Forbidden Pregnancy for the Vampire Prince

Chapter two

He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. My stomach twisted with nerves, and a sudden chill raced across my skin. He smelled like winter, a scent that was dangerously addictive.

I swallowed hard. My words failed me. My body was reacting with a far greater intensity than my voice ever could. My wolf wasn't snarling; she was leaning in, hungry for the coldness he radiated.

"You should be running," he whispered, his breath a cool mist against my neck. "You should be calling your guards. So why are you still sitting here, Kira?"

Hearing my name on his tongue made my muscles lock.

"How do you know my name?" I whispered, finally finding my voice.

He let out a low, dark chuckle. "The Lycan Princess isn't as invisible as she thinks, especially when she’s glowing with this much heat."

He reached out, his pale fingers tracing my jawline. His touch was freezing, yet it sent a fire through my veins. "Only strong Lycans carry this much energy. I'm wondering why a princess is hiding in a rowdy club like this."

I knew I should get up. I should walk away and never look back. But the way he looked at me as if I were the only thing in the room, was something I had never felt. Not from my father, and certainly not from Malakai.

"I’m Cessian," he said, his silver eyes locking onto mine. "If you aren’t going to report me... how about we do something for fun?"

"Fun?" I asked.

He leaned closer, blurring my thoughts. I found my eyes drifting to his lips. A magnetic thrill pulled at my core, growing stronger with every second. My internal heat was rising, turning my blood to molten lead.

"Is the Lycan life all about duty and boring rituals?" Cessian murmured. He seemed to be feeding on my confusion, enjoying the way I was unraveling.

"I know how to have fun," I snapped, trying to reclaim my Alpha pride. It fell flat. My body betrayed me, leaning toward him.

"Then show me." He stood up, his gaze lingering. "Are all Alphas this striking, or is it just the royal blood?"

He held out his hand, palm up. I took it without hesitation.

I should've walked away, I know I should've turned around and stopped this madness.

I knew it. But something in me, something wild and reckless refused to move. So I took his hand.

He led me toward the VIP wing. The moment the door clicked shut, he pulled me into a kiss. His hands glided over my skin, and fire surged through my veins.

I tried to pull back, but the sensation was overwhelming.

"You just hit your cycle," he whispered against my lips. "You’re in rut."

Panic flared in my chest. I pushed him away, breathing heavily. My body was burning, and my wolf began to scream, clawing at the walls of my mind.

"I have to go," I gasped, though I couldn't move.

"You won't make it to the door tasting like that," he said. He moved toward me until I was caged against the wall. His fingers flicked my jaw, forcing me to look at him. My body trembled.

"What are you afraid of?" he whispered. "You’re holding back when I can help you through the heat. Or do you only trust wolves?"

I needed suppressants, but I didn't have them. My only relief was standing right in front of me in vampire form.

"What if..." I started, my senses wavering. I could barely see the room anymore, but his voice was steady.

"Pregnancy? Vampires can’t get werewolves pregnant," he whispered, pulling me toward the bed. "I can fill you up without consequences."

He spoke with the conviction of a scientist. "Our blood is dead; yours is high-heat. It’s a biological impossibility. I can give you exactly what your body is shouting for, and there will be no fallout."

I didn’t reply. I pulled his head down and kissed him violently.

It was a clash of frost and fire. His lips were cold, but they ignited a desperation in me I couldn't control. He grabbed my waist, lifting me easily. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my wetness soaking through my lace underwear against him. He dropped me onto the silk sheets, and the contact sent a fresh jolt of electricity through my spine. My eyes lost focus. My rut had never been this cruel.

He stripped his shirt in one motion, revealing a chest that looked carved from white marble, hard, smooth, and freezing. His silver eyes glowed with a hungry light as his hands reached for my clothes.

"You're burning up," he grunted, his hands sliding up my legs to hook into the waistband of my leather pants.

He pulled my clothes away, leaving me exposed under the dim blue lights. When his hands finally touched the bare skin of my inner thighs, I let out a long, shaky moan.

He crawled between my legs, his knees prying me open. He grazed my neck with his fangs, sending a wave of terrifying pleasure through my core.

"Don't worry, little wolf," he whispered. "There is no danger in this."

He pushed forward slowly, testing my resistance. I was already dripping, my body primed by the rut to accept him. He buried himself inside me in one deep, heavy thrust. I let out a sharp cry, my fingers digging into his arms. He was thicker than I expected, and the sensation of him filling me to the brink was overwhelming.

The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room.

"Cessian... ah!" I cried out, my voice hitching.

He groaned, his face contorting with the effort. "Your heat is delicious."

He flipped me over, grabbing my hips. His fingers left marks on my skin as he drove into me from behind. Instead of the burn fading, it ignited further.

"Don’t stop," I whispered into the dark.

He pulled me up, kneeling behind me, his back to my chest as he continued. His hands gripped my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my n*****s. I was losing my mind. The world was reduced to the feeling of him sliding in and out and the icy silk of his skin.

Finally, he pinned my arms above my head. His silver gaze burned into my gold eyes. He moved with a frantic, desperate speed.

"I'm close," he hissed, his grip tightening.

"Do it," I sobbed, my c****x rippling through me.

I felt my walls contract around him. He let out a guttural roar as he delivered one final thrust, pinning me to the mattress. I felt the surge of his release. I screamed one last time, my body shaking with the force of an o****m that felt like it was tearing my soul apart.

When I opened my eyes, he was gone. He had vanished into the shadows, but I believed him. I truly believed him.

Vampires can't get werewolves pregnant.

"Kira? Are you even in the room with us?"

Halloway’s voice snapped me back to reality.