Prologue
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𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰’𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖
— Turning Page, Sleeping At Last
Selene ran.
She didn’t know where she was going, and she didn’t care. She only knew she had to get away.
Her heels struck the polished floor as she ran, each step echoing through the halls. Her breath came in short, shaky gasps, her mind replaying the same horrifying images over and over, like a nightmare she couldn’t escape.
Drake was a werewolf.
Keiran was a vampire.
The man she almost married was a monster.
The man she couldn’t stop thinking about was something even darker.
Oh god, she thought, chest tight. What did I get myself into?
She pushed open the heavy fire-exit door and almost fell inside. The stairwell was cold and dim. Her footsteps echoed on the concrete. She slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Her legs gave out.
She slid down to the floor, shaking. They’re both not human, she thought. And they were fighting over me. Over me!
She pressed her hands to her face, trying to slow her breathing. All I wanted was revenge. All I wanted was a quiet life. How did it turn into this?
Tears tried to come, but she blinked them back. No time to cry. She needed to think.
What do I do now?
She closed her eyes, trying to calm down. Then she felt it. A cold breeze touched her skin. The smell of cedar and sandalwood filled the air, familiar and strong.
Her eyes snapped open.
Keiran stood in front of her, leaning against the opposite wall. His silver eyes stayed on her, calm and steady. His face gave nothing away, but something in his look made her stomach flip.
He looked normal now. No fangs. No red glowing eyes. Just the same beautiful man who had been stuck in her head since the day they met.
How did he get here so fast? she wondered. She scrambled up, hand reaching for the door handle.
“We need to talk, Selene,” he said, voice low and calm. “I know you have questions.”
She froze. Her hand hovered over the handle, but she couldn’t open the door.
She turned to look at him, heart pounding. “K-Keiran…” She swallowed hard, voice shaking. “Be honest with me. Are you… are you…”
She couldn’t finish.
“I am a what, Selene?” he asked, stepping closer. He lifted his hand. His fingers brushed her trembling lips. Those silver eyes held hers, burning so hard it made her breath catch.
“You are… you are a vampire,” she finally whispered.
He said nothing. Just looked at her. His silence told her everything. Selene let out a shaky breath.
“You have nothing to be afraid of, Selene,” he said softly.
“Nothing to be afraid of?” She gave a bitter little laugh, trying to sound strong. “You’re a vampire. Vampires drink blood, right? Is that why you always look at me like that? I just found out my ex is a werewolf, and now the man I’m attracted to is a vampire.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I think I’m going crazy.”
Keiran’s eyes glowed with satisfaction at her words. “I know you’ve read about vampires,” he said, voice low and smooth. “But I guarantee you, not everything you’ve read is true. I will never hurt you, Selene.”
She looked at him, searching his face. She shouldn’t trust him. He was a vampire, for God’s sake. But something deep inside her—something wild—told her to believe him.
“Why should I trust you?” she asked, trying to hold onto her rationality. “Drake is a werewolf, and he cheated on me. What makes you different from him?”
His expression shifted. It was small, but she felt the dark feeling coming off him. “Don’t ever compare me to a dog from some insignificant pack,” he said, voice cold. “I am Keiran Draculis. I am the Vampire King.”
He stepped closer, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. She could smell his scent, intoxicating and familiar.
“Y-you’re a king?” she breathed.
Keiran couldn’t stop himself. He leaned in and breathed deep against her neck. She trembled. Her body was already betraying her. She felt wetness spreading between her thighs.
God, why? she thought. I’m already wet. Just from his look? Just from his smell?
“I am,” he murmured against her skin. “Aetera Mea… Vaelra Mea.” My fated. My queen.
“What does that mean?” she asked, voice shaking. “You always say that. Tell me what it means.”
He pulled back. His silver eyes burned into hers. “It means you are my fated, Selene. You are my queen. You belong only to me.”
Her eyes went wide. “What—that’s—how—”
“You are not what you think you are, Vaelra Mea,” he said, voice low and intense. “You are more than you know.”
She stared at him, mind spinning. What did he mean? “K-Keiran, wait... this is too much,” she said, shaking her head. “I need—”
He cut her off, pinning her against the door. His body pressed hard against hers. His eyes burned with need. “I am the only one who knows everything about you, Selene,” he whispered. “If you want the truth, all you have to do is ask.”
And then he kissed her.
It was short, but it hit her hard. His mouth crashed onto hers. His tongue pushed straight in—thick, hot, wet—licking deep into her mouth, curling around her tongue, stroking the roof of her mouth.
He sucked her tongue hard, pulled it into his mouth, then released it so he could bite her bottom lip until it stung. When he pulled back, a thin string of spit still connected their lips and stretched between them.
Her heart raced. Heat flooded her whole body. Her pussy throbbed and clenched on nothing.
When he pulled away, she didn’t want him to stop. She grabbed his collar and yanked him back.
“Fuck,” he breathed against her mouth. “Your arousal. I can smell it. You’re already dripping.”
God, he can smell how wet I am, she thought, face burning. My panties are soaked. “Do all vampires have such a sharp sense of smell?” she asked, trying to tease even though her heart was racing.
He looked at her, eyes glowing. “Don’t tease me, my queen. I’ve waited eight hundred years just to touch you.”
She blinked. “E-Eight hundred years? W-What?”
“Yes,” he said voice low, thick with longing. “I’ve searched for you for eight hundred fucking years. I’ve longed for you for so long, and I am a starved man.”
He breathed in deep, eyes closing. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”
Selene didn’t know what came over her. Maybe it was stress. Maybe it was how badly she wanted him.
She pulled him closer and kissed him.
Keiran froze for half a second. Then he felt how much she wanted it and he answered hard. His tongue shoved into her mouth again, deeper this time, fucking it with long wet strokes.
She tasted him, dark and rich. He tasted every part of her mouth, licking the inside of her cheeks, sucking her tongue, biting her lip again until she whimpered. Their lips moved slow and dirty. Tongues slid and curled.
His hands moved over her body, gripping her waist, her hips, fingers digging into soft skin. He shoved her skirt up around her waist in one rough move.
His palm slid up her bare thigh, higher, until his fingers brushed the soaked crotch of her panties. He growled low when he felt how wet she was—the cloth stuck to her pussy lips, warm and slick, a dark wet patch already spreading.
“Are you this wet for me, Vaelra Mea?” he whispered against her lips. “Your panties are soaked. I can feel your juices through the fabric.”
God, yes, she thought. I’m soaked. It’s dripping down my thighs.
He didn’t wait. He pushed her panties aside, the wet fabric sticking for a second before it moved.
His finger slid straight between her folds, coating itself in her thick juices. He spread her open with two fingers, looking down for a second like he wanted to see how pink and shiny she was, then found her entrance and pressed the tip against it. He felt the heat and how her cunt fluttered and tried to suck him in.
She gasped, hands gripping his arms tight.
“Oh, K-Keiran…” she moaned, eyes fluttering shut. “Your finger… it feels so hot…”
He rubbed his finger up and down her slit slowly, spreading her open wider, circling her swollen clit with the pad of his finger. Her wetness made soft, filthy wet sounds with every stroke—slick and sticky. He pressed harder on her clit, rubbing tight little circles until her hips jerked.
“You like this, Vaelra Mea?” he murmured, dark and teasing. “You like my fingers on your wet little pussy? Look how much you’re dripping for me.”
Yes… God, yes, she thought, grinding against his hand, making his fingers even wetter. More juice leaked out of her and coated his skin.
“Use your words,” he said softly. “Tell me, Selene.”
“Y-yes,” she gasped. “I love it. Please Keiran…
“Please what?”
“P-Pleasure me with your fingers,” she begged. “I want you inside me… please, Keiran, put them in…”
He kissed her deep again, tongue plunging in time with the finger he pushed into her dripping hole.
Her tight walls sucked him in right away—hot, slick, greedy, pulsing around him. He worked the single finger in and out slowly at first, feeling every little squeeze of her cunt, the way her juices made everything slippery.
Then he added a second finger, stretching her open. She moaned into his mouth as he pushed both deep, curling them to rub that soft, swollen spot inside her. The wet sound of his fingers fucking her, filled the stairwell.
“Fucking hell,” he breathed, voice thick. “So tight. So fucking wet for me. Your pussy is sucking my fingers in like it doesn’t want to let go.”
I’m so wet for him, she thought, half-dizzy. It feels so good… so full…
He pumped his fingers harder, faster, curling them every time he pulled out so they dragged against that sweet spot. His thumb pressed firm circles on her clit at the same time.
Her juices ran down his hand in thick streaks and dripped onto the concrete floor. She was so responsive, body arching into every thrust, hips rolling and grinding to take him deeper, thighs shaking.
“Ahh, Keiran,” she cried out, head falling back against the door. “Deeper… please, deeper…”
“That’s it,” he said against her neck. “Take my fingers. Ride them. Fuck yourself on my hand.”
He leaned in, mouth latching onto her neck. He sucked hard, teeth scraping, then bit gently—not breaking skin, but hard enough to leave a dark mark—before licking the spot with the flat of his tongue, tasting her sweat and the salt of her skin.
“K-Keiran,” she moaned, hips moving faster now, openly fucking herself on his fingers. Her cunt made louder wet sounds with every thrust. “Please, I need—”
“What do you need, Vaelra Mea?” he whispered, voice dark and commanding against her throat. “Tell me. Say it loud.”
“Y-You,” she gasped. “I need you. Please… don’t stop… I’m so close…”
He could feel her walls starting to flutter and tighten hard around his fingers. Her breathing turned into short, desperate pants. Her moans rose higher and higher. He thrust deeper, faster, the wet squelch of her cunt around his fingers loud and filthy. Juice kept dripping down his wrist.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let go for me, my queen. Come on my fingers. I want to feel your tight little pussy squeeze me. Soak my hand.”
She cried out as the orgasm hit her hard. Her body shook violently. Her cunt clamped down on his fingers in strong, pulsing waves, squeezing so tight it almost pushed him out before sucking him back in.
“Ohh… Keiran!” she screamed, voice echoing off the concrete walls. “God… I’m coming… I’m coming so hard…”
Thick wetness flooded his hand, soaking his fingers and palm completely, dripping between them onto the floor. She buried her face in his neck, moaning his name over and over as wave after wave tore through her, her thighs trembling hard against his.
God… it feels so good… she thought, half out of her mind. My pussy won’t stop pulsing…
Her legs gave out. For a second her vision went white. But before she could fall, his strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her up.
He cradled her against his chest, holding her close while her body still shook with aftershocks, his fingers still buried deep inside her pulsing heat, feeling every little twitch and squeeze.
She opened her eyes, vision still blurry. She was trembling against him, body weak and spent, cunt still twitching and dripping around the fingers he hadn’t pulled out yet.
He looked down at her, a small, satisfied smile on his lips. “I’ve got you,” he whispered.
She didn’t have the strength to argue.
She just let him hold her, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release.
