All Chapters of Kingdoms of Forbidden Hunger{Dark Fantasy Series}: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Damien didn’t move away from me. For a long moment he held me close, and the only sound in the dark was our breathing, ragged and uneven. My wings twitched against the stone. The weight of him settled around me, heavy and certain, and I didn’t want it to end.“More,” I said. “Don’t pull away yet.”He didn’t. A shudder ran through him, and then through me, and the heat in the room seemed to double. I tightened my arms around him on purpose. I wanted every second of it. I wanted to remember it.His tail curled slowly around my waist, warm and rough with scales, and I leaned into it before he had to ask. His claws settled at the sides of my head, and I turned my face into his hand. My eyes watered. I breathed through the ache, through the trembling, through the strange fullness of everything I was feeling. I didn’t stop.At some point the room tilted, and I was on my back, the stone cold against my shoulder blades and his shadow broad above me. I pulled him down to me and held on. The sc

His claws gripped my hips and pinned me face-down against the cold stone. My cheek pressed flat. Bright lines of light moved under my skin, spilling across the floor in slow gold ribbons. The stone was rough beneath me, and I held on to the feel of it, the one steady thing in a world that had stopped making sense.He didn’t hold back. I felt the force of him through the stone, through my hips, through every nerve I owned. My breath hitched against the floor. The glow under my skin flared with every movement, and the light pooled around me, bright enough to make the shadows run.“Don’t stop,” I said. “Harder.”He gave it to me. His claws sank into my skin just enough to sting, and his horns pressed down against the back of my head, holding me where I was. My face stayed flat on the floor. My wings twitched against the stone, and the stubs burned in the dark like coals.I pressed up against the horns for one second, then let myself sink back into the hold. “Keep me down.”He did.I stop

I was on my knees right in the middle of the huge dark room, my wrists tied tight behind my back with ropes that dug into my skin and hurt badly. The fibers bit deeper every time I shifted. A sharp cut on my neck was bleeding fresh down my chest, but I couldn’t look at it. I kept my eyes on the throne at the far end of the room. It was made of red crystal. The surface caught what little light there was and threw it back in thin lines.The whole room was full of vampires. Hundreds of them. All of them staring at me, hungry. They looked beautiful and scary at the same time, their eyes glowing faint. The air smelled of iron and my own sweat. The throne was empty. Then there she was… Neris.The Vampire Queen.She wasn’t the monster I expected. She was tall, perfect, with long dark hair that fell down her back and pale, smooth skin. Her eyes were black all the way through, no white at all. My whole body went hot, then cold, then hot again. I was already reacting to her even though I was sc

Her black eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide. For one heartbeat the room was silent except for the blood fountain’s low wet hum. Then she pulled back, straddling my hips, the strap-on still buried deep inside me. She didn’t move. She didn’t pull out. She just stared, breathing fast.“What the fuck was that?” she whispered.Her hands stayed on my chest, nails digging in. Something had shifted between us. Thicker. Sharper. It refused to stay quiet.I swallowed hard. My hole was still fluttering around her, leaking her cum and my own. My cock throbbed against her belly, half-hard again from the sudden shock. “I… I saw something. A flash. Not yours. Not mine.”She shook her head once, like she didn’t want to hear it. “Then it was nothing. Don’t think about it, Jonas. You’re mine now. That’s all that matters.”But her voice wasn’t steady. Her cool fingers trembled against my skin. She pulled the strap-on out slowly, leaving my hole gaping and dripping. The loss made me whimper. She ign

Betty’s gloved hands were buried in a gunshot wound when the fluorescent lights flickered hard. Blood welled up around her fingers and soaked the edge of the sterile drape. She didn’t stop. Sixteen hours on her feet. Half the night staff had called out. County General at 3 a.m. ran on leftover adrenaline and pure spite.“Clamp.”The nurse handed it over. Betty worked fast, cursing under her breath the whole time. The patient was young, maybe twenty-five, hole in the side big enough to put a fist through. She packed, clamped, stitched. Finished the last suture, stripped her gloves, and stepped back. He might live. She didn’t care either way.Her lower back ached. Her feet burned inside the shoes. All she wanted was to clock out, drive home, open a bottle of cheap red, and use the vibrator she kept in the nightstand until she finally passed out. Instead the ER doors slammed open hard enough to rattle the glass.Two security guards pushed a gurney through. The man on it wore heavy wrist