Grasp Of The King Novels & Stories

I panicked as I wailed and fought against them, but they were stronger than mine. My eyes widened when I saw him going down on his knees, while I laid between his legs. He grabbed strands of my hair and pushed them from my neck, giving me access. He leaned down, and I laid rigid, my heart drove at full speed as he leaned down towards me. I could perceive the sweaty smell coming off him, and it further made my stomach churned. His men grabbed my hands and pinned them down. His fangs elongated as he leaned down towards my neck and sniffed me.

Ariti shouted from somewhere behind Bran and when he could maneuver enough to spot him, Bran saw that the three men that had been fighting him, were all dead. Bran forced himself up and leaned back on his elbows. "The vampire king is mine." Ariti drew closer to him and his smarmy face, the disgusting smile on his face, the sight of Maria's grey eyes in his evil face, pissed Bran off all over again and the anger filled him with strength. He traced to Ariti and lifted his sword to strike when suddenly, he couldn't move his hands. He frowned, looked down and was beyond puzzled to see a thick chain winding around his body.

They did not understand how standing beside the king felt less like hunting and more like standing on the edge of a cliff, wind in his face, the ground gone beneath his feet. He closed his fingers around the coin until the edges bit into skin. Corvin’s voice flowed steadily beside him, issuing decrees with terrifying ease. The hall bowed to every word, the empire shifting with each decision. Elowen looked at him. Jet-black hair, pale eyes, and a mouth shaped for command. Shoulders carrying a nation with frightening simplicity. A weak spot, he had told the king. He had come to find one. Now he was not entirely sure which of them was more exposed.

He was fortunate right now. "Your wife is already yours. I am unable to join you, "Grunting, I "She doesn't care," I snarled back at him, maintaining his stare while I continued, "But I care. Besides, I have someone waiting for me back home. He could not be pleased to find that you want me," I could obviously see the effect of this further blow to his ego in his eyes. He was enraged, but he didn't let it show on me. Instead, he calmly stated to me, "I am the Drakkon King. I can obtain anything I desire, even you, and nothing will stop me from gaining you."

There’s actual fanfare, from real trumpets, and the huge doors open to admit me. All thoughts of Ashton or anyone else clear my mind entirely. I instantly focused on Owen, seated on his throne, the crown of our thoughts again hair. The King’s crown is simple, polish-focused with peaks that rise in the shape of fangs; the pack legend is that they’re actual werewolf teeth. I suppose now that I’m about to be queen, I cI'dfind out. I sl a list of s all the weird things I’ve always wanted to know. Since life around Aconitum Hall seems like it’s going to be pretty boring, maybe I can write a definitive history of the pack or something.

The King clamored roiled, sending them flying against the wall with a furious wave of his hand. They groaned out as their backs contact with the wall. The king reached his hand out, as if grabbing someone and a woman appeared, her neck gripped tightly by his fingers turning claws as they stabbed through her neck. "No, not my mother!" "You demons are so weak, your master is nothing but opprobrious and pity, turning you into milk-and-water" the king hollered and he tightened his grip and with a snap, he let her body drop on the floor dead, her body slowly turning into dust and flee across the room.

Chapter 10: Growing Desire The king watched as Isabel's eyes widened in shock at his decree. He had to stifle a smile as she stumbled over her words while her face paled with worry. In truth, King Lucian had no doubt about her loyalty. He was merely teasing her. There was something about her that roused a sense of delight within him, something he couldn't quite put into words.

King's struggling not to finish, so I grind back against him, eliciting a deep growl from him as his grip tightens. “Stop,” he growls, his voice rough with restraint. But I don’t stop. I push back against him, teasing him further as Caleb continues to thrust into me with a relentless rhythm. King’s grip tightens, and his hips slam into me, his control slipping as he growls my name, his body pressing harder against mine.

If I don't understand exactly who they are, I'm no good to the Federation or King. It takes ten minutes for his men to get below us. King's clawed hand comes out and grasps mine. We stand after leaving the cave and he towers over me. He's mostly behaved, grabbing my breast aside, and I have no idea why King was worried about what would happen. I can easily handle a momentary stray hand.

If caution is not exercised, the two individuals are likely to succumb to its grasp. Alaric's hand shot out and seized the creature's neck, his grip tight as if he were wrestling with a wild beast. His eyes were fixed on the king, and a fierce determination was etched on his face as he seemed to contemplate throttling the monarch. This revelation served to reinforce what had been relayed to him by the Blood Faction.