Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 99529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
I almost hadn’t wanted to end the moment, but the Ground Mover became tired, and the sun was peeking in the sky.
Now it is time for my queen.
As I guided Camille up the stairs, she swayed and then chuckled. I tightened my grip on her hand. “Careful, Queen.”
“Don’t worry. I am alright.”
Ian swaggered a little, yet remained behind Camille, probably ready to catch her if necessary.
I couldn’t help but grin at the sight of them.
We had all needed this night of revelry—a break from the trials and tribulations of our horrid journey.
When I reached the door to our room, I fumbled with the key, but finally managed to unlock the door.
We stumbled inside.
The air was thick with the scent of roses and a hint of something earthy, like the freshly turned soil of a mystical forest.
Soon, I collapsed onto the cushioned floor.
Someone had brought tons of fur blankets and satin pillows into the room. The bedding felt like clouds beneath my body.
Ian shut the door and then helped Camille onto the bed.
“I shouldn’t have had that second glass.” Camille snuggled up next to me and rested her head on my chest.
I chuckled and wrapped my arm around her, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
Ian sat down on the other side of Camille, his eyes heavy-lidded and content. “Apparently, Ground Mover’s true magic lies within those elixirs. Tasty, yet highly intoxicating.”
My mind swirled with the enchanting images and captivating stories that Ground Mover had shared with us.
I gazed up at the ceiling. “The world that Ground Mover described—a world before the Quiet King. . .it sounded amazing.”
Ian spoke, “And we will return this world to that.”
Camille nodded. “We will.”
We could.
I felt a sense of contentment and joy that I had never experienced before.
“Mmm.” Camille brushed her fingers along my neck. “You’re so warm.”
The heat rose in the room—a warmth that was both comforting and arousing all at once.
I looked at Camille, and her eyes were blazing with desire and anticipation. Spell-binding energy crackled in the air.
Then, her blood began to sing a haunting melody, and her heart beat in a slow, lulling pulse.
Yes, queen.
I moved my head closer to hers, and our lips met in a passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternity.
When I pulled back, I put my view on Ian.
His fangs were out, and his eyes glowed with animalistic need.
Let us see if we can make my queen cum. . .without my wanting to kill you.
Surely, this was uncharted territory, and that scared me. But, her blood told me to see if this could work.
Meanwhile, we three had been through so much together. Deep in my soul, I knew that Ian would always be a part of our lives.
Smart and respectful, Ian remained calm as he waited for my signal.
It will be fine.
Slowly, I nodded.
Ian crept toward Camille and nestled close to her.
Together, we sandwiched my queen between us, forcing her body to mold against mine.
A deep groan left me.
Raw, erotic sensations coursed through me, unlike anything I had ever experienced with Camille before.
What is this special magic?
Every nerve ending in my body sparked to life.
She widened her eyes.
Does she feel the difference too?
Next, her blood’s melody shifted to an adrenaline-fueled symphony. The beat of her heart was now a thunderous crescendo that reverberated through her veins, making her every fiber sing.
Like I’d learned before, Camille’s blood song differed from the one that I’d been acquainted with since I first pierced her skin long ago. The harmony strummed unusual notes. Some climbed high and rung my ears.
There in that silent, warm room, Camille’s blood sang for Ian and me. My fangs burst out, unable to contain themselves. My cock went rock hard.
Camille gazed up at me with lust-soaked eyes. “Xander. . .”
“Yes, my queen.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” My body hummed with a potent energy that was almost too much to contain. “Enjoy yourself.”
Behind her, Ian slipped his hands over the curve of her hips.
Camille’s breathing picked up, and her blood’s song further rose in the air with a tune of love and sensuality, passion and desire.
My voice went husky and low. “Can you hear that, Ian?”
The melody vibrated within her body, purring in her veins and teasing for my fangs.
“Yes.” Ian inhaled the curve of her neck. “It is a captivating song.”
Tonight her blood sang and all I longed for was to feel the warm liquid on my tongue, her hot flesh under my fingers, and her wet arousal dripping down on me.
I didn’t care how, where, or why. I just wanted it now.
“Xander. . .” Camille parted her lips. “Are you sure you will not kill Ian if he touches me, kisses me. . .”
“You desire Ian.” I tasted the words on my tongue and didn’t feel any disgust. “I want you to have him just because it will make you happy.”