Her Vampire King: A Dark Vampire Romance (Royally Mated Book 4)

  Her Vampire King

  Bianca Cole

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  Contents

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  1. Vladimir

  2. Rosie

  3. Vladimir

  4. Rosie

  5. Vladimir

  6. Rosie

  7. Vladimir

  8. Rosie

  9. Vladimir

  10. Rosie

  11. Vladimir

  12. Rosie

  13. Vladimir

  14. Rosie

  15. Vladimir

  16. Rosie

  17. Vladimir

  18. Rosie

  19. Vladimir

  20. Rosie

  21. Vladimir

  22. Rosie

  23. Vladimir

  24. Rosie

  25. Vladimir

  26. Epilogue

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  They told me not to enter London and now I know why.

  The scent of blood is overwhelming. Only the most powerful vampires could stand a chance of resisting. My steel willpower is being tested, but no one is as strong as me.

  Until I scent her.

  A blood that calls to me.

  A blood that drives me insane.

  A blood I can’t resist.

  I stalk her through the streets, tracking her. When I get my hands on her, the need is too difficult to resist. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Vampires don’t mate, but this connection feels deep and sacred.

  My people have wanted me to take a wife for decades. It looks like I’ve just found her. They won’t like it, but I don’t care. I’m claiming this tasty, stunning human as my own.

  They will want to stop me, I’d like to see them try. No one can defeat me. I’ll protect her, if it's the last thing I do.

  1

  Vladimir

  “I advise against you going anywhere near a city at all, least of all London itself.” Alastair shakes his head. “It’s not a suitable place for a vampire.”

  I crack my neck. “Who else is going to find the chalice?”

  Serg bows his head. “With the greatest of respect, your highness, most vampires that enter any human city end up going insane with blood lust.”

  I slam my fist down on the boardroom table, cracking it right through the middle. “Well, I’m not most vampires, am I?” I can’t tell you how many boardroom tables we’ve gone through in the past two months.

  Alastair clears his throat. “No, you’re not.” He bites his cheek. “The humans hid the chalice in the city to ensure we can’t get near it.”

  I clench my fists by my side. This conversation is pointless. Once I’ve decided I’m doing something, then no one will change my fucking mind. Alastair should know this by now. They took My father’s chalice, and I won’t rest until it’s back in my possession. The shifters are fucking ballsy to come into my territory and take it. It’s been in my family for years.

  Bastards.

  The chalice of Heverdes is important to the survival of our kind, and we need to get it back. We’re night bound without it. If it’s not in a vampire’s hands, we can’t walk in the sun.

  Since yesterday morning, all of us have had to stay indoors during the day. Hundreds of vampires were caught outside, unaware, and died—rage coils through me as I think about it.

  My advisors want to bargain with the group who took it. I know there is no point. They took it because they want to weaken and end our kind.

  “If we could negotiate—”

  I hold my hand up, stopping Serg before he can say anymore. “No, I don’t want to hear any more bullshit about negotiating.” Moving my chair back, I stand and pace the floor of my office. “They didn’t steal the chalice to negotiate. They stole it to weaken us. As king, I intend to get it back.”

  Javid stands. “I agree with you, your highness. The wolves and humans want to weaken us. There’s nothing we can offer them that would entice them to return the chalice.”

  I clap my hands. “It’s settled then. Alastair, ensure a vehicle is ready to take me into London at dusk.”

  He glares at Javid before bowing his head in defeat. “Right away, your highness.” I watch as he gets up and walks away.

  “Javid, what do we know about the group who took it?”

  He clears his throat. “We believe they congregate at the Tower of London, and that’s likely where they’ll keep the chalice.”

  Not ideal. The Tower of London is a fortress and central. It means I’m going to be in London for longer than I’d hoped. “That’s a little problematic.” I pace the floor, trying to think of how I can get in there without being detected. “I’ll have to move tonight, but they will be guarding it.” I run a hand through my cropped hair.

  Javid sighs. “I hate to admit it, sir, but I believe Alastair may be right.”

  My eyes snap up to meet his. “Are you suggesting that your king is incapable of getting back the chalice?”

  Javid shakes his head. “No, I’m merely saying it’s not a one-man job, but unfortunately, I fear you are the only one who can safely travel into London without going insane.”

  I know Javid is right. This job needs an army, but it’s too much of a risk. There’s no vampire alive that has the restraint I have when it comes to feeding.

  London’s population has grown significantly since the reveal of the paranormal beings amongst humans. Over thirty million humans are crammed into the city, making the blood call almost impossible to resist for most.

  I’m not certain I can resist it, but I have to try. The chalice is key to our kind’s survival, and I won’t stand by while the wolf shifters tear that away from us. Their fear of our kind is out of control. Humans and shifters have brutalized us in too many stories, movies, and television. Yes, vampires feed on human blood to survive, but we don’t kill unnecessarily. We drink from blood bags unless we have a willing human.

  A lot of humans don’t realize the erotic pleasure of feeding.

  “Sir?” Javid snaps me from my daze.

  I shake my head. “Don’t worry, If anyone can pull this off, it’s me, and you know it.”

  He nods. “Indeed, I do.”

  Javid knows when to lay off as there’s no way in hell I’
m not going into that city tonight. If I die or get captured trying to find my father’s chalice, so be it.

  Alastair returns. “I’ve got a vehicle ready, and I will drive you.”

  My eyes narrow. “Why isn’t Serg driving me?”

  Alastair swallows hard. “He’s otherwise engaged at the moment.”

  I chuckle, shaking my head. “Not feeding on that human again?”

  Alastair nods. “Yeah, I think he’s getting a little out of hand. He can hardly tear himself out of bed with her.”

  I shrug. “It’s up to Serg what he does in his spare time. Fine, are you ready to leave?”

  “Yes, sir.” Alastair bows his head.

  I clap my hands. “Good, I will get ready in my room. I’ll meet you outside in ten minutes.” I walk away, not waiting for his reply.

  Going into London without a significant feed would be a bad idea, and my little pet will be all too willing to bend to my needs.

  David is a human who is desperate to become one of us. Many of my men find it odd I selected a male, although they wouldn’t voice it to me. I see it in their eyes, but little do they know that my choice is a strength. I ensure that I keep feeding and pleasure separate.

  Some vampires get too addicted to one human. My driver, Gregor, has succumbed to such weakness, bonding too deeply with Karla. A woman who can’t wait to find a way to become one of us—little do they know that there’s no known way to turn. It’s not unknown for vampires to fall in love with humans, which is expressly forbidden, but not often enforced.

  I enter my room to find David lounging on his bed. He sits up when I enter, bowing his head in respect. “Good evening, sir.”

  I grunt, pulling off my jacket and throwing it onto the chair in the corner. “I need to feed.”

  He’s all too willing to oblige, standing and pulling his shirt off to give me better access. Unfortunately, the humans we feed on get attached, no matter their sexual orientation. A vampire’s bite is addictive. The pleasure they get from it outweighs the pain.

  He bites his lip, shuddering in anticipation as my fangs lengthen. “Be ready for a long draw, I need strength tonight, David.”

  He nods enthusiastically. “No problem, sir.”

  I grab him and sink my fangs into his neck, piercing the vein.

  He squirms as I start to draw blood from him, feeling the power as it imbues every muscle in my body—the magic of human blood. People say humans aren’t magical, but I beg to differ. There’s something in their blood that makes vampires strong enough to rip a wolf shifter in half. Although, I know there are thousands in the city of London, so I’m still going to have to take the stealth approach.

  David groans, eyes flickering shut. He’s addicted to the pleasure, and I know I should give him to a female vampire. It’s torture for him and confusing sexually for him, but I need to keep my mind clear. A male human has no appeal to me, although a lot of vampires don’t distinguish, believing pleasure is pleasure. I’m the oldest vampire in existence, and perhaps I’m a bit of a traditionalist.

  After taking enough blood, I withdraw my fangs.

  David shakes a little, and I have to steady him.

  “Take a seat, David.”

  He moves toward his bed on shaky limbs, sitting down and cupping his head in his hands. “My head kills.”

  I grit my teeth. “Sorry, I must have overfed.” I move toward my jacket and grab a vial of vampire toxin taken from our fangs. “Here, take some of this.” I pass the vial into his hand. “It will help.”

  He smiles weakly, before knocking it back. The color returns to his face, and he sighs, sinking back into the bed. “Thanks, Vlad.”

  I nod. “No worries, mate.” I move toward my wardrobe, stripping out of my suit. The blood spills on the white shirt aren’t exactly a good look if I want to sneak into a city undetected. I pull out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, which will help me look ordinary in a city full of millions of humans.

  I’m not exactly shy about undressing as I change my boxers, jeans, and t-shirt, despite knowing that David is watching. David’s interest in me is growing more and more by the day, which is another reason I should let him go to a female vampire. First, I’ll have to find another human to take his place.

  I turn around, fully dressed, to catch him stroking himself through his pants. I clear my throat, forcing him to stop. “I may not be back tonight, so don’t worry, I won’t need to feed on you again.” I nod toward the door. “You should get out of here and have some fun for the evening.”

  As if my words snap him out of a daze, he nods. “Okay, thank you, sir. Perhaps I will.”

  I nod and head out of the room, not looking back at my loyal blood giver. It’s time for me to cut him loose, as soon as I finish my task—the chalice is all that matters, and I will find it if it’s the last thing I do.

  2

  Rosie

  It’s getting late, and I’m already bored at the bar. My roommate, Alice, bailed on coming out to keep me company. I knock back the rest of my drink and stand, heading over to Kev. “Hey, I think I’m going to head home.”

  He glances up at me, eyes wide. “Really?” He steps closer, lowering his voice. “You know I don’t like leaving you to walk home on your own.”

  I nod, glancing around the packed bar. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Alice bailed, and I want to head back.” I shrug. “I had a long day at work.”

  Kev nods and finishes pulling a pint, before coming out from behind the bar. “Are you sure you’re okay walking home alone?”

  I nod, hugging my coat tightly around me. “I’m sure, Kev, I’ll be fine.” I glance at my watch, noticing it’s only ten o’clock. “It’s not even late, and with the pact between our city council and the wolves, we’ve never been safer.”

  He gives me an uncertain look before pulling me into a hug. “If I could get off early, I would walk you home.” He nods toward the bar he’s tending tonight.

  “I know.” I clap my best friend on the back and turn to leave.

  “Call me when you are home safe,” he calls after me.

  I glance over my shoulder, smiling. “I will call you. Speak later.”

  I slip onto the bustling streets of London. Kev is overly protective of me walking home alone at night, but since the wolf shifters moved in, crime has been at an all-time low. They police the streets, and no one dares stand against them. Vampires have all but abandoned the city entirely, making an ambush from one of them slim.

  I’m torn over whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing. Yes, we’re safer because of it, but is it safe to leave control of our city to beasts?

  I was only little when the truth about shifters, witches, fae, and vampires was revealed, and it’s been a struggle ever since for humans. It doesn’t help that all the species are at war with each other, particularly in Britain. It’s safer for humans to get help from wolf-shifters since they’ve got no ulterior motive.

  Vampires still use humans as blood-bags up north, but in the capital, we’re safe. The faeries want no association with humans or any other kind of creature because they’re self-important and stuck-up their asses. Dragons tend to lose control and burn down buildings or worse. Wolves are most certainly my favorite option to protect us—after all, dogs are man’s best friend. Witches don’t come into it, because they are few and far between.

  I grit my teeth as I take a left toward my apartment, hating that I have to leave the busy streets. It may be safer than it used to be, but something about quiet side streets gives me the creeps. Sometimes, I wish I was back in my small hometown in America.

  The situation there is much less fraught, but a mistake I made means I can never go back. I turn left onto the next street, quickening my footsteps. All I want is to get back to my apartment.

  “Rosie?” I freeze at the sound of that voice.

  Elias.

  A wolf shifter who was part of the pack I fled from in America. He was one of my friends, or at least, I believed he was until
the incident.

  How the hell is he here?

  My mind races, my heart pounds. I can’t decide whether I should pretend not to know Elias or not. Maybe I should make a run for it, but that would be fucking stupid. He could shift and track me down. I mean, doppelgangers do exist, and I could play that card. Elias knows me too well, though, and I’m a shit liar.

  “Is that you?” he asks, approaching me.

  Fuck.

  I haven’t seen a soul from my past life in America for over six years. “Yeah, it is. Good to see you, Elias.”

  His eyes narrow. “Do you realize the entire pack has searched for you for years?” he asks, voice not threatening, just shocked. He can’t do anything here, not within the city limits.

  I nod my head. “Yes, I...” I don’t know how to explain what happened.

  Would Elias even listen to me?

  My heart aches as I realize him seeing me here means I have to move. London has been my home for six years. I don’t want to leave my friends, my apartment, everything I’ve worked for. “Neil attacked me, Elias, I didn’t have a choice.”

  He tilts his head to the side. “I can believe that alright.” He shakes his head. “Neil was a bastard, particularly when it came to young human girls.”

  I bite my bottom lip. “Are you going to turn me in?”

  His blue eyes are kind and soft as he shakes his head. “Nah, I left the pack a couple of years ago, Rosie. You’ve got nothing to fear from me.”