The Vampire King’s Captive

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The door slammed shut behind him as he stepped out of the room, leaving Maria behind.

Christ, she was just so infuriating. And so fucking fearless. Bran had never met a woman like her in his entire life. The women he knew were soft and submissive, retreating at the slightest sight of his anger and hurrying to do his bidding whenever he demanded it. They did everything in their power to make sure that they didn’t anger him-Maria did everything in her power to make sure that she pissed him off.

And she succeeded every time, damn her.

But, Christ, he found it so sexy. Down in the bar, he’d just been about to maul her when Elizabeth had cleared her throat, pulling him back to the present. Had she not detracted him, he would have kissed her right there, damn it. Seeing the flush on her cheeks and neck from anger had the blood rushing to his cock so fast, it made him dizzy.

He needed to do something about his perpetual boner for her. He hadn’t gotten laid in a long time because of his search for his sister and perhaps it was affecting him. The lust was addling his brain and making him unable to think about anything else, but her.

She was a bombshell, he knew that, but he’d also seen a great number of beautiful women and none of them had affected him the way she did. He needed to get laid. He was certain that he would be able to think well after.

Elizabeth was the best option. An added bonus was the fact that she’d been able over him, staring at him with a heated gaze-although he’d hardly met a female that wasn’t into him. The fact was that she was dying for sex, and he was more than willing to give it.

When he went down to the bar, he saw that she was waiting for him on one of the barstools. She sat up straighter when she saw him coming, arching her back and pushing her breasts out.

Elizabeth was a beautiful woman and her submissive nature had always been what Bran liked most about her. So why did he suddenly feel like turning around and going back upstairs?

He shook the feeling off and walked towards her, taking note of the way her eyes roved over him, lingering on his crotch. It wasn’t his fault that his crotch was a tad bit more obvious than it usually was-the jeans were smaller than him.

He dropped down on the empty stool beside her, planting his legs wide on the legs of the stool. He waved the Elijah-the bartender-over and was just about to ask him to bring him a glass of whiskey when he remembered that he had not drank in days and consuming alcohol would only worsen his hunger.

“Don’t worry about it.” He told Elijah, before facing Elizabeth, who was practically purring on her stool like a cat. “Elizabeth, you look lovely.”

Taking his compliment as an invitation, she slid off her stool and stood between his spread legs. If she could curl up on his lap, he was certain that she would.

“I’ve missed you so much.” She whispered to him, running her chest along his. “You haven’t been here in a long time. Nor have you sent for me.”

“I’ve been very busy, like I said.” He didn’t even know why he was explaining, but this was the second time she’d brought this up and he wanted to tell her why just so that she wouldn’t bring it up anymore. “Assuming my father’s roles turned out to be a lot harder than I’d thought it would be. It took me quite a while to master things.”

She stopped rubbing up against me immediately, pity filling her eyes. “I can imagine.” No, you can’t. “I heard what happened to your father and mother. I am very sorry. It must be so hard for you-”

Bran got up from the stool before she could finish. He didn’t know if it was the pity in her eyes that grated at him more or the fact that she’d brought up his parents death-it was probably both-but he suddenly wasn’t in the mood to talk anymore. Not that he’d been in the mood to talk before, but right now, all he wanted to top was fuck.

Release the pent up frustration he’d been feeling for so long.

“Wheres your room?”

She paused, obviously confused at the change of subject. It took her a while to find her bearings and realise that they were now talking about something else and when she realised that it was finally abut them having sex, her posture-and mood-changed.

She leaned away from him and a seductive smile played on her lips as she stared at him from under her lashes. “Come with me,” She said and drew away from him, walking through the crowd and only turning a few times to make sure that he was following.

As Bran walked through the bodies, he suddenly felt eyes on him. His muscles tensed and he grew alert. Subtly, he turned his head and watched the crowd, checking if he would see anyone watching him. There was no one.

Relaxing, he continued walking. When he reached the entrance to the hallway, he casually glanced around again. Nothing was out of the ordinary. He was just being paranoid.

He really needed to relax. And that was exactly why he was following Elizabeth up to her room.

Elizabeth was the owner of this bar and inn. The building had three floors. The ground floor served as the bar, while the two top floors served as rooms for travellers who wanted to pass the night-or men that were too drunk to find their way back home.

Elizabeth-along with a slew of other women Bran had lost contact with over the years-was his lover for as long as he could remember. He usually saw her when he visited Corey or sent for her when he didn’t have the liberty to travel. She was a demon, among one of the few that were born without horns. Her skills in bed and her easily submissive nature, had won her a top amongst Bran’s lovers.

Spending the night at her inn hadn’t been a conscious decision. Actually, he hadn’t planned on seeing her during his stay at Corey’s place. But then it had grown dark out and there was no way him and Maria would have made it to Corey’s place before the storm started.

When Elizabeth reached her room, she unlocked the door and threw him a look filled with heat over her shoulder, before stepping in.

Bran followed in after her and closed the door. He could hear the pitter patter of the rain on her window as it started. Turning to her, he watched her walk slowly towards him, every of her step, a practiced move to seduce him. She was slim and tall, had an hourglass figure that always had his cock standing due north. So why wasn’t the sight of her doing anything for him now?

Maybe she just needed to get naked.

He dropped down on the edge of her bed and dropped his hands on his thighs, levelling her with a look. “Undress.”

Her breaths shallowed. He knew that she loved it when he got commanding with her. She was the perfect submissive to his dominant.

Her hands flew to the zip on the side of her gown and she dragged it down slowly, her eyes dropping to the floor demurely. He had no patience for this.

“Faster,” He barked.

She jumped slightly and her breaths shallowed even more. He even caught a slight tremble in her body. She was enjoying this immensely. And he’d had more excitement discussing finance.

Out of nowhere, Maria’s face flashed into his head when she’d been begging him not to leave. Sad and angry and so fucking beautiful.

Elizabeth’s gown pooled to the floor around her and her alabaster skin was bared before him, dragging his eyes back to her and pulling him back to the present. Elizabeth’s skin was as white as milk, and he’d always loved the feel of them. When she drew towards him and placed her hand on his chest, he wanted to yank her hand away.

What was happening to him?

He allowed her climb onto his lap and place her hands on her face as she kissed around his chin, before brushing her lips against his. She’d barely made contact when he pushed her away so unexpectedly that she almost landed on the floor. He caught her at the last minute and dumped her on the bed beside him, rising.

“It’s not working for me.” He said without looking at her. “I think I’ll call it a night.”

She sputtered, her eyes darting around in confusion. “But we’ve not even started.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He really was. To her and to him, for wasting both their times. “I’m not in the mood. Probably the stress of the past few days.”

“Oh.” Elizabeth blinked, sitting up on the bed and dragging the sheets to cover herself with it. “Alright then.”

He turned and walked towards the door, the weight of his frustration and anger bearing down on his shoulders.

“Its because of her, isn’t it?”

Elizabeth’s voice stopped him and slowly, he turned to her. He didn’t have to ask to know who she was talking about.

Maria.

He’d suspected the same thing too, but he didn’t want to admit it to himself. It couldn’t be because of her. She didn’t have that much control over him. He was just tired and that was all.

“Of course not.” He killed her suspicions. It was crazy for her to even think that. Then just to make her feel better, he said, “I plan on staying a while. I’ll send for you.”

She nodded, the sheets pressed to her chest. “Anytime, Your Majesty.”

Bran walked out the door and headed for his room, mentally preparing himself to face the seductive sorceress once again.