Sunlight filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the east wing suite, casting soft golden stripes across the black silk sheets. Selene stirred slowly, her body heavy with the kind of deep, bone-melting exhaustion that only came from being thoroughly fucked. Every muscle ached in the best way possible. The tender soreness between her thighs pulsed with every shift of her legs, a vivid reminder of how Viktor had stretched her, filled her, and claimed her again and again until she had lost count of her orgasms.
She was naked, curled against a hard, cool chest. Viktor's arm lay possessively across her waist, fingers splayed over her hip as if even in sleep he refused to let her go. His dark hair was tousled, lips slightly parted to reveal the faintest hint of elongated fangs. In the daylight he looked almost human—devastatingly handsome, billionaire perfection wrapped in pale marble skin. But Selene knew better now. He was ancient. Dangerous. A king who had hunted her across the city and dragged her back to his lair.
Her pussy clenched involuntarily at the memory of his fangs sinking into her neck while his thick cock drove deep inside her. The bite hadn't hurt the way she expected. It had turned pain into liquid ecstasy, syncing perfectly with every powerful thrust until she screamed his name and came harder than she ever thought possible. Even now, dried traces of his release and her own slickness coated her inner thighs.
Selene tried to slip out from under his arm. She needed space. Needed to think. Last night she had been terrified, running for her life. This morning she was lying in the bed of a vampire who called her his mate, her virginity long gone and her body already craving more.
The moment she moved, Viktor's eyes snapped open—black and fathomless, with that faint crimson glow at the edges. His arm tightened, pulling her back against him.
"Going somewhere, little one?" His voice was rough with sleep and dark amusement, the low timbre vibrating straight to her core.
"I… I need to use the bathroom," she lied weakly.
He chuckled, the sound rich and sinful. "Liar. You were thinking of running again." He rolled them so she was pinned beneath him, his heavy cock already hard and nestled against her slick folds. "Your heart is racing. Your cunt is wet. Your body knows exactly where it belongs."
Selene whimpered as he rocked his hips, dragging the thick head of his cock through her wetness, teasing her swollen clit. "Viktor… we need to talk. I don't even know what you are. Not really."
"You know enough." He lowered his head, lips brushing her throat where the bite mark had already faded to a faint silver crescent. "I am Viktor Draven. Billionaire owner of Draven Global—tech empires, shadow investments, half the luxury real estate in Eastern Europe. By night, I am the undisputed king of the Carpathian vampire clans. I have ruled for over nine hundred years. And last night, your pure virgin blood woke something in me that has been dormant for centuries. The mate bond."
He thrust forward slowly, just the head of his cock slipping inside her. Selene gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. He was so thick, stretching her sore walls with exquisite pressure.
"The bond means you are mine, Selene," he continued, sinking another inch deeper. "Your blood calls to me. Your body was made to take me. Your soul is linked to mine. Running will only make the pull stronger—and the punishment sweeter when I catch you."
He bottomed out with a low groan, buried to the hilt in her tight heat. Selene's back arched, a broken moan escaping her lips. He didn't move yet, just held himself deep, letting her feel every throbbing inch.
"I was supposed to marry someone else," she whispered, voice trembling with both pleasure and lingering pain from the betrayal. "He cheated on me with my best friend. That's why I went to the club. That's why I let you—"
Viktor's eyes flashed with possessive fury. "Marcus and Chloe no longer exist in your world. Darius took care of them last night. They will never touch your life again."
Selene's eyes widened. "What did you do?"
"Nothing you need to worry about." He began to move—long, slow strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. "They betrayed you. I protect what is mine. Now stop thinking about them and feel me."
His pace gradually increased, hips snapping with controlled power. The wet sounds of his cock plunging into her soaked pussy filled the room. Selene's breasts bounced with every thrust, and Viktor leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while he fucked her deeper.
"Oh God—Viktor—" She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him impossibly closer.
He released her nipple with a wet pop and kissed her fiercely, tongue stroking deep in time with his cock. "Come for me, mate. Let me feel this perfect cunt milk me again."
The command sent her spiraling. Selene cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, walls clenching rhythmically around his thick length, juices coating his shaft and dripping down to the silk sheets. Viktor growled against her mouth, pace turning brutal as he chased his own release.
With a final, savage thrust he buried himself deep and came, flooding her with cool, thick pulses of his seed. He stayed inside her, grinding slow circles to draw out every aftershock, kissing her lazily as she trembled beneath him.
Only when she was limp and panting did he pull out gently, rolling them so she lay sprawled across his chest.
"You can't keep me here forever," Selene murmured, even as her fingers traced the hard lines of his abs.
"I can and I will." Viktor stroked her hair, voice softening just a fraction. "But I'm not a monster who wants a prisoner. I want a queen. Stay with me. Let me show you my world—wealth beyond imagination, pleasures you've never dreamed of, and a love that will last centuries. In return, I will protect you, worship you, and fuck you every night until you forget what it means to be alone."
Selene closed her eyes, torn between the safe, ordinary life she had planned and the dark, intoxicating eternity he offered. Her body had already chosen. Her heart was starting to follow.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
Darius Vale's voice carried through. "My king, the council is waiting downstairs. There are rumors of rival clans testing the borders. And… the human authorities are asking questions about Marcus and Chloe."
Viktor sighed, pressing a kiss to Selene's forehead. "Duty calls. Stay in the suite. Rest. Bathe. There are clothes in the wardrobe—everything in your size. I'll be back before sunset."
He rose, magnificent and naked, pulling on a black robe before leaving the room.
Selene lay in the massive bed, body still humming, mind racing. She was no longer a virgin. No longer engaged. No longer running.
She was in the home of a billionaire vampire king who had claimed her as his mate.
And despite everything, a dangerous part of her wanted to stay.
She slipped out of bed and walked to the window, pulling back the curtain just enough to look out over the vast estate gardens. Somewhere beyond the gates was her old life.
But here, in Viktor's arms, she had already tasted something far more addictive.