Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
|7|~Never Have I Ever ~

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Embry POV.

The hairs on the back of my neck start to rise and my survival instincts come crashing down when the two big and very scary looking vampires come into view.

In my entire 100 years of living never have I ever come face to face with a vampire and now that I have. I will pray every single night to the Moon Goddess that never will I ever have to come in contact with their species ever again. If I somehow manage to make it out of this life-threatening situation alive, that is.

Their intentions are very clear as both of their eyes rank over my entire body and as they lick their lips as they have starved for days and suddenly been rewarded with a Holy meal. I’m supposed to be a predator. I’m a wolf for Goddess's sake!

But at this moment, I feel like a hyena that accidentally ran into a lion’s den. I feel like the zebra who is now captured and seconds away from being consumed by the cheetah after a long chase. I feel like a wild-dog who is seconds away from being dragged to the top of a tree by a leopard. How ironic?

From their big and bright glowing red eyes to their sharp and massive claws, all the way down two their long, pointy, and glistening teeth, I mean fangs! That was certainly made to grip, rip, and kill their prey.

To sum it all up at this moment I am the prey. They are the predators and everything surrounding this moment in time tells that this is the part when the predator captures and consumes the prey.

The end.

My wolf is howling within, begging me to make a run for it. However, my human side is too afraid.

“Now, what do we have here,” hisses one of the vampires as my back comes in contact with a tree. This can’t be real! First, I almost perish in a fire. Then, I’m kidnapped by a hunter and now I’m being ambushed by two vampires. The irony!

The more I evaluate my current situation the more I start to panic. My breathing becomes more rapid and shallow. My heart is running a marathon inside of my chest. I can feel my ribs haul up as if they are being squeezed to death with silver ropes, straining to inflate my lungs.

“Alone dog,” says the other vampire. “The bitch looks like she is having a panic attack and we haven’t even had a taste.”

“Please, I don’t want any trouble,” I somehow manage to speak.

As they get closer, my heart beats louder. “Don’t beg dog,” one of the vampires bares its teeth into a sneer. He’s now standing directly in front of me. “You’re dead either way,”

In a swift movement, my air supply is officially cut as he lifts me in the air by my throat. His claws dig deep into my skin, drawing blood. My feet are dangling, inches away from the ground, and my visions blurry.

He wastes no time plunging his fangs into my neck, forcing me to release a loud cry of agony and a top of the lungs scream. It feels like a needle has been plunged into my lungs bringing forth the true experience of never-ending pain.

Never have I ever endured anything of the sort. The pain is blinding. My wolf cries within me howl within. The vampire greedily takes gallons of my blood. Claiming, my life with his bite I soon realize the worst is yet to come.

The sharp and intense pain soon feels like a scorching hot blade being plunged into my neck followed by a rush of scorching fire burning with my flesh scream louder and the next thing I know is another set of sharp, point, scorching hot fangs being plunged into one of my dangling arms.

The vampires are sucking me dry in a united front and all I can do is scream. For what seems like hours they hungrily suck, draining me, and then suddenly the wind whooshes around me.

My body feels lighter than a feather but I land with a loud thud. Way too much of my energy is gone. I can barely keep my eyes open, watching the blurry scene in what seems like a dream-like state. I’m lying in a puddle of my own blood, somehow knowing that I am seconds away from slipping away from this earth forever. I can feel it. Absolutely, nothing! I’m going numb. My Goddess is seconds away from claiming me. My wolf is sleeping somewhere cold. I feel alone.

I hear screams, many, many, screams. Am I in hell? Did my spirit not make it to Luna’s gate? Am I damned? Never would I’ve ever expected that!

Then, it hits me. The wind blows and the air shifts around me. The smell of mulberry spice brings life back inside of me. I’m alive. Unintentionally, a soft whimper falls from my lips and then out of nowhere a smooth firm but gentle finger touches my face sending ripple wave of pleasure to rush through my veins, and surges through my blood.

The smell and touch combined sparks a new fire to blaze brightly in the city of my core. My wolf awakens only to submit to this new power of electricity sparking within me. It feels so good.

It smells so good. In the next moment, I’m lifted off the ground, and like a moth, to the flame, my head is drawn into the source of heavens safe fortress. I bury my face deep into its center and inhale. I take a deep breath. The scent is my air. Never have I ever felt this safe. Electric currents of blissful pleasure flood my blood as the smooth, firm but gentle finger touches my face, placing deep-rooted hooks inside of my soul. My entire being hums with pleasure.

He places the arm in front of my mouth. “Drink,” a deep, husky, and pantie melting voice a growl, sending another electric bolt to strike within me and my wolf is begging me to follow.

So I listen, I follow his direction with obedience. I’ll follow his voice to the end of time if I had it my way. I drink.

I drink the warm cinnamon substance that makes the back of my throat tingle with delight. His blood is sweet and refreshing. I moan from the taste. It’s doing strange things to me. I feel like I can take on the world. My mind is in a haze.

I feel like I can fly. I’m flying high in the sky. I’ve never tasted anything so good. He tastes so good.

He pulls away from me and I whine. I want some more. Like an addict craves a drug. That’s what his blood tastes like to me. It’s an addiction.

“Open your eyes,” he issues another commandment, sending fifteen flares to set off within me like dynamite. Again, I follow. It’s like I have no control over my own body.

My eyes flutter open to look into a pair of the most fascinating shade of golden eyes. The beautiful orbs can be compared to the shade of honey, splinted amber, or the burning and radiant sun ray of light. They are so beautiful. So intense! So captivating. They captivate me.

They capture my soul, chain my heart to their beholder, and make their claim. They are my sunrise. These pair of golden heaven staring into my soul is a part of the gift from my Goddess.

The beholder of the pair of fascinating shades is beautiful. He is my gift. Never would I ever have believed that a creature as beautiful as such would be my, “Mate.”

King Cyrus POV.

I travel in a full phased state, allowing my monster to stalk, hunt, and track down its prey. This way, I can pinpoint every single location that the source of the scent has visited in this area within five seconds. My monster will not rest into he replaces whatever the hell smells so good.

I follow the faint scent past a sea full of dead dogs, into the center of the burning town and down a bloodstained hill. The scent is carried in stronger with the wind, leading me deeper into this godforsaken village. I take a deep whiff of the air and suddenly the impossible becomes possible.

My frozen heart skips a beat as I burned down hut comes into the view. The faint scent lingers here like the cloud of smoke surrounding this area.

Fire blazes in my blood as I take a deep whiff of the air and I can literally taste the freshly burnt flesh. The source of the scent was here. In a flash, I search for the body. My monster is beyond furious and for the life of me, I cannot determine why.

Never have my monster ever reacted as such. I feel like I lost something.. or someone. For once, my mind has no idea what my predatory side wants. It’s craving, something. All I know is that it’s coming from that scent. It’s driving my monster crazy, us crazy.

My bloody vision zooms in on a trail of footprints. I drop down, take a handful of stepped on snow, and take a deep sniff. My enhanced senses can smell a blend of the flowery fruity scent. Peaches, watermelons, and jasmine to be exact. Most importantly, wildflowers and earth.

In a rush, I follow the trail of footprints deep into the Forrest. I follow my noses and utilize my enhanced hearing to detect any source of the sound. Only a second passes and the smells become stronger, followed by my monster picks up on a fierce growl.

“You’re wasting your time,” someone growls from afar as the smell of human and beast enters my lungs. Instincts take over, and my monster crunches down behind a falling tree, now stalking the threat. “Do you smell that,” the voice growls again. “You’re wasting your time with me and the scent is becoming more potent. It’s here.”

They can sense me but are unable to pinpoint exactly where I am. A monstrous growl fills the air and my eyes zero in on the Lycan. He charges straight into a human. No, a hunter my brain soon catches on as the hunter manages to swiftly evade him. They circle one another and I sit in wait, watching the scene unfold.

The abominations attack one another in inhuman speed. They start to fight for their lives, competently unaware that no matter which one wins that both of them shall die.

If it was any other day my monster would just sit back and enjoy the show, but unfortunately for them, my monster patience is thin. In a blur, I hop up off the ground, pounce onto the beast back, and sink my fangs deep into its neck. The sound of its pain-filled scream releases into the air but before either one of the abominations can comprehend what’s going on.

The Lycan is already dead and the hunter's neck is in my hands. It’s just that easy.

I place my fangs into the crouch of the hunter’s neck and take a deep whiff of its disgusting scent but it’s coated with the most magnificent smell. That smell! I can see clearly now, the scent belongs to a she-wolf and he was with her. Why the hell does my monster crave the scent of a fucking wolf?

“Where is she,” my monster snarls anyway, seeming to have a mind of its own. Now, that I’m up to closer I quickly identify that this hunter is the one that managed to escape Nicklaus dungeon. Now, look at that.

He doesn’t respond. I dig my claws deeper into the flesh around his fragile neck. “Where is the she-wolf,” my monster hiss, or more like growls. Confusing briefly flashes inside of the hunter's eyes and then something clicks.

“Go to hell, bitch King.” He spits through clench teeth. Wrong answer!

Without warning, my fangs dive into his fresh-tasting flesh. I haven’t had a hunter in a while and my monster enjoys the spoils of this kill, taking its fill. The taste of his blood is intoxicating and too exciting for my monster to take. He is basking in the glory of capturing the one who got away.

To my monster and my own disappointment, the hunter doesn’t scream but my sensitive ears pick up on one who does. An ear- splinting piercing scream, followed by a soft voice bellowing in agony, bids my blood to run cold and forces my monster to take full control.

Never have I ever seen so much red.

Never have I ever lost this much control.

Just for a second, everything goes blank.

Suddenly, I’m covered in vampire blood. It’s dripping from my chin, my claws, and trailing down the side of my face. That is the first thing I notice.

The second thing is two vampire hearts lying inside of my hands. Then, I release all of the vampire blood splatted across the snow. Then it hits me!

The wind blows and the air shifts around me. That scent that I’ve longed for what seems like centuries now is directly underneath my noise. The smell of earth and wildflowers brings me back to reality.

Once again, the impossible becomes possible and my frozen heart skips a beat. To be exact, this time it skips several beats and the red haze fades fast from out of my eyes as they land onto the source of the scent.

Right underneath the tree lays the body of a she-wolf.

For the first time, since I’ve been bought into existence I feel the emotion by the name of fear. I come into my sense and before a second can end I’m in front of her. Her tall and tiny frame is balled up in pain. Blood gushes from the side of her throat and my eyes zeroed in onto a total of four puncture marks and the flesh on her left hand is burnt.

My eyes travel back to the lifeless vampires who I now realize are my men. Suddenly, everything adds up.

One minute that were feasting on her blood and the next moment they were dead.

The end.

The fucked up part of the story is that my mind can’t seem to comprehend why. All I know is that I’m drawn to the she-wolf like a moth is to a flame.

My eyes scan over the wolf's entire frame. I take a step fourth to evaluate her closer. Her dark waist-length hair is splattered across the ground.

Never have I’ve ever, encountered such a beauty.

Her diamond-shaped face is carved to pure perfection with high cheekbones and a cute slightly narrow nose above those brow-shaped lips that my monster can’t help but crave to lick. Her features are so soft and so delicate but her thick and full brows are so exotic and so wild.

No one is this perfect. No one!

I have to reach out to touch her just to ensure that she’s real.

A jab of electricity travels through my finger the moment I come in contact with her smooth and porcelain skin. Followed by a tidal wave of intense raw pleasure flushing through my veins, and surges through my blood.

I’ve never experienced anything like it.

I’m stunned. I can’t stop staring no matter how hard I try.

Her smell and the feel of her flawless smooth skin combined almost brings me down to my knees. My monster craves more. He needs to feel the warmth that will surely come from this creature being placed inside of our arms.

Without a second thought, I lift her up off the ground, placing this porcelain woman in the security of my arms. I almost melt. My breath gets caught inside of my chest as she buries her face into the crock of my neck and takes a deep breath.

The devil within me craves more. He has to touch this angel sent down from the heavens of blood. My entire being hums with pleasure as I absentmindedly trace her face.

So delicate. So soft. Her heart rate increases, and flutters uncontrollably inside of her chest.

She’s awake. My monster is roaring inside of me for us to officially meet. He wants to look her in the eyes and officially meet.

I’m open my mouth to command her to look at me but my voice gets caught inside of my lungs as my eyes once again trail over her wounds. The blood is gushing out, she losing too much blood.

I bite into my flesh, place my arm directly in front of her warm lips. Then, I demand her to, “Drink,”

She follows my commandment with no argument, adding fuel to my monster brewing fire. He likes how this creature submits without compulsions. Suddenly, images of this woman submitting inside of the warmth of my bed float insides my head as she slurps down my blood. A soft moan falls from her soft lips, driving my inner monster to the brick of insanity.

My dick twitches, suddenly feeling overcrowded inside of the tight confinements of my pants. I need release.

Her mouth, tongue, and lips could serve as my release my monster thinks. What the actual fuck? She is a dog for crying out loud.

Ignoring, my hardened shaft I muster the strength to remove my hand from her mouth.

She wines and I have to fight the urge to put it back. Suddenly, my heart feels unknown emotions that I don’t even want to think about deciphering.

At least, not this his moment I won’t. All I need is for her to look at me. I need her to open her eyes like a baby needs to drink milk. I need to see her, really see her for the first time.

“Open your eyes,” I order. My words come out in command and like the good girl that she is. She once again follows my commandment with ease.

Her striking, big, and brilliant hazel eyes open to stare directly into my soul. Soul snatchers! Time seems to stop as I stare into those honey eyes. The beautiful orbs reflect the environment and the mysterious wonders of the earth. They hold the softest shade of green infused with honey

They are so beautiful. So intense!

They capture my soul, chain my heart to their beholder, and my monster demands a claim. In an instant, I understand why she has this effect on me.

Here in my arms lies the body of my beloved.