Free Captured (Vampire King Book 2) by Kenya Wright Page B

Samuel was teasing with his fingers.
    Why is he still up there? I was mortified that Ian was
watching us.
    Samuel’s
mouth enclosed around my clitoris, enveloping the swollen bud in warmth and
moistness. It felt so good. It took everything inside me to focus on getting
Ian off the ceiling and out of the room. Samuel lapped at me. Yes. I whimpered and shook my head,
trying to gesture for Ian to leave, but he stayed there, hanging from the
ceiling and watching me as I ground into Samuel’s delicious mouth, unable to
fight off the orgasm that begged to break through the surface.
    Come for me, my queen. Samuel’s voice seeped into my
mind, taking my attention away from Ian on the ceiling. My whole focus shot to
Samuel’s sucking, his magical hands, and his seductive voice.
    Who am I to you? he asked.
    “My
king!” I shrieked.
    The
orgasm ripped my senses apart. It blinded and deafened me to my surroundings. I
rocked into Samuel’s mouth, closing my eyes and tightening my grip on his
horns. He thrust three fingers into me. I came again, spasming on blissful
waves.
    “I
can’t…take…anymore.” I trembled uncontrollably against him as his fingers
disappeared. I opened my eyes. Ian remained there, gazing down as Samuel kissed
my thighs.
    Damn you, Ian. Leave! Are you
trying to get killed?
    Ian’s
eyes met mine and then in a flash, he crept away with no sound, disappearing
into the ceiling’s shadows.
    Can he hear my thoughts?
    “Blood
drops or not,” Samuel’s face rose as his gaze pierced mine, “I won’t share you
with him or any other.”
    “I
don’t want another lover. He’ll only protect me in the sewers.”
    “And
what was he protecting you from just now?” Samuel gestured to the ceiling. “Did
he think I was going to kill you with my tongue?”
    I
froze under him as he climbed up to me until his head leveled with mine.
    “I
don’t know why he watched.”
    “I
do.” Samuel entered me, his cock solid and thick. “And like I said before, I
won’t share you.”
    He
drove into me hard, slipping into my slick, wet tunnel with ease. “Who are you
to me?”
    My
blood stirred in my veins from me just hearing the question. “Your queen.”

 
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    Samuel,
Ty, Victoria, and I rode inside a newly polished silver wagon. A human servant
sat in the front and guided the horses toward Octavia’s party. Thick black
curtains draped the windows. Samuel told me vampires used them for protection
from the sun during daylight travel. I slid the curtains to the side and
pressed my cheek against the window’s cool glass. My nerves were jittery since
I was so close to the castle, but still, I couldn’t help but gasp in
fascination at the view of Capitol City.
    It
was a windy night full of nature’s greatest dance—indigo clouds swished by
glittering stars, the trees’ branches packed with jade leaves swayed back in
forth in a trance, and throughout the show the two moons, now shaped like
shimmering white Cs, lounged in the sky as spectators. We rode by a massive
gate and a huge white sign with black letters that read, Noble Estates .
    “Have
you ever seen this part of the city?” Samuel whispered in my ear.
    “No.
This is one of the domina-restricted areas.”
    “Well
then, welcome to the land of vampires with upper-crust bloodlines and way more
money than sense.” Samuel did a dramatic twirl with his hand. “Try not to vomit
from their greatness.”
    Victoria
sniffed Samuel’s way. “Is that envy I smell?”
    “No.
It’s the rotting souls of the heartless rich.” Samuel placed his ivory mask
back on his face. It only covered his forehead, nose, and the area around his
eyes.
    His
horns remained erect and pushed through his black-and-blond hair. He hadn’t
figured out how to draw them back in. I assumed the horns appeared due to his
rage and so I tried to calm him. Therefore, the day was filled with several
failed plans—candlelit meditation, a warm bath, a cup of hot