Claimed by the Vampire King

Chapter 15: The Queen's Hunger

The power wasn't just changing me.

It was consuming me.

And I was letting it.

That night, after the council's surrender, Damian found me in the throne room — alone.

I sat on the ancient seat, silver light swirling around me like a crown.

He approached slowly.

"My Queen."

I smiled — dark, hungry.

"Come closer."

He did.

I pulled him into my lap, hands in his hair.

His eyes widened, but he submitted.

I kissed him — hard, possessive.

Fangs grazed his lip.

I bit — tasting his blood for the first time.

He groaned, body tensing.

The power flared.

Pleasure crashed through us both.

I flipped him, pinning him to the throne.

His shirt ripped under my hands.

My dress gone in seconds.

I rode him there — on the throne of his ancestors.

Slow, deliberate.

Controlling every move.

His hands on my hips, but I set the pace.

Fangs in his neck.

He came hard, growling my name.

I followed, light exploding.

The throne room echoed with our sounds.

After, he looked at me — awe and desire.

"You're becoming unstoppable."

"Good."

But the voice was loud now.

"Take more."

The next attack came from within.

A vampire from Damian's own line — jealous of my power — tried to assassinate me.

He failed.

I caught him mid-attack.

Silver light wrapped around him.

I could have killed him.

Instead, I bent his will.

"Swear loyalty."

He did — eyes glazed.

Damian watched, silent.

Later, in bed, he held me tight.

"You're scaring them."

"And you?"

He kissed my neck.

"I'm addicted."

We made love again — slower this time.

His fangs in my breast.

My hands controlling the light, heightening every sensation.

We came together, bond singing.

After, he whispered, "The darkness is winning."

I looked at him.

"Is it?"

He searched my eyes.

Silver, not human.

"I don't know anymore."

I kissed him.

"Then let it win."

The voice laughed.

The Queen was rising.

And no one could stop her.

Not even the King.