Captured (Vampire King Book 2) by Kenya Wright Page A

dark room,
grabbing each other and bumping into the walls.”
    “How
did you know how to come here?”
    “I
overheard how Samuel wanted to attend his sister’s party. I’ve wandered this
area of sewers for many years. I’ve just been afraid to get too close to
vampires without any eyes. Your blood gave me my eyes back and my courage.” He
stepped closer to me. “I would love to find ways to truly thank you.”
    “Telling
me this information is good enough.” I cringed and inched back. “So, why again
are blood mages killed? And your father, you said, he was friends with a tribe?
How does that relate to me?”
    “Mages
believe that when Ressi looked down on planet Dos, she cried in shame at the
sight of the vampires, the products of her brutality. She wanted us dead, but
couldn’t do it herself, because we were still part of her.” Ian leaned back on
the wall. “So she formed mages with her tears, dirt from the land, and fire
from her breath. She gave each of the mages power over an element so they could
exterminate the vampires for her. Then she left. Apparently, when all of the
vampires are gone, Ressi will return.”
    “So
they believe their life’s work is to kill vampires?” I muttered.
    “Very
smart.”
    “There
were centuries of wars between us, way before you or I were born, and I’m a
pretty old vampire. Two hundred years old. Then, of course, there was the Great
War that my brother incited against other vampire kings and then against the
mages.”
    “Why
would he kill other kings? Wouldn’t he want to kill all the mages first?”
    “You’re
asking the wrong questions. The question is; why did everyone want to kill
blood mages like you?” He grinned. “You do see why mages would want to kill a
blood mage, whose blood creates vampires, one that could easily create vampires
out of humans?”
    “Yes.
Why would vampires want to kill me then?”
    “Because
then the food supply goes away. Vampires grow up so quickly and take forever to
die. The last thing we needed is more ways to populate the world with us. And
the king that you gave blood to would be more powerful than the others.” He got
off the sink and came to me. “I think I’ve satisfied enough questions to receive
more blood. Don’t you?”
    “But
you’re fully healed.”
    He
leaned his head to the side. “Actually, I’m not. Would you like me to show you
the part I want returned?”
    “No.”
I extended my hand to him. “Here, take the blood.”
    “You’re
weak there. Let me drink from somewhere else.” Within seconds, he pulled me to
him and sank his fangs into my neck. A cold tingling sensation skittered across
my flesh as if I were naked and had jumped into a pool of ice-cold water. Then
my body warmed almost immediately. My nipples hardened. My sex clenched. Images
of Ian and me rubbing our naked bodies together danced in my head.
    What are you doing? I whimpered.
    This is how it feels when an
adult king bites you. Ian’s
voice caressed me. The things I could do
to you would bring you great enjoyment.
    I don’t want it. I dug my fingernails into his
neck. Stop!
    He
took his fangs away. I stumbled back. Groaning, Ian dove his hands into his
pants. “My god I never thought I would feel them again.”
    I
caught my breath. “Feel what?”
    He
rubbed himself under his pants’ material. His throat vibrated with a low whine
as he targeted me with his hungry eyes. “Come here, little queen.”
    “No.”
With his images and fangs gone, my body’s lusty reaction disappeared. I hugged
myself, shocked at how easily he could trigger need within me with just one
bite.
    “Perhaps
you need a little help with listening to me.” Lust glazed over his copper eyes.
A red vapor spurt from the pores all over his face and lingered in the air.
    What in Ambi’s name just
happened?
    I
jerked back, waved away the tiny fog, and coughed. It felt warm and damp on my
skin. “What is this?”
    “Nothing.”
He blurred to me as I inhaled