Elijah: The Vampire King (The Hybrid Series) Book 8

(s****l Content) A Long Time Ago...... Johrir I had been following leads to find my sister's killer along with the Supremes, and I was close to finding the wicked witch, but she was always a step ahead of me. Years passed, and I was on a rampage trying to find that witch; I killed so many, and my loyal soldiers were just as ruthless, and I trusted them. My second-in-command, Jemmont, was making sure things ran smoothly when I wasn't in the Kingdom on my missions. I made a promise to Jade, my father, and the Supremes to avenge them, and I will do it; I ended up meeting my mate on one of my missions. I went home, where the ceremony had happened, and she became Queen; she had my firstborn, Elijah, and he was the apple of my eye and a piece of my heart. I loved him, and I love my Queen, Mina; I was on a break but still had my men tracking down every lead. My son was about thirteen months old when I got a magical alarm that someone was at the Supreme's tomb. I always wore the key around my neck, but it didn't look like a traditional key, so no one ever knew but the Elders, who were sworn to secrecy. The witch had laid a trap for my second-in-command and me; he was killed, and I was forced to be at her side, but I made a last-minute request. I told her, "Give me one night with my wife, and I will be with you," and she granted my request; I went home and saw all the people who worked for her in the castle. They had a special mark, including my wife's protection detail and my son's nanny; I had a spell placed on me so I couldn't reveal the truth to anyone, and I made love to Mina that night. I visited my sleeping five-year-old after my wife went to sleep, waking him and spending a little time with him before he was asleep again, I left a note telling Mina, "I would be gone for a while," I couldn't tell her the truth like I wanted to, so badly but hoped that she would figure out my little puzzle in the end. I headed back towards Vivianne's coven, stopping by Jemmont's wife's house on the way; she had her son, "Little Kolie," as I called him. Leaving Jemmont's bracelet for his son, and that was the last time I ever saw my Kingdom, I went back to that b***h and after a public ritual and mating. I woke up the next morning next to her, feeling her coven; I hated that I was her King, her s*x slave, and she forced me to do her bidding with threats of killing my family. Over the years, she kept me as her puppet on a leash, to f**k her whenever she wanted it to the point that I started loving it. She has my power, my family's power, and she will stop at nothing to be the ultimate force; I regret not fighting hard to go back to my family, and as time moves on and memories fade because of a spell, I hope Elijah becomes the best he could be in my absence and one day avenge me. ****** Many Years Later Elijah It was raining for a few days, and the land was gloomy; my mother had been at her residence since I became King a few years ago. My birthday celebration happened a few days ago, before the weather changed, and I looked up at the dark clouds, wondering if it was bad luck. The Elders are pushing for me to take a bride so we can have future heirs for the throne, keeping it in our bloodline; my sister, since the attack, lived in the human territory, and I keep in touch when I can. As far as the Kingdom knew, she was dead along with my father, so they didn't want to take any chances. Amara was brutally raped and left for dead; no one knew she survived, and she was hidden away to give birth to a son who was to be sent back to her rapist. Unfortunately, I couldn't do that, so he was being raised by a low-level family in the Kingdom who swore secrecy to the crown, and he will never know of his true heritage. However, I made sure the family was well compensated so they wouldn't struggle to raise him. The Rogue King was killed a long time ago during the civil war for the vacant Supreme Throne, but no one can sit on that throne; many have tried and failed, even dying because the throne was sacred, chosen by the Goddess. I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt arms go around me; it was Jonx, who is my current lover. Most noble male vampires are bisexual, although women can be bisexual as well; it is rare unless they are fully gay, and we have tendencies to be mated in a triad. Although we can choose mates, once fated, it can be either s*x; I felt his kiss on my neck, whispering, "Come back to bed, Your Majesty," and I moaned. I felt him grab a fist full of c**k stroking it as I got hard looking out the window, he slowly strokes it saying, "f**k me, my lord, I want to feel your sweet c**k in my ass again, make me scream your name behind these walls at the shared enjoyment of it," feeling his fangs in my shoulder drinking from me. I was painfully hard again at his sweet words, turning me on as it was very intimate when we drank from each other. I turned around as Jonx smiled, kneeling and placing his sweet mouth around my hardened c**k, I closed my eyes at the feeling, grabbing a fist full of hair as I built a rhythm f*****g his mouth. He gagged as I looked at him, being greedy, trying to take my huge c**k down his throat. "f**k," I moaned, feeling my release approaching, but he kept going, linking me, "Feed me, my lord," and I shot my c*m down his throat as he swallowed every drop. I looked at him as I breathed heavily; he had blue eyes, which were full of red spots, but he had darker blonde hair that touched his back. He was biracial, but his mother's genes stuck out more; his father was in the Arm Guards, and he was a noble. He loves men, so he will have to take a female to bed to produce heirs in the future on the side, a law I planned to change. He got on the bed, baring his ass to me, and I smiled as the rain got louder outside; the Palace was quiet at this time except for our loud moans echoing down the hall The moans in the room were very raw and loud; Jonx loved how I was bottoming him out, and he grabbed the sheets as his face flustered, biting the pillow. I knew that I was hitting his sweet spot as he couldn't catch himself between breaths, his eyes filled with sweet tears from the feeling, his c**k hard as I buried my c**k deeper in his ass, hearing the slapping of skin echoing in the room. I admit it felt amazing as I slapped his ass; I loved seeing him just a little like this as his toes curled, ready to climax, but I held back because I love torturing him, love hearing him beg for more c**k, begging me to make him c*m. I wasn't sure what to do with him, but I knew I wanted to spend a lot of time with him; he was special to me, and he would be treated as my male concubine. I heard his scream as I approached my climax and sped up my thrusting; I bit his neck, drinking as I release my seed deep in his ass, and he c*m on the sheets, both of us in a haze from our blood sharing. ****** I woke up with Jonx on my chest, and I remembered the wild night I had with my lover; he was asleep, and I smiled, moving the hair out of his face. He was a gorgeous man, and I kissed his forehead; I got out of bed and took a bath, waiting to face the workday outside. I turned around and saw Jonx wearing my robe, smiling, saying, "Is your plate full today, or can we have lunch together?" I smiled and pulled him in for a kiss, saying, "If I keep you in my bed, people will get the wrong idea; they might think that I plan to mate you," and he smiled, saying, "So what, my lord?" I felt my hard-on again and said, "Not lunch, but you can meet me for dinner," and I walked out, saying, "I will have you moved to the next room," and closed the door. He is my favorite concubine, although I enjoy women just as much; I met up with the elders, who stated that we had a war brewing again because they think I am a weak King. After all, I stayed complacent in matters and laughed it off because I would let them come if they thought I was so weak; I haven't fought in a long time. As the years went on, they realized that I was not so easy to overthrow, and they fell in line while I executed the traitors. Jonx remained in my bed, and no other man was allowed to touch him; I was jealous when it came to him, but I still held out for a mate. Jonx lived lavishly, and he became good friends with my mother; I think she had accepted him, and I thought maybe I should make it official with him. However, the elders wouldn't allow it even if I tried, and I had to think about my Kingdom and what was best for them. I reached out to my sister, who had decided to become a healer, and she was doing well in the human territory; there were also rumors of demons running around, and although I had met King Samuel before, his demons were not allowed to roam here because they caused too much havoc running around in Ravena, whether provoked or not.