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

some of it and swayed back. “Just relax.”
    Blinking
a few times, I shoved him away. “I don’t want to know.”
    “Please.
It’s been so long and my cocks ache so much from being newly formed.” He
massaged himself under the material of his pants. “They beg for release.”
    “No!”
I scanned the bathroom for something sharp and wooden, but of course, there
wasn’t anything around. My heart banged against my chest. My body shook in
terror. “I give you my trust and blood and in turn, you want to rape me?”
    Sighing,
Ian paused, released me, and moved away. “My plan is not to rape you.”
    “Then
what is it?” I gritted my teeth.
    “You’re
supposed to be overtaken by my mist and allow me to make love to you.”
    “That
red fog you pushed out of your face was the mist?”
    “Yes.
It’s a part of being a king. It gets women in the mood to breed.”
    “I
don’t want to breed with you.” I hurried to the door. “And I’m definitely not
in the mood.”
    “Don’t
leave.” He backed away. “It seems my nephew has chosen well. I’ll need to feed
my cocks to another.”
    I
swallowed and turned around. “Cocks?”
    He
pulled out two large and thick erections. They sat right on top of each other
and pointed at me like two meaty swords. My mouth dropped open. Never before
had I seen anything like it. Most of me filled with terror at the monstrosity
of one man possessing two erections. Whereas, a tiny part of me, deep inside
the dark areas of my body, moistened with curiosity and desired to experience
the things he could do with them.
    No. That wouldn’t be right.
    “You’re
curious. Aren’t you?” He slipped both of his hands to their mushroomed tips. A
low moan ripped from his throat. He rocked into his hand and stroked himself
some more. My body’s temperature increased. I gritted my teeth and battled with
myself to turn around and leave. My breasts felt so heavy and a fiery awareness
brushed against my body, rubbing back and forth between my thighs like a
lover’s caress. I didn’t want to have sex with Ian, but as he continued to pump
his tight fists with those two engorged weapons and gaze at me with hooded
eyes, I didn’t want to look away. It was like I was hypnotized by his desire
and wanted to see the end of his torture, to witness how much he could come
from just looking at me.
    “When
Samuel was between your legs, the room was thick with your arousal.” He
squeezed the tips and licked his lips. “I would have come if my cocks hadn’t
already rotted away.”
    I
closed my eyes and sighed. Ian’s mentioning of Samuel was all I needed to
return back to reality. “I won’t have sex with you. I already have a lover that
I’m more than satisfied with. I need your help and I want to trust you, but—”
    “You
can trust me.” Ian blew out a breath of fresh air. “You’ve given me back my
body and I can feel my power returning. I’m grateful to you.”
    “This
doesn’t show me your gratitude.”
    “Again,
you’re correct. I tend to go too far. I won’t ever hurt or take advantage of
you.”
    I
opened my eyes and turned away from him. “Then put…them away.”
    “Where
should I put them? Please tell me and I will immediately oblige. Where can I
put them, little queen?”
    “In
your pants,” I said through clenched teeth.
    “As
you wish, Queen.”
    The
sound of fabric moving came from behind me. I opened my eyes and prayed it was
Ian closing his pants. Metal screeched. The bathroom door ripped off of its
hinges. Samuel growled and charged into the room.

 
     
     
    Chapter Nine
     
    “Samuel,
don’t!” I stumbled back from the force of his huge, bulging form. His body was
pumped up twice as large as it normally was. It frightened and amazed me. Heat
and rage radiated from his skin. He knocked Ian into the wall. The metal
cracked from the impact. Shards exploded around them. Samuel got in front of
Ian, their noses only an inch away, the thick curve of his horns smashed