Queen of Gods (Vampire Crown #1)

With a soft thrust inside me, watching as my breath caught, he reprimanded delicately, “I’m old, Gwen.” His tone had tempered—a truly caring, and not just a polite, side he hadn’t shown me yet.

My cheeks instantly flushed more than they were from exertion, embarrassed for even asking something so ridiculous. Of course, he had. Older vampires had it happen to them a few times in their lifetime.

He’d probably had it happen ten times more.

“Little one…” Bel’s lips curved into a charming smile meant to pull me from my thoughts. The man always knew what to say. He teased, “Try to focus. I’m about to screw you senseless.”

I choked on a laugh.

And then all hell broke loose.

Or the walls did.

My eyes slammed from side-to-side…

Bel stopped moving, and his forehead thumped down onto mine. With eyes closed, he grumbled quietly, “I didn’t notice the time. Dammit.”

“What is that?” I asked innocently, trying not to freak out, as I pointed to the cave walls now covered in stainless steel. It had come from the ceiling, clinking and rolling down all the way to the floor. The entire room now encased in the steel, the only area still open was the door to the bathroom and the fireplace.

He groaned and tipped his head side-to-side slightly, his forehead rubbing against mine. “It’s my new security system for my room.”

I cleared my throat. “So it’s supposed to be there?”

“Yes, of course.” His eyes opened again and held my gaze. “The bad news? You won’t be able to leave until the morning.”

“Oh.” My brows puckered. “Wait. What?”

“No one can enter or exit—without an alarm sounding—while the walls are down. Guards will rush to the hallways, other Overlords contacted—it’ll be a damn disaster.”

I stared, flabbergasted. “You can’t even leave?”

“No. I’ve earned my privacy after this many years. I have no reason to unless there’s a true emergency. I’ll be phoned if that happens and can hit the code to raise the walls—and an alarm will sound.”

I still eyed him. “That’s a flaw you should probably get fixed.”

He groaned and conceded, “Yes, I can see there are a few things that could be tweaked.”

The lord evaluated my expression. It was clear he had no idea what to do with me once we were done with “business.”

I simply stared back.

Eventually, I cracked. “So…um…maybe we could talk about this later?”

Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.

Our heartbeats were still synced.

It was a little unnerving in the quiet.

His lips finally twitched, and he rose back up on his arms, taking some of his weight off my chest. “You are wise in your young age.”

“Oh, shut it.” I chuckled.

The man was extremely good at mocking me.

He ducked his head once more and sucked sweetly on my neck, his warm tongue licking along my quickly racing pulse.

I groaned and ran my hands down his sides, his skin smooth and misted with light perspiration. When I grabbed ahold of the globes of his ass, he moaned against my neck, his teeth nipping a little harder.

The overlord pulled his hips back and slammed into me with such force that I grunted and arched my neck further for him. He began a pounding rhythm that had my breath catching in my throat, our heartbeats racing to catch up to his pace. His massive cock filled me over and over as I held onto his flexing ass and dug my short nails in.

Bel’s supple lips found mine.

Then we shared our breaths, our kisses, along with our heartbeats.

And I had been wrong.

He didn’t have a devil’s cock.

He had a magical fucking cock. One I could ride any damn day.

Our skin slapped against each other.

The fire crackled beside us.

Another climax began to unfold.

He pressed his groin harder against my clit and sped up his pace. The walls of my channel gripped his cock with pulsing need as I flew over the damn pearly gates and landed in heaven.

I shouted against his lips in bliss. The fur beneath me tickled my back as I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight. Each spasm that tore through my body was a shock to the system, stunning and perfect blows.

Bel’s body coiled around mine.

His cock swelled inside my throbbing channel.

And he shouted, his head thrown back as he found his release. His cum scalded my core in the most pleasant rush. His resulting groan followed mine as our bodies shuddered against one another.

Just as he pulled his cock from inside me, my eyes fluttering shut in exhaustion, our heartbeats eventually separated.





I rolled onto my side, and something tickled my face. I brushed at it, trying to shove it away as I pulled my blanket over my shoulder. My brows puckered slowly as I pulled the blanket closer to my face, to my nose, fumbling with it in my half-dozing state. Cinnamon…and minty leaves…attacked my sense of smell.

My eyes shot open.

From his perch on the couch, Bel lifted a sardonic black brow. “You slept for two hours.”

I cleared my throat and peered down at my body. While he was dressed once again in his pajamas and shirt, I was still completely naked underneath the blanket he had draped over me. My attention snaked back over my shoulder to his fireplace. At least he had put that out before covering me with flammable material.

He snorted. “Get up. We need to discuss this Challenge.”

My blue eyes found his ice blue gaze. “You’re back to Lord Belshazzar now?”

“Correct.” He tipped his head to the empty space next to him. “Come sit by me while I tell you a secret.”

I brushed my hair out of my face and pushed off the fur rug that had been bugging me in my sleep. I brought the blanket with me, keeping it tight around my body as I stood. I kept my eyes off the bookcase, even though it was clear the hidden panel was once again closed and the book I had dropped gone from the floor. I walked on quick feet and tried to look as queenly as I could…even while looking thoroughly fucked.

I sat next to him with perfect posture. My regard turned to him, and I lifted a black eyebrow of my own. “I’m here for the Challenge, my lord.”

Bored. He appeared bored watching me. “First, you need to understand this Challenge completely. It is truly simple, and yet, not. When I tell you this secret, if you ever tell anyone before events come to pass, one or all of the lords have the right to kill you. It is one of the few exceptions for royalty killing royalty. Do you understand, Gwynnore?”

I nodded solemnly. “I do.”

“Are you ready for the secret?”

“I am.”

Lord Belshazzar leaned closer to me and bent down. He pressed his warm lips to my ear…and told me a secret. A very long secret whispered on the barest heated breath. A secret that had my brows rising close to my hairline and my eyes fighting not to move away from my lap.

The overlord pulled back to stare directly into my shocked gaze. He questioned plainly, “Do you want me to repeat it, just in case you missed anything?”

I blinked. Nodded.

His mouth found my left ear once more.

The secret was told again.

Back to staring into my quickly blanking expression. “Again?”

I shook my head. Just slightly. “No, I heard it all.”

“Do you understand it?”

“I do, my lord.”