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“Be one with me.” I let the mortal become immortal, her soul joining to the Heart of All. “Welcome.”

Three more new ones came to me as I reached the top of the stairs. I welcomed them, stepping into an orgy of blood swapping and sex.

But over there, behind that door, the elf shone.

“Majesty?” a guard spoke into my left ear.

“Wait here,” I commanded.

I’m coming for you.

Right now.

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?”