Thrall of the Vampire King (Blood Fire Saga Book 4), Bella Klaus [free e reader .TXT] 📗

all-encompassing euphoria that assured me that we would never be apart.

When the sensations rose from my throat chakra into my third eye, I thought I could feel the love radiating from Valentine’s soul. Before I could process what that meant, sparks of pleasure detonated along my nerve endings, and the muscles of my core rippled.

I convulsed around his girth, crying out my release.

Valentine’s rumbles echoed across the cupboard, and his hips sped up, riding out my orgasm. With a roar, he shuddered, filling me with warm fluid.

My own orgasm continued until it wrung out every ounce of energy and I slumped onto his shoulders, well and truly exhausted. If I was going to die, they had better strike now because I’d never felt more sated.

As my breath slowed, Valentine laid me on the floor, pulled my cloak closed and tightened its fastenings. He pressed a kiss on my lips and turned to smoke.

“What?” I slurred. Why wasn’t he carrying me through the night, spiriting me away to a hideout, or dumping me into the fiery claws of his master?

My eyes fluttered shut, and fatigue took over my senses. Maybe I could work out what happened after a nap.

“My, my, Miss Griffin,” drawled a familiar voice that grated on my nerves. “May I say you look thoroughly unsatisfied? If you’d like to open your cloak, perhaps I could finish the job King Valentine failed to complete?”

The last vestiges of sleepy euphoria evaporated into hellfire, and my heart leapfrogged into my throat. I bolted upright and opened my eyes to stare up into the crotch of a naked stranger.

I skittered several paces back, bumped into the door, and gaped up at the newcomer. He took the shape of a man in his prime—late twenties, early thirties—with mahogany hair swept back from a face too handsome to belong to a demon. How did I know his hair was brown? Because the wings sprouting from his back were black. Blacker than onyx or jet or obsidian, blacker than the midnight sky.

Power radiated from his powerful frame, a dizzying mix of crackling electricity and brimstone that made every fine hair on my body stand on end. I glanced around the cupboard, trying to look at anything but this naked, black-winged angel.

“You’re not Hades,” I said, my voice breathy with shock.

He crouched down, removing that organ from my line of sight, and stared at me with furrowed brows. “What makes you think I’m not me?” He glanced from one shoulder to the other. “All five limbs are correct and present.”

Heat rose to my cheeks. “Can you fashion an outfit out of shadows or something?”

The corners of his lips twitched into a smile. “If you find my nudity bothersome, you could always lend me your cloak.”

With an outraged squawk, I raised its hood over my head and pointed a flaming finger between his pecs. “Stay back.”

He lurched forward with a wide grin. “Your power—”

“If you don’t want me to burn off your balls, you’ll back off.”

“I thought you wanted me to help you escape,” he said with a frown.

“Hades, not you.” I glanced over my shoulder, looking for the real Demon King. “Or are you wearing a glamor?”

He patted his face and ran his hands over his dark hair. “Did my resurrection go wrong? Do I look hideous?” he said, his voice rising with faux panic. “Tell me straight—I can take the bad news.”

My lips pressed together in a straight line, and I fixed my gaze on one of his wings. How could this happen? When Father Jude emerged from the ashes, he was younger, but that was because he started off elderly and worn out. But demons were supposed to be ageless. I hadn’t expected Hades to change so drastically.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway. I scrambled to my feet, just as the cupboard filled with red light and froze every muscle in my body.

The door flew open, and a quartet of enforcers crowded the doorway. “Found one, Captain.”

My breath stilled. I tried to push against the enchantment, but it held me in place.

One of the enforcers at the doorway stepped back to allow their boss to enter. She was a tall woman with black hair, equally dark eyes, and angular features. It was Captain Zella, the one who had arrested me the day Valentine had died.

“Mera Griffin, by the power vested in me by the Supernatural Council, I hereby return you to Logris for a summary execution.”

A whimper reverberated in the back of my throat. I rotated my eyes to the side to cast Hades a pleading look, but the wretched Demon King had vanished.

END OF BOOK FOUR

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