Page 8 of The Vampire’s Mercy (Blood Melody #1)

CHAPTER SIX

PARIS

The bathroom door opened, music pouring in. I lifted my head a little to see black boots dotted with metal studs and legs wrapped in black leather.

Vampire, my senses whispered.

Yeah, no shit.

“What are you doing down there?” A deep, sensual voice asked. The hum of the baritone slid over me, intense enough to set my skin on fire.

“Whoa,” I breathed, dick throbbing as I squirmed against the sexy tone.

Dammit! I couldn’t be rolling around on the polished black floor like this.

I need to cum…

Get that out of your head!

The chrysanthemums offered me a dose of energy, triggering my natural pushback. It just needed that extra push to resist the seductive energy of the vampire king.

Definitely him over there.

Again, no shit.

“Thanks, sweeties,” I whispered, rolling to the side, pushing myself to my knees.

“Who are you talking to?”

My inner defenses slapped the allure of the voice away, bolstered by the flowers.

Rather than answer, I stood up, finally looking his way.

My breath caught in my throat.

He was most striking man I’d ever clapped eyes on.

A pale beige complexion glistened under the bathroom lights, his face perfectly chiseled, those cheekbones sharp enough to cut diamonds.

Scarlet eyes shone like rubies. Silky, tousled hair the color of a raven’s wing fell seductively across those orbs, as if deliberately styled to deliver as much sex appeal as possible.

And those lips. My, my, my! Plump, luscious, built for kissing.

He wore black leather trousers, and a red leather jacket with nothing beneath it, showing hints of a muscular chest and a tight six-pack.

I rubbed my eyes, mentally warning myself not to drool.

King Silvanus cocked his head, folding his muscular arms. “Are you feeling unwell?”

His scrutiny tore into me, every hair standing to attention. He disgusted me while stirring my lust just by being there.

I fortified myself against him, layering on my game face, using the flower power to help keep me steady.

You won’t get the better of me, prick.

“I’m sweetcream,” I said without thinking.

Dammit. I didn’t want to be myself here, not even in speech.

“You’re what?” he asked, the question super seductive.

“Fine,” I rasped. “I’m fine.”

Get it together.

I shook my hands, rolling my neck, trying to build up more resistance by thinking unsexy thoughts—like sticking a knitting needle in my dick.

Okay, maybe too far.

“I’m fine, Your Majesty.” I bowed to him. “I didn’t mean to meet you in here, like this.”

His eyes were molten rubies, animated color swirling around his pupils, trapping me in a seductive glare.

I continued to resist, pouring everything into curbing my lingering stiffy.

Stupid penis.

“Is that so?” the king responded.

I nodded, giving him a smile.

“Tell me your name,” he said.

Your willing hole, I almost said out loud.

Damn his energy. It really put me through my paces.

I rolled my shoulders and hopped from foot to foot. “Drew. My name’s Drew.”

Those red eyes continued to drill into me. “A pleasure to meet you, Drew.”

Ugh. Did he have to say my fake name with such a husky tone?

I swallowed, tugging on the collar of my crop top. “And you, Your Majesty.”

His eyes didn’t move from mine. Not once. No roaming down my body, no taking in every inch of me. Well, at least from my point of view. Instead, he seemed to be prying, using my eyes as windows into my truth.

Shit.

Silvanus took a step forward. “Why are you here, Drew?”

Why is your voice such an oral wet dream?

“To gift my blood,” I squeaked in answer.

“But why?”

I felt my forehead crease. “Why what, Your Majesty?”

He didn’t answer, waiting for me to speak.

Those eyes are too much… “Because I’ve never gifted blood before, and I wanted to try it.”

The king barely moved. “For fun?”

“Yeah.”

“For pleasure?” His expression was unreadable.

I swallowed a nervous lump. “Yeah.”

“I see. Just like most mortals.”

“Yeah.”

He took another step forward, his hands dropping to his sides.

He was taller than me. I’d put him at about six three to my six feet.

“Were you hoping to meet me?” he probed.

The purring tone along with the fresh wave of lust got my knees buckling as it careened through my defenses. I collapsed, but he caught me. On me within a millisecond, pulling me upright before my knees cracked against marble.

Faster than regular vamps by a lot.

Shit.

I sucked in air, his fresh, citrusy scent overwhelming me.

Oh, shit.

His grip was firm yet gentle, his face too close to mine.

So temptingly close, those lips inches away, my body primed and ready for him.

I needed him to tear these clothes off and fuck me immediately.

Just fuck me beyond time and space. Tear me apart, put me back together, then do it all over again.

No. No. No. No.

Fucking no!

But my defenses were like a pile of paper in the wind. He’d got to me, rendering me useless.

“Drew?” he said, every cell in my body sparking with desire.

My limbs went soft and I went limp, my face colliding with his chest.

Oh, no. Oh, no. I’d become an insect lured into a trap like a fly to a blue snap flower. Totally screwed, no way out.

Something snapped inside me. A burst of realization, a mighty slap of reason. I was built to resist this shit, no matter how powerful.

What the hell is wrong with you? Those words thundered inside me, forcing me off the king.

I stepped back, standing straighter, breaking the surface of his seductive lake.

He raked a hand through his hair, still not breaking eye contact, his emotionless expression still in place.

I got back to myself, assessing the bathroom properly. Two windows, the kind you slid up and down. One open, cool air blowing in, the other closed. Seeing as the king blocked the door, the window would have to do.

Don’t play your hand yet.

I smiled, mentally brushing myself down. “Shall we go somewhere less bathroomy?”

“Is that a real word?”

I giggled, rubbing my neck with false shyness, laying it on thickly. “Now it is.” More giggles. “I’m so embarrassed I met you this way.”

No response from him, only more staring. My left eye twitched, my toes curling in my shoes.

Can you stop looking at me like that?

A knock sounded on the door.

Damn. I’d blown it. I’d made a bad first impression and he didn’t want an elf who rolled around on bathroom floors.

Whatever. I’d come up with a plan B. I wouldn’t let him slip through my fingers. If this didn’t end tonight, then when?

Silvanus turned his head slightly, finally tearing his gaze off me. “Yes?”

“Is everything well, Your Majesty?” Layla asked on the other side.

“Open the door.”

The door opened, the vampire joining us, awaiting orders as she glanced between us.

“Is the room prepared?” the king said, authority vibrating in his tone.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Would you like me to escort you there?”

Those royal ruby orbs returned to me. “No. But make sure we are not disturbed.”

By Aidan. By his holy name. This was working. He did want me, and he’d take me up to his room for what he believed to be sexy time.

Man, I could practically taste the new world. And it’d be better than any caramel shortbread.

The other vampire bowed and left the bathroom, leaving the door open.

Music pounded, the king stared.

Oh, the fanged and silent type was he?

After about thirty seconds, I tried breaking this weird stalemate. “Shall we go, Your Majesty?”

He folded his arms across his chest. “For you to give me your blood.”

“Yeah. My blood. Don’t you want my blood?” My turn to speak with a purr, sliding a hand across my belly. I teased the band of my underwear. “And maybe something else?”

He didn’t look down. “The blood of a beautiful elf.”

I dipped my head, looking up at him through my lashes. “I’m beautiful?”

The sooner I got to be violent, the better.

“Incredibly so,” he answered.

More staring and silence followed.

“Shall we—”

He kicked the door shut behind him with a terrific bang.

Uh-oh.

The vampire king’s lips spread into a wicked smile, his eyes flaring brighter than before.

“Your—”

He surged forward at breakneck speed, catching me in a whirlwind of action. Glass shattered, wind whistling in my ears, a blur of color and light speeding past me.

What the hell? The king had me!

Were we flying?

We moved so fast I couldn’t react, totally overwhelmed. What direction were we headed in? Up? Down? To the side? All I knew was he held me close, my senses drowning in his scent, me pressed against his warm body. At his mercy, seconds away from death.

Weren’t vampire bodies usually cold?

I went to summon my stakeblade, but he stopped moving with such a jolting force, my brains rattled in my skull. My vision swam in dizziness, my heart racing.

“What—”

The vampire king spun me to face a rooftop, holding my sides with an iron grip.

The flat roof seemed to be listing side to side in my dizzy spell, twinkling city lights around us, the moon full and bright. The details melded together, triggering a spell of nausea.

Ugh.

We’d moved so fast, my body didn’t know what to do, feeling kind of drunk.

“What’s going on?” I managed to get out, willing myself to be steady.

Nearby trees helped chase the nausea away, the world stabilizing.

Breath on my right ear, a tickling breeze of warmth. He didn’t speak. Didn’t have to.

He’d seen through my bullshit, flying me out the bathroom window and bringing me up here. I’d been shielded from the glass, apparently, since there were no cuts visible on me.

His breath tickled my ear again.

I shuddered, a wave of terror passing over me. Nothing sexual this time. Full-on bladder loosening shit, every instinct to flee screaming in my head. Fear crawled over my skin like an army of bugs. I did my best to resist, refusing to let him best me.

I’ll fuck you up.