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“I ’m proud of you, mate .” He glided a hand over the ombre, pixie style of his mate's hair, brushing back the damp strands from her face.

Michaela and her Prime, Juli, had worked as a team against Kenia and Amdis in a one-on-one combat match that followed the evening meal.

It had been two weeks, or a little over a week, since the council meeting.

All the leaders, and the senior Prime, were working long hours to ensure that Michaela and the new Prime were also trained for the battle to come.

Everyone in the territories had a specific part to play.

These were some preliminary details they sorted out during the last preternatural council meeting.

There were a little under two weeks remaining before the set deadline to return Michaela and Avalore to the scientists, for the Great Spirit only knew what plans the insane medical staff still had for the two women.

Hell, or if the human government had tricked more women into volunteering for the greater good.

Amaros wondered why the North American human government couldn't have been like other continents. Aodh had informed them that when he spoke with the Crane-shifter leader over the new Asian continent, they’d been able to negotiate an altered agreement that gave the humans more space for their growing population and set forth a screening system that would help the shifters find mates.

There had been some covert things happening on the other side of the Great Heaths, but nothing like what Amaros and the others were dealing with—no fucking mutant army.

Because that’s what the preternatural council had determined the human government was devising.

The cunning movement of Michaela's hand on him pulled him back to what was important: his mate.

He continued, “You have come a long way. Your fighting tactics and speed have advanced swiftly. Even if you could not beat Kenia, you caught her off guard a few times.”

Her gaze rose to his face with exquisite, crimson ringlets circling her eyes. Thank you. I’ve had a very attentive instructor, Sire.

Amaros growled. His mate loved to tease him with his title. They both knew when she said it, she was inciting the Prince of Darkness to come out and play.

However, they both knew his dark lust for her was never far below the surface.

“Enough,” he groaned as a frisson of heat spiraled up from his cock and into his core with each pull of her mouth. He buried his fingers in her hair, gathering the straight locks in his fist, not to pull her mouth off him, but needing something to hold on to as he reveled in the hot pleasure.

Obeying him, Michaela stopped. Instead, she forced in a few droplets of her venom.

He hissed. The sting of the serum that could be deadly to humans was like an aphrodisiac to a Vampire, heightening their arousal.

“Fuck, little angel.” He thrust his hips toward her avaricious mouth—the things his mate had learned to do with her mouth.

You’re the one who told me I needed to feed after an intense battle, mate. Michaela released a moanish-giggle that sent vibrations through his dick even as she continued to work him with her soft, deft hands.

The deep water around her hips rippled, proof that her seduction of him was having the same effect on her. If not for the waist-high water she kneeled in, the room would be filled with her musk's piquant, sweet scent.

He couldn’t wait to slide into her wetness.

She palmed his balls with one hand, her fingers delicately manipulating his balls and purposely brushing against the sensitive skin directly behind his sac.

While her other hand stroked the top half of his shaft above her hungry mouth.

Her teasing hand, pumped up and down, pausing frequently to rotate around his cock’s crown smearing the precum, allowing it to assist her glide.

The tip of her agile tongue swirled around between the punctures, teasing him briefly before she laved the wounds that were almost closed on their own.

He was an old Vampire. His healing was almost instantaneous. But he would never deny himself the feel of his mate's tongue on him.

“Yes, I did. I like how your mind works.” He released her hair, then lowered his hand to her mouth, brushing his thumb over her pouty lips, flushed and full from her wicked actions.

“I have more ideas, mate.” She wrapped both her hands around his length, leaned forward, prepared to take him in her mouth and suck him off.

He cupped her chin and pulled out of her grasp. “Ah, as much as I’d enjoy spending hours down your throat, little angel, it will have to wait until later. I need to check Marceline’s mate's progress. Besides, I don’t want this bathwater to cool any further, and I want inside of you.”

“As you wish.” She scooted back and let him into the big tub with her.

A shiver ran along his skin when he stepped over the side and felt the gloriously hot water. He sat down and leaned back. “Come here and ride me.”

Not waiting for her to move, he reached forward and grabbed her hips, then hauled his mate forward.

Their lips collided, and they consumed each other in a hungry kiss.

Don’t deny me, love.

Never . She parted her legs, spreading her knees wide at his sides. Michaela notched him at her center and sank on him.

When she gasped, he swallowed it.

She rocked her hips, sliding him deeper and deeper.

He dug his fingers deep into the supple flesh of her ass, holding her as she rode hard on his dick, her tight, slick walls squeezing him.

Amaros groaned and she sucked his tongue as it thrust in and out of her mouth.

Over and over, he felt the bounce of her small breasts against his chest. Unable to resist them, he slipped one hand up her side and palmed a soft swell. He grasped one large, taut tip between his fingers and pinched.

Michaela’s ass squirmed, and her pace was interrupted for a moment, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she kissed him deeper and rode him harder, her pussy hotter, wetter.

Fuck, love, I can’t get enough of you.

Amaros, I need you. Need more.

Shit. He wished he would have rethought the bath and opted to lay her out on the bed and fucked her.

Their loving was quick and hard, more resemblance to fucking then anything tender. And he loved that she could take him and enjoy his dark side.

I love to hear you beg . Palming her ass with both hands again he held her snug, as he maneuvered until he’d risen on his knees.

The water sloshed and poured down their bodies to splash back in the bath below.

He tore his mouth away and stared into the beautiful Arabian sands of her eyes, his heart swelling.

“Hold on,” he commanded.

Michaela wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Gripping her backside, he raised and lowered her body, slamming her down on his cock as he pistoned his hips. His movements were preternatural, powerful, and fast—but his Vampire Princess could take it. Take all he had to give.

“Oh, yes... Don’t stop,” she cried, burying her face in his neck.

He felt the scrape of her fangs. That made his lower. They were in the perfect position for mutual satisfaction.

As soon as he felt the piercing of her teeth into him, he opened his mouth and sank his fangs right into the pulsing artery at her neck.

Shit, she tasted like heaven. Amaros knew he’d never tire of the spicy, chocolate-cherry elixir of her blood. He drank deeply and liberally even as he felt the strong pull of her mouth on him. There was an exchange of blood for blood while he thrust over and over again.

When her pussy clamped down on his dick, making him drive harder to push deep inside of her, he growled, loving how her body tried to hold onto him as she came.

She quivered in his arms, shattered by her orgasm.

He was only seconds behind.

He settled in, pushing their hips together as he erupted inside her.

They were both panting when they crashed into the warm water and finally stopped drinking.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Their hearts beat in time as they waited out the hedonistic haze.

Once they had regained their senses, Michaela sat up in his lap. “I do love my good girl rewards after training.”

He chuckled as he swiped his thumb over her blood-speckled lips. “You are a very good girl. I’ll reward you more later.”

His dick was still buried inside of her, and he felt the flexing of her walls at his words. He licked the blood from his finger as he smacked her ass with the other hand. “Later. Now, we need to get washed and down to the cellars.”

When she started to get up, he held her, only letting her move as far as his thighs.

Grabbing the soap, he lathered his mate's pert breasts first, then her stomach. He loved seeing and feeling the firmness and the slight swell. As a Vampire, she would only carry for about six months; with triplets, it could be five. He couldn’t wait to see her fully blossomed in her pregnancy.

This woman was his world.

They quickly washed each other before getting out and rinsed until the water was blazing hot in the shower.

In less than an hour, they were dressed: he in navy slacks and a vest with a black shirt, while Michaela was in a flowing, sky-blue dress with large, black flowers. The dress had a sweetheart collar and fell to her knees.

After he met with his Vice, he would take his mate for a walk through the gardens.

“Let’s go.” He headed toward the door.

Michaela hesitated. “With Marceline’s man still being contained, do you think it is alright for me to go along?”

It had been two weeks since Marceline brought the deformed, near-death man to the mansion. As Armaros had ordered, his Vice made a room for him in the cellar. Amaros knew the first week had been tough and good. He’d kept in constant communication with Marceline.

His Vice had almost given up hope and had discussed with Amaros a grieving time if she had to kill him as promised. The male finally began to show significant healing of his distorted genetics. It had been a week now since he’d awakened, in rabid bloodlust, but growing stronger.