Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

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Embry POV.

(Recap)

“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 is asking a question that he already know 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.

Cyrus venomous bite awakens my wolf, I release a panicked sob as she howls from within. My visions taint golden as the foreign but still somehow familiar jab of electricity shoots straight up my spin, causing blinding pain. However, this time I’m welcome this. My wolf presence appears, and she also wants this, surprisingly enough.

She refuses to allow me to go through this alone. No correction we refuse to allow one another togo through this alone. Our minds become one. We’re ready.

We shall not fight this claim. In all honesty, we cannot fight this even if we wanted to. My wolf and I both know our place, where we belong, and better yet who we belong too.

It is time. The world needs to know that we were born to stand beside him. Our mate. Our soul is up for takes as long as Cyrus is the one who is properly claiming it. He can have us. My wolf growls out loud as she places our hand on to his head to pin him down onto our chest, edging Cyrus on and giving him approval. Cyrus monster moans into our chest, loving the fact that my wolf also approves of this.

It seems that all four of us are on the same page since the first time that we met. Cyrus, his monster, my wolf and I have finally come to an agreement. We all agree that it’s time for the four of us to become one.

So it begins, his fangs tear deeper into my flesh, piercing my skin and setting my soul on flames. The feeling is blissfully sweet but terribly painful, causing happy tears to fall out my eyes. The entire experience is the match that sets my soul ablaze.

Suddenly, I’m out of it. My vision and mind becomes cloudy as if I’m in some type of spiritual atmosphere. He’s doing it again, bringing me fever and taking me to another place. The sound of painful pleasure escapes from out my lips before my wolf growls out her approval of this union. Our mind, body, and soul is back in a state of peaceful oblivion. All in while, Cyrus continues to gulp down my blood, hungrily taking his fill. He’s slowly claiming us, taking this slow.

My wolf doesn’t want slow. She’s wants it nice and rough. I on the other hand want him to take it slower than slow. I need him to take his time with me. I’am a virgin after all. This entire experience is foreign to me. My soul is being touched for the very first time.

However, the dangerous part of me is now fully aware, woke and ready. My inner beast. She’s needs him to take it fast, hot and heavy. Cyrus is the only one who can tame her but we need to on the same page if we truly want to be claimed. So the both of us quickly decide to just go with the flow, allowing nature to run its course. The fear that we once felt about our mate running the show has faded. He has finally gained my wolf and I trust.

I don’t know how he did it or when he did it, but he very much so has gained it. In my wolf eye, Cyrus has proven to be worthy.

We decide to allow him to lead the way, showing the both of us the way. He’s a born ruler, and we were born to follow his lead. He can take the front position. We have no problem with being the backbone of our bloodline and the bedrock of our nation. We’re his rightful Queen. Cyrus bite lessons, but he doesn’t let up still tasting me. He’s so dangerous. A dark craving that we can’t ignore. Our patience is running thin. We need him now.

This is when I realize that our canines are now extended. The time is near for my wolf and I place a claim of our own.

“Thank, Goddess! He’s wearing nothing but boxer briefs,” growls out my wolf, causing my face to become as beet as a ripe tomato. She’s acting like a dog in heat. Okay, in her defense she kind of is.

She places our hand on the top of his back, clinging to his broad shoulders as our fingernails turns into sharp claws that digs deep into his skin. The sickly sweet smell of Cyrus blood fills the air as he moans out loud into our chest, never once removing his fangs from out of our breast. Finally, deciding that it’s time to take control, my wolf test our limits.

“Bite harder,” she demands in a moan. He follows. “That’s right! Follow your true leader, take your fill,” she scream’s louder. He moans into his gulps. Cyrus is enjoying this wild behavior.

His slurps become harder and faster. There is no doubt in my mind that he will leave evidence of what happed in this bedroom all over our chest.

Oh, yes! This is exactly what she wants. We want. By this time tomorrow, we shall be walking around with his mark and the world will know that we are claimed by him.

I moan louder, adding fuel to his already brewing mixing pot of desire. We can feel his sinister side taking over completely. His monster soul is reaching for us, and we have no problem with extending out our hand out to meet him halfway. The heat within increases. The fire within explodes into an inferno and the next thing I know is our teeth and razor like canines seeking deeper than deep into his skin.

Cyrus detaches his fangs as a pleasure filled growl escapes from out of his lips before he re-sinks his fangs back into our skin. We then gulp down each other’s essence in unison. It’s obviously that the both of us are desperately thirsty for each others blood. Our souls begin to tangle.

I feel every inch of his wickedness inside me. There is no battle. My wolf and I will give him our soul. I’m a giver, and he’s a taker. We can’t help it. That’s our nature, together there no telling what were capable of. I guess the world shall find out soon enough. The mate bond sinks throughout our bones and settles deep into our core.

We’re locked in. How quickly we have become one? The infatuation that I once felt for him goes from bad to worse. From this moment, forward I won’t be able to breathe without him. He is now the source to my life force. Cyrus soul is my final resting place. It feels great to finally be home.

The pain and heart ache that I experienced from this love was worth it. He sickened my mind but also proved to be the cure. He’s amazing. Cyrus is my destiny.

This is exactly where I belong. Cyrus is it for me. I Belong To Him. He detaches his fangs from out of my skin and I follow his lead.

My golden vision is now blurry. I’m still in a zone. Cyrus slowly rolls over, but I can still feel his touch on me, even though he removed his fingers from up off my skin.

I can still feel his fangs latched into my chest. My hands make their way to the mark that he left. A power surge flashes throughout our bond the very moment that my fingers come into contact with my skin.

He’s still in me, even when he’s not really in me. There is now an invisible magical string that ties are souls as one. It may stretch or tangle, but it will never break. I belong to him just like how he belongs to me. This is our fate. We’re destined.

I can now feel his emotions flooding through my veins like a river of love. I now know that Cyrus meant every word that he has spoken to me today. He will right his wrongs, even if it the last thing that he does and I look forward to it.

It seems like that I have been waiting for a very long time to find him. Now that I have, we shall have forever. I have always loved him, even before I actually met him. I once told Kaya that I was willingly to wait at the gates of heaven or even the entrance of hell for my mate and I meant that from the bottom of my heart. Kaya would approve of him, only because he truly does make me happy.

This is so unreal. Oh, I can’t believe this has happened to me. I would have waited a lifetime for a moment like this. Cyrus has colored every inch of me and now I know that this is forever. Yes, this does very much so feels like home.

Cyrus drapes his muscular arms around my waist as he lays down beside me and then pulls my closer into his chest. Though his heart is silent I can still hear his heart beat, beating next to mine. This is love.

The dreamy fog slowly withdraws from out of my brain as my wolf retreats to the back of my head, giving Cyrus and I some alone time and that’s when reality really kicks in. I’m officially claimed. Oh, my Goddess! I officially belong to him.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” compliments my mate. “My Sunshine,” he declares loud and proud.

“Why do you call me that,” I suddenly have the urge to ask.

His lips curve into that Goddess blesses smile of his. Wow! He’s the beautiful one. He’s so heartbreakingly gorgeous and I can hear the truth behind his words. Oh, my Goddess! He really does thinks that I’m the most beautiful girl in the world. It’s really unusual that someone like him would really think like that about me.

I mean, sure I’ve always been told that I’m pretty. All wolves are but I’m typically a little more presentable then this. Right now, I’m bare. In my nature state and my mate is making me feel like I’m a sparking pearl. I’m forever grateful. “I call you Sun because you shine like one,” he decides to tease.

I blush and then release a little giggle, while placing my hand down onto his bare chest. The Spark’s Fire. “Don’t be silly, I’m serious,”

“So am I, Sunshine,” he joins in my fit of giggles by adding a hearty laugh of his own and then flashes me a very genuine smile. Gosh! He’s so beautiful. “No seriously, Embry. You truly do shine brighter than the deserts sun. Your smile is so bright and your soul is so pure. It blazes warmth into my soul and make me want to be a better person.”

His golden eyes once again is the cause of a heat wave, washing all over me. The intensity of his stare is drowning me. All I can see, feel, and hear is his love. I’m drowning in it.

“I want to be a better person for you, Embry,”

and just like that my heart aches. I can’t take this. He pulls my closer and then cups my face with his hands. Sparks Fire. I lean into his touch, enjoying every second of it.

“Do you feel that,” my voice is now no more than a whisper.

“Yes,” he acknowledges it. “It’s the bond. You’re no longer a Wilde, Sunshine,” his words confuses my thoughts. I’m still a Wilde Wolf just a mated one.

“Partial mated,” speaks up my wolf. “We still have to complete the mating ritual and do the Humpty Hump,”

My eyes widen. She didn’t just say that. Cyrus memorizing laughter rings loudly inside my ears proving me wrong. Oh, my Goddess! He heard her. That’s so embarrassing. I melt. I’m a marshmallow again people and my face is the shade of red-hot flames once again. Can you say... Embarrassing?

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, my love. She’s does have a point,” he confesses and once again my face is ablaze in red flames. At this point, I’m surprised that my skin tone hasn’t natural shifted to the color of red or pink.

“What was you saying about me no longer being a Wilde,” I quickly change the subject.

Cyrus smile. A real smile and then stares directly in my eyes as he says, “You’re an Ettore, my Queen. You’re officially claimed and that now makes you a married woman in my world, Embry Destiny Ettore,” he declares before capturing my lips with his own, taking my breath away.

Yes! I’m officially claimed, finally.

Cyrus POV.

I make my way to the kitchen to prepare Embry a few after midnight snacks before I go. As much as I would like to stay in the bed and continue to be lost in the world of my beloved. I can’t. Unfortunately, I still have to meet with Nicklaus. Duty call’s but I’m not going anywhere into I ensure that my beloved is properly taking care of.

She’s hungry and it’s my duty to provide for her.

So I left my most valuable possession, laying in the bed back in the room half-way naked, patiently awaiting my return. She’s such a good girl. After the claim we sat in silence for a while just touching one another. Just lying beside Embry takes me to a blissful place filled with unicorns, rainbows, and all types of lovey dovey bull shit that I never believed was possible.

Until her, I swear that I could spend the rest of my life just lying in the bed beside her, touching her. My soul has never felt that peaceful and I’ve been around for more than a couple of 100 years.

Neither one of us seems to be able to keep our hands off one another.. We are a perfect match in ever way. My hands rub over top of the mark that she has placed on my chest. Yes, she claimed me in the same exact place that I claimed her. It’s a honored to bear her mark. In fact, it’s a honor just to be touched by her.

I’m a luck man and possibly the happiest man in this entire world.

Once inside the kitchen I inspect the fridge. It’s well stocked as to be expected. I have servants that live in each one of my houses all around the world. Their jobs is simple, clean and ensure that my home is ready for an arrival at any time. You’ll never know when I’ll decide to drop in, just like now for instance.

We’re currently at one of my cabin resorts about twenty miles or so away from Nicklaus estates. It’s a small cabin estate that sits on the lake, surrounded by pine trees and the mountain top. I always had a thing for nature, even before I met Embry.

I guess that’s one reason why I was paired with a she-wolf in the first place. I always had a thing for wild things, not that Embry is wild or a thing. Fuck! That came out wrong.

What I’m trying to say is that my soul has always called out to the exotic things in life like Embry. She’s a true force of nature, sweet on the outside but hard on the inside, which is very rare in our world.

Most wolves are all bark little bite, but yet feisty either way. Embry’s wolf is a about her business. Plus, her human side is truly such a sweet girl. Amongst her people I’m certain that she sticks out like a sore thumb. Yup, she’s a gem. A rare gem for sure.

In all the centuries, that I have lived. I’ve never encountered anyone like her. She’s treasure and I shall forever treasure her.

I begin to search the fridge for something quick but tasty to prepare and my eyes immediately fall onto some cheese, a cup of chopped fresh basil, a container of heavy cream, a medium white onion, some diced tomatoes and another cup of chopped flat-leaf parsley...

I take them of the fridge and then make my way into the pantry to grab a couple loafs of bread. These are the main ingredients that I demand to be stocked at all time for my housekeepers year around, especially in the places that tend to have harsh winters. My Aunt Katherine, and I was always down for a cup of hot tomato soup and a nice and crispy grilled cheese sandwich.

Once, I gather all the ingredients I begin go to work, dicing the onion after I melt some butter in a large pot. Once done, I throw the onions into the pot while also dumping in the diced tomatoes before starting to stir.

Around thirty minutes or so later I have prepared a pot of tasty tomato soup and a couple of perfectly golden grilled cheese sandwiches.

“Um mm, what’s that smells,” question my beloved while walking into the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of my boxer briefs and my robe. The robe is half-way open showing off her perfectly perked breast but most importantly, placing my mark on full display. Her skin is fair like ivory but smoother than a porcelain doll.

Those honey and forest green eyes of hers are so fascinating to gaze into, especially now. When we were back in the room I realized that they now have a permanent golden tint that sits directly in the center of her irises, making them appear to be dangerously alluring.

Not that they weren’t before it’s just the fact that every time our eyes lock it seems that I’m memorized by them. Now, don’t get me wrong I was always a fan of Embry eyes since the first day that I gazed into them. They are so unique and so rare, so captivating. However, they now seem to be ten times more extraordinary than they were before if that’s even possible. I don’t know, but I do know that I have hit the jack pot.

She’s such the treasure, such the sight to behold. Thank you, Blood God! I count yet another one of my blessings. For the chance to claim an dramatically beautiful beloved.

“It’s smells delicious,” expresses Embry, while sitting down into one of the six black and chrome bar-stools that surrounds the white, cream, and black marbled-topped kitchen island. She looks delicious, appearing to be good enough to eat I can’t wait until the day that I get to dive my tongue deep inside her folds.

I think but decide to keep my comments to myself for my sake of course.

My dick has already been hard all got damn night, ready to sink inside her slick and tight walls. I had to excuse myself three times just to go sit in the bathroom and beat my meat. Fuck. Yup! I beat myself off. There’s no need to judge, I’m already embarrassed enough.

Great! I know I’m turning into a fucking pervert. Oh, that reminds me. “Embry, old are you,” I ask, while placing her bowl of soup and the plate stacked with grilled cheese sandwiches down in front of her. Then I grab my finest bottles’of wine up from off the wine holster and asks,” Red or White,” before she can answer my original question.

“White, red wine is way too bitter,” she explains before taking her first bite into her grilled cheese sandwich, and then she moans, which causes me to accidentally drop the bottle of 1811 Chateau d’Yquem. The glass shatters. Fuck! There goes a perfectly good bottle of wine.

“Are you okay,” questions Embry as she jumps up from out her seat and rush over towards me.

The smell of my scent mixed with her scent hits me hard and strong as she draws closer. Oh, fuck! She’s smell amazing. I love the smell of my scent on her, clinging to her body like a second skin. Blood God knows that I love me some her. I take a deep breath as my nostrils widely flare.

“Oh, my Goddess! Look at this mess,” her angelic voice tone sings to me and brings me back in. Angelic tone? Aw, fuck! Come one, man. I got to snap out of this universe. What am I like ten?

Plus, my dick is already starting to get hard. I need to get it together and fast. I’m over six hundred years old. There is no reason that I should be behaving like some love sick pup.

No way! No matter, how seductively bewitching that she maybe and trust me when I say that she is seductive and very much so bewitching. She’s enchanting.

“I’ve got it,” I wave her off. Go sit down and eat your food. My housekeeper will clean up this mess.”

“Cyrus, it’s a little after mid-night. There is no need to call the housekeeper when I’m right here,” she says, while running over towards the sink and grabbing some paper towels.

“You’re a Queen, Embry. You don’t have to clean up anyone mess. Not even your beloved,” I advise while walking towards the counter top to ring the buzzard for my help. “Allow the help to do her job,”

“There’s no need,” she insists before grabbing a broom that happens to be right beside her. “I’ve said that I’ve got it. Besides, she’s probably slept anyway. We would’t want to wake anyone. Now would we?”

“Why not,” I do it all the time. It’s their job to do what I say. I’m a King. They are my servants. It’s their job to please. That’s what they get paid for and the payment is handsomely, trust me.

Any commoner vampire from any part of the world would kill to be employed by another vampire of great status, especially a King. Most of them go as far as begging to spend the night in our bed in attempts of obtaining a more permanent employment but I won’t dare say that to Embry. Nope.

Besides, the housekeeper inside this home wasn’t one of them. She’s actually a pretty decent vampire girl, who tends to stay to herself for the most part and she doesn’t act star struck when she she’s me. So that’s a plus. She’s only working for me, so she can pay her way into our fancy boarding school for young vampires. I think that Embry would actually like her.

Embry bending over to collect the glass up from off the floor stops my thoughts at once and gains my undivided attention. My robe lifts up, revealing those long legs and perfect round ass of hers. Oh, mother of fuck ship. Come fuck me! I freeze and watch her from behind, fighting the urge to stick my hand down my pants. The heat just suddenly increased inside of the kitchen and it’s smoking.

Yup, smoking fucking hot!

“Why does your eyes look like that,” suddenly questions Embry and that’s enough to snap me out of my trace. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I really do got it bad. Obviously, I need to get laid but I can’t.

Not into Embry’s ready for me, I have to wait until she’s ready to take the next step and I have no problem with waiting for the rest of eternity for her, even if I have to spend the rest of my life with blue balls. She’s more than worth the wait. Besides, my little Sunshine is a virgin and when I’am able to take her. I plan to take it nice and slow, making love to every inch of her body over and over all night long.

“I told you that you’re a Queen,” I quickly change the subject, while walking over towards her. I really don’t want to talk about the fact that she caught me acting like a hormonal human teenage boy. It’s already embarrassing enough.

“If you insist on doing housekeeper work give it to me,” I demand, taking the broom from out of her hands and then starting finishing up the job that she’s set on completing herself.

“You go eat, I’ve got this.”

Embry stands frozen in place, staring at me like she just walked in on me draining another soul or something. She’s doesn’t move and refuses to stop watching me, but most importantly not following my orders.

“Embry,” I say, while looking up at her. “You need to eat, before the soup gets cold.”

Her perfect and very kissable lips curves into a soft smile. “I’m one hundred and fifteen years by the way,”

A hundred and fifteen, wow. Yup it’s official I’m a pervert. “Wow, I never dated some one that young before,” I tease with a smirk. “You must be a lucky girl,”

Her entire face turns strawberry red. She’s so adorable. “I never thought that I’ll live to see the day to see a vampire King actually do some housework,” she giggles.

My head knocks back as laughter escapes from out of my mouth. “That’s because you didn’t grow up inside my Household. My Aunt Katherine is very big on not relying on house workers, King or not.”

“Your aunt,” she asks, “If she’s your aunt that would make her some type of Queen right. Why wouldn’t she rely on house keepers? I mean I was lead to believe that all higher status vampire bask in the glory of having a lavish life style,”

“My aunt is not a queen but may God bless the poor creature who tells her that and most vampire ladies do bask in the glory of having a lavish life style, but they are not my aunt. She’s special,”

“How so,” asks my curious little beloved. “Tell me all about her,”

“Go sit and eat first,” I advise, finally finishing up with cleaning up the wine.” Now, Sunshine,”

“Yes, sir,” she giggles again before planting a simple kiss down onto my cheek, making her own self blush. She’s so adorable. I’m just about to kiss her back when a sudden jolt of electricity snaps throughout my brotherly bond, catching me and Embry by surprise to the point that she stumbles back. Almost falling but thankfully, I reach out my arm just in time to catch her, preventing her from hitting the floor.

“What was that,” she breathes hard with wide eyes, looking very alarmed, for good reasons to. She should be alarmed because she’s about to be annoyed to death. The fool is seconds away from entering our temporary home.

“Marcellus,” I tell her. He’s here. Fuck! Leave it to Marcellus to be the one to come find me.

“Who’s that,” she questions me right before he just struts through the door with Gutter following closely behind him.

“Brody, I’m home,” calls out Marcellus.

Hey, love bugs.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Embry’s fight to be claimed with her mate and wolf has been an epic duel in my opinion but in the end she has truly proven to be the one on top. But it’s still a lot of all in the name of love and war to come. I don’t know about you, but I’m excited.

My favorite werewolf and vampire couple has been officially claimed.

Q:Ship names, anybody?