Claimed by the Vampire King

Chapter 17: The Queen's Dominion

The crown wasn't heavy.

It was intoxicating.

Power flowed through me like blood — constant, alive.

Damian watched me with a mix of awe and hunger.

He knew I was changing.

And he loved it.

That night, after the last rebels surrendered, we celebrated alone.

In the throne room.

I sat on the throne.

He knelt before me.

"My Queen."

I pulled him up by his shirt.

"Your Queen wants her King."

He grinned — dark, feral.

I pushed him down on the steps.

Straddled him.

The light flared, wrapping around us.

His hands on my thighs, gripping hard.

I leaned down, fangs — my own fangs now — grazing his throat.

He groaned.

I bit.

His blood on my tongue — rich, powerful.

Pleasure exploded.

I rode him there — on the throne steps.

Slow, controlling.

His hands pinned above his head by light.

He submitted completely.

Thrusting up when I allowed.

Begging when I stopped.

I released him.

He flipped us, taking control.

Fangs in my neck.

Thrusting deep, hard.

The throne shook with our rhythm.

We came together — light and darkness merging.

Bond complete.

After, he held me on the throne.

"The world is ours."

"Yes."

But the voice — my voice now — whispered.

"More."

The next day, the human world noticed.

News reports of "mysterious disappearances" — vampires who refused my rule.

I didn't kill them.

I changed them.

Made them loyal.

Damian stood beside me as I addressed the vampire nation.

"No more hiding."

"We rule openly."

Some cheered.

Some feared.

All obeyed.

That night, in our bed, he took me slowly.

Kissing every mark.

Every bite.

"Forever," he whispered.

"Forever," I replied.

But as power grew, so did the hunger.

For blood.

For control.

For more.

I was Queen.

And the night was mine.

The end... or the beginning.