneaky because if Cyrus wanted to come inside he will, which I’m sure that he’ll do in any second now, despite what he just said.

Seconds go by and surprisingly enough he doesn’t. Cyrus stays in place the entire time, allowing me to freshen up in peace. I don’t even have on the same clothes that I was wearing yesterday. I’m still wearing items from my mates wardrobe, which is to be expected, but I’m not wearing what I was wearing yesterday. If that was even yesterday, or this morning I really have no idea.

Deciding to no longer dread over my momentary memory lost I continue to clean myself up. After, I brush my teeth, wash my face, and then run some water throughout my hair with my fingers. I stare at myself in the mirror. I don’t look any differently either, besides my eyes glowing brighter than usual. They are still my natural shade of hazel but there’s also a golden tint in the center of my irises. I don’t believe I should be alarmed because I’m a Wilde. Everyone knows that my eyes turn golden, though it usually happens when my wolf is present. Should I be alarmed?

I really don’t know. I guess that just adds another thing to talk about whenever my wolf decides to retire from out of hibernation. If only she would just talk to me, I know for a fact that this has to be some type of wolf thing. Right?

“Embry,” my mate calls out once his sensitive ears picks up on me turning off the water.

I make my way back towards the door and assume the same position that I was currently in moments ago. “I really didn’t do anything to you,” he explains.

“At this point I don’t think that you did,” I admit, “Can you just please tell me what happened yesterday or this morning. I really can’t remember,”

Cyrus releases a deep sigh, “Yes! I will but only under one condition,”

I shake my head, “Now who’s the one giving out ultimatums,”

“I am,” he responds with no guilt, “but that’s a part of my character, not yours. Now your wolf on the other hand, she’s good for it,”

“You’re right,” I agree with him. “That’s exactly why I need to know what happened and why I can’t remember it, something is off,”

“I’ve already told you that I would,” he advises. “But there’s still one condition,”

“Go ahead, I’m listening,”

“Okay! Open the door and then tell me that you belong to me..... Tell me that you will always be mine,”

“That’s two conditions,” I point out while scrunching up my face.

“Please,” he almost begs and I can hear the desperation inside his voice. I don’t like how he sounds. He’s a King of a man with or without his current status of title. He shouldn’t have to beg anybody for anything, not even I but I would be a fool to ignore that fact that something awful must have happened. I know it! That’s the only logical explanation. I can feel it to my very bone, even with that I must be a fool.

A fool in love because the desperation that can be identified inside his voice is exactly what makes me get up and open up the door. I can never be the person that he has to beg. I’ll give him the world if I could.

My eyes lock onto his golden ones. Just that fast, I’m breathless. The sight of my mate takes my breath away.

I can see how hungry he is for me all over his face. Cyrus The Ruthless Vampire King is hungry for me. He’s a greedy man and luckily for him I’m full of generosity.

In a second, I’m back inside his arms and then out of nowhere we’re back in the bed. He waste no time picking back up on where we left off. Kissing me, tangling my tongue up with his, distracting me, I’m gone. We’re tongue twisting. Gosh, the taste of him is amazingly sweet. A tornado of strange emotions begins to swiftly twist inside my soul.

My heart is doing somersaults inside my chest, I don’t know how to handle this type of attention.

“Sunshine,” huskily breathes out my mate while breaking the kiss. “Tell me out loud what you’re thinking… Tell me what you want,” he demands and my eyes immediately focus on his perfectly plumped and tasty lips. That’s all I can focus on. They taste so good.

“Your lips,” I tell him, while running tracing his lips with my finger. He shivers underneath my touch, just like I always shiver underneath his. How ironic? I have the same effect on my mate that he has over me. It’s unusual that the thirst is so mutual. It’s beautiful.

“What about them,” he coaches. Cyrus wants me to tell him exactly what I want. I know this. He wants me to express my need for him just like how he constantly expresses his need for me but I can’t.

It’s way too embarrassing! Plus, the courage I once had minds will have deflated at this point. I’m no tease, kissing is one thing but foreplay is whole another art that I’m not sure that I can manage, just the thought of being sexy makes me nervous.

I find myself once again attempting to hide my now ticked pink face inside my shirt.

Cyrus prevents me from hiding by lifting my chin up with his finger, bringing my eyes to be leveled up with his own... “There is no need to be afraid, baby. It is just us. Tell me,”

“I’m not that brave,” I whisper.

“You’re the bravest girl I know,” he whispers back and then licks the side of my face with his tongue. Oh, my Goddess! How could one gesture feel so good. My treasure box’s begins to over flow, making me feel like I’m the world rarest gem. All I can feel is moisture. I’m wetter than usual. I don’t know what’s happening to me. My current predicament is too hard to explain.

Cyrus nostril flares widely against my face, “That’s it baby,” he moans… “Now tell me baby, what you want me to do," How? I don’t know exactly what I want him to do but I do want him to due the due with me. Now, I know that sounds crazy but that’s how I feel. I’m so under educated in this lesson. I seriously need assistance.

“Teach me,” I beg, that it. He can teach me how to do this because with each passing second, I’m getting wetter. I need to lear how to tame this. How to tame him?

“Teach you what, baby,” he moans into my ear.

“How to please you,” I repeat his actions by, moaning into his ear as well.

"Some lessons are body taught by experiences," he advises. "Allow me to show you, Sunshine,"

"Show me what," I whisper, as his left hand begins to gently stroke throughout my hair.

“The things that I would do to you in just a couple of seconds,” he seductively responds .

“What type of things,” I question him right back.

Within in a second, he flips me over and climbs on top of me. “These things’s,” he declares before attacking my neck with his mouth. Oh, my! My mate utilizes the power of his tongue, lips and teeth to suck on me. The feeling of his tongue on my skin brings forth an intense amount of pleasure and If I was standing I would most certainly fall down on my knees.

It feels so good. Why does this feel so good?

How could this feel so good? I never want it to end. The way that he flicks his tongue in between his gentle but still rough stuck literally drives me crazy. I wrap my legs around his Godly frame, pulling him closer than close. He stops his attack just to stare at me.

The primal look inside his eyes takes my breath away. Those blazing sunny shaded eyes sends heat wave straight into my soul. I guess one thing is for certain and two things are for sure, I’m about to find out every single pleasured filled thing that my mate can do to me in just a couple seconds.

Secretly I’m anxious. I want this. Actually, my anxiousness for him is no secret at all I can’t hide it, nor can I deny what I feel inside. Correction, we cannot deny.

Just to prove my point I waste no time, smashing my lips into his and then boom! We combust. The chemicals react as we explore one another mouth with the tip of our tongues, such a wonder taste and an amazing feeling of pure love. He devours my tongue with his tongue, licking and sucking every inch. . I moan into his mouth, and he repeats my actions, moaning into my mouth as well. Oh, my Goddess! How could a simple kiss have this type of effect on my body?

Instinct takes over and I arch my back up underneath my mate Goddess gifted body as he pins my hands over top of my head, never once stopping his ruthless attack on my mouth...lips or tongue. Oh, la... La. so this is how it feels to be craved and loved, if I could make time stand still I swear I’ll live at the moment forever. This is the moment in time that she-wolves wait their whole lives to find.

Here underneath the protection of my mates warm body I know that everything is alright. This is bliss but I need more.

As if my mate is inside my head he gives me exactly what I want, descending his fangs and then biting down on to the tip tongue, drawing a tiny bit of blood, working hard to hear me moan.

So I give him exactly what he wants, moaning out the intensity of my pleasure. I don’t know why but for some strange reason his actions completely turns me on. In fact, it’s the one action that officially makes my soul explode.

My mate release his hold on me just to deepen the kiss and I wrap my arms back around his neck, pulling him closer. How I so desperately want more.... need more. My treasure box wants to be filled with his pant’s monster, right now.

My heart is running a marathon inside my chest... Oh, my Goddess! This is heaven on earth. I wrap my legs around his back, attaching myself to his body and then I pull up my upper torso, desperately seeking to get closer. Once again, he gives me exactly what I want, swiftly removing his shirt. I run my hands all over his back. His skin feels to smooth to touch. He’s so soft but all man. Perfect. I don’t know what’s gotten into me but I do know this... I want him.

He’s thirsty for me and I’m thirsty for him. It’s a craving type of thing.

Cyrus returns the favor by slipping his hand underneath my shirt just to spread his finger all over my skin, just a touch from him is more than enough to take me there. I’m in another place. Another universe, I’m fine.

It feels so good. This feels so right. He’s got me moaning louder now and the sad part is that were doing nothing but kissing… And touching.

That’s it. That is all it takes to have my entire body pound the alarm. His touch is like gasoline, leaving a trace of flammable liquid all over my back as he trails his finger along my skin. I love the feel of his warm hands against me. His kiss is sugar honey ice tea sweet, absolutely delicious. I swear I love the taste of him, I just can’t stretch that enough.

“Embry,” my mate moans into my mouth. “Who do you belong to,” his voice is pained as if he’s dying and for the life of me I can’t figure out why he’s asking a question that he already knows the answer to.

“I belong to you,” I declare and just like that he loses control. He goes crazy, ripping off my shirt with his bare hands before exploring every inch of my stomach with his bare touch.

Then, his magical hands waste no time making their way to my breast. I don’t have a bra on so my hardened nipple are easily exposed and my left breast bounces up and down like a basketball when he cups it with his right hand. Oh, wow!

He leans down and plants a kiss on the top of my breast, causing me to shiver. I have never been touched like this before or felt this foreign pleasure rushing through my body but I welcome the entire experience with open arms. It’s exciting and it gets better.

The feel of his cool breath fanning my flesh, followed by his long, savory and skillful tongue latching onto my nipple. Oh, My Goddess! I’m Gone. My mind wanders off to an exotic sanctuary as my Goddess given mate begins to perform tricks with his tongue with such skill my entire body has a heat rush. He takes me out of my element, like I’m floating on cloud nine... like I have grown a pair of wings... And can suddenly... fly.

I’m no longer here or there. My mind is gone to a better place. He’s taking me away, especially when Cyrus fangs descend against my skin.

“This is where I’m going to claim,” he announces while softly pecking the top of my captured breast before being a man of his word by biting down into my skin, placing his claim.

Guess what: Embry is officially claimed. 😍