Vampire Legacy (Book 4 of the Dragon Heat series) by Ella J. Phoenix

trouble, as he’d done so many times before. No matter how much he punished Tardieh, took away his privileges, had many eye-opening conversations, his son refused to grow up. Damn the Soartas for making Petran pay the price for his wife’s mistakes. She was the one who had spoiled the boy rotten.
    He dared to steal a glance up at Natalia’s room. The tall façade of Somenski’s castle towered upwards, seemly never to end. Its grey stone sparkled in the cold autumn moon. On the narrow window up above, candle light cast the shadow of a fine female figure from inside. She was watching him. Petran knew it, he felt it in his bones.
    Cursing the Soartas again, he turned back to Arthur. “Let’s go.”
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    Kalaur lay down in the natural pool and rested his head on a cushion. He loved the spoils of the modern world. Not even half a century ago, they’d had to endure life in the rough—sleeping on hard stone, unsheltered from the elements. Now, his chambers were full of soft mattresses from England, his poolside covered in silky cushions brought from China, and his pantry packed to the rafters with spices from India, meat from the west, and corn from the New World. Who would dare not approve of global trading? If only his father had lived to see this. Kalaur humphed . Were his father here, he would most certainly disapprove of Kalaur’s ways. But to Hiad with him, he was long dead, and Kalaur was the Lord, and soon he’d be the ultimate Lord of all Dragons. His secret meetings with the Desert Daemons had proved to be very fruitful. The only thorn in his side were those bloody rebels who insisted on disturbing his plans. He knew in his gut the rebels were being aided by someone, for they never could have survived without a good sponsor. The question was, who was that bloody traitor? Once he got an official hold on Somenski’s lands then he would be free to raid every single village in the entire territory, and find them.
    Kalaur let out a small chuckle, his rotund belly shaking with the movement. Those stupid morons had no idea what was coming for them.
    “Shall I continue, my lord?” the draco girl asked popping her head back up from between his legs.
    “Don’t waste my time with stupid questions,” he replied without aggravating himself. “Unless you want your month’s wages to go to the next in line.”
    She blinked a few times, then dived back into the water and carried on sucking his cock. It was far from getting hard. This girl was useless, just like the others before her. At least she had red hair, reminding him somewhat of an uglier version of Natalia.
    He closed his eyes, leaning back on the edge of his warm pool, and let his mind wander. He imagined what he’d do to his virginal bride on their first night together, the many ways he’d break her, penetrate her, claim her purity, and then break her some more. He hoped she would put up a fight. It was so much more fun when they did. She played the part of tamed kitten well enough, but Kalaur had seen it in her eyes. The fire—it was there. Sucking it out of her inmã would be almost as much fun as forcing her to bend to his will. And bend she would.
    “My lord,” his brother called from the door, bringing him back from his daydreaming.
    “What?” Kalaur barked. “Can you not see I’m in the middle of my massage? Are you not only daft but blind as well?”
    Balaur’s chubby face flushed slightly. “A thousand apologies, brother, but I’ve got important news from Somenski’s castle.”
    What could be so important as to interrupt his daily session? “This better be good, Balaur, or I’ll send you to hunt natives in the New World.”
    His brother bowed low. “I’d be glad to serve my lord in anyway it pleases him.”
    “Your ludicrous adulation is utterly tiring, Balaur.” He reached down under the water and pinched the girl to stop. She squealed startled and lifted her head above water, coughing like a cat choked by a fur