All Chapters of The Tattooed Queen: Claimed By The Mad King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

❤️ I Want You (2) ❤️Kaelithra smirked dangerously and the air around her shifted. It was subtle but it was there.Draevon felt it immediately. His tongue swept slowly across his lower lip and his eyes sharpened in a way that had nothing to do with threat and everything to do with interest. He had been right. He had been right from the very first moment he walked into that sad little tattoo shop. This hunchback was hiding something underneath that disguise and whatever it was, it was finally deciding to come out and play.Good.Marl looked at Kaelithra and then at the air around Kaelithra and then back at Kaelithra. Something had changed. He could feel it and he had no idea what it was but it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up."What are you doing?" he asked her quietly.Kaelithra did not answer him.She looked at Draevon and let out a short laugh. "You think you can walk into wherever I am," she said, "say all that nonsense to me and I would be scared?"Marl looked betw

❤️ A Brother's Price ❤️Vampire Kingdom:King Aldric was in his chambers.He was sitting in the chair beside his large bed. In his hand was a gold cup and inside the cup was something dark red that looked like wine from a distance but was not wine once you come closer. It was blood.His kind did not need blood to survive the way most people assumed they did. They ate proper food like any other creature. Blood was something they reached for only when things had gotten bad enough that food was not cutting it anymore like when they are stressed or exhausted.Aldric was on his second cup.The trackers he had sent to Duskwatch Village the night before had not come back yet. He had sent them before the sun went down and now the sun was back up and climbing and they were still nowhere. What was taking them so long? It was a simple task. Go to the village and find Marl and bring the boy back with his friend.Had the hunchback done something to them? That thought sat uncomfortably in the back

❤️ Venom and Desire ❤️Marl's mouth fell open, the scream clawing up his throat like a beast unchained but what erupted was no cry of agony. It was a deep, guttural moan that echoed off the walls of the chamber, raw and unwilling, torn from the depths of him. Pain? He had braced for it, fangs like hers sinking into his vein should have been fire, torment, a vampire's curse. But no. Instead, heat flooded him like liquid flame, injected straight from her wicked teeth into his bloodstream. It spread fast, too fast, racing through his limbs, pooling in his core, making his skin burn and his cock throb with an ache that bordered on madness. Whatever venom she carried in those Khyrador fangs, it wasn't just bloodlust; it was pure, unholy desire, twisting his body against his will.Miraeve pulled back slowly, her fangs retracting with a wet slide, a thin trail of his blood, dark and shimmering, dripping from her lips. She licked it away. "Oh, my sweet prince," she purred, voice husky with po

❤️ Nice Try ❤️Marl went completely stiff.His whole body just stopped, like a man who had been handed some information his brain was still trying to catch up with. He lay there staring at the ceiling and Miraeve laughed at the look on his face and then she climbed off the bed.Marl turned his head to the wall.He was not going to watch her get dressed. He was absolutely not doing that. He had more dignity than that. He stared at a very interesting piece of the stone wall and focused very hard on it while he listened to the soft sounds of her moving around the room and pulling her clothes on.When it went quiet he did not turn back until he was sure.Miraeve was standing near the door fully dressed now, looking at him over her shoulder with that easy smile still sitting on her face like it had taken up permanent residence there."Be right back, my sweet Marl."She did not wait for him to reply because she already knew he was not going to. She opened the chamber door and walked out and

❤️ No More Holding Back ❤️Kaelithra was done pretending. She was done being careful and measured and small. She was not going to stand here and get bonded to the man she had poisoned in her last life, the man whose death had set all of this in motion, the man who had found her anyway. She still had her father out there looking for her. She had problems that were large and serious and had been her entire focus for three years and she was not going to let a mate mark on her pinky finger add itself to that list.She was going to fight her way out of this room if that was what it took.Draevon came at her.And this time she did not hold back at all.What followed was not like the tavern. In the tavern she had been careful, controlled, keeping herself at about a quarter of what she was actually capable of. This was the other three quarters and then some. She moved faster than she had let herself move in three years, hit harder, used angles and combinations that a hunchback tattooist from