Luna thought she would die on the spot by touching the Vampire King, but it didn’t happen.

She had no idea why but her panic slowly disappeared with this new revelation.

She took a deep breath as the hold on her throat relaxed.

Goddess, she didn’t expect that it would feel like this to have a strange male’s body press into her, overwhelming her with the sexual promise in his aura and the destructive power he could wield if he decided to squeeze her neck again or, worse, snap her body in half like a twig.

‘What is your name, Concubine?” the Vampire King said softly.

He slowly undulated his hips when she didn’t respond, making his massive erection move in circles as it pressed against her lower stomach.

Luna shut her eyes and tried not to wonder what it would feel like to have him inside of her while he did that.

The Vampire King’s head drew nearer, and his lips brushed the side of her neck as light as a butterfly’s wing.

Her lips parted from the warm sensation.  “What is your name?”

His nose nuzzled her, and she hunched her shoulders when she felt a soft, moist stroke. 

Luna shivered.

Goddess, it was his tongue licking up and down her throat.

“I demand you to tell me your name as the Vampire King,” he murmured. “But take your time. We can do this all night if you want.”

The Vampire King’s hips left hers. Then his thigh pushed up her legs, parting them, and brushed against her core.

The hand from the base of her neck lowered in a sweet caress as it halted between her breasts. “Your heart is beating fast, concubine.”

“Th-that’s because you are touching me as you own me.”

“You are also doing the same. Your hands—“

The Vampire King was right.

Her nails dug into his biceps,  gripping him and pulling him closer.

She immediately released him as if she had been burned by the warmth of his skin.

The Vampire King took offense.

He frowned.  “You can put your hands on me. You have my permission, concubine.”

Luna swallowed hard.

Goddess, she should not even consider doing this, whatever this was.

She was the High Priestess.

She took a vow of virginity.

She was in trouble.

Luna tried to get loose and wasn’t surprised how quickly he manipulated her jerky movements.

“You are mine,” the Vampire King said. “Do not resist me.”

Luna turned her head, making it known that she abhorred being in this position, but the hand between her breasts crept up her throat. He grabbed her chin as his mismatched eyes bored into hers.

“You are beautiful, My Concubine.” He whispered. “Stay with me tonight?”

The Vampire King twined one hand in her hair and brought it upwards to take her lips within the heady wine–scented breath of his own, and the stiffness in her body returned. Luna shouldn’t allow herself to be seduced by the Vampire King himself.

She shoved hard against him, not being able to move him one inch.

The flute reached a shrill note.

The beating of the drums thundered into a crescendo before it crashed into silence, allowing Fei’s accusations to resonate through the room. “Why, my Beloved King!” His elderly voice rang like a bell as he bellowed, “That Consort has taken her vows, and you shan’t be allowed to kiss the New High Priestess.”

Catriona’s voice cut through the hall. “She’s the new Daughter of Hecate, my King! How would the Blood Beast react to her magic?”

Language she couldn’t understand rushed out of Fei’s and the Vampire King’s lips which made her brows furrowed in confusion.

However, his brilliant gaze was still fixed on her as his thumb gently stroked along her jawline.

He was lazy and affectionate when it came to her, but his tone became harsh and hostile when it came to Fei.

His words felt as powerful as his body.

Another sharp torrent of words came back from him.

This time–it was less combative after Fei had reasoned with him some more.

Abruptly, the Vampire King let her go and stepped back while she dealt with the abrupt absence of his warm body over her. 

It was shocking to realize why she even longed for him in the first place.

“I apologize, High Priestess, for causing a scene.” The Vampire King brushed her cheek with the back of his hand for the last time and then turned away from her as if nothing had happened between them. “It will not happen again.”