Claimed by the Vampire King

Chapter 10: The Dark Awakening

The victory felt hollow.

We won the battle, but the war inside me was raging.

The power — my blood — was changing faster than I could control.

That night, after the fight, Damian carried me to the bedroom, covered in sweat and blood.

He stripped us both slowly, eyes never leaving mine.

"You're hurt," I said, touching a gash on his chest.

"It's nothing."

He pushed me gently onto the bed.

His mouth was on me before I could protest — kissing, licking, healing with his tongue.

Every touch ignited me.

I pulled him down, needing him closer.

"Take me," I whispered.

He did — slow at first, savoring.

Then harder when I begged.

Fangs in my neck.

Hands pinning my wrists.

I arched, meeting every thrust.

The bond flared, sharing everything — pleasure, pain, power.

I felt his hunger.

He felt my darkness rising.

When he bit deeper, I came instantly — intense, shattering.

He followed, growling my name, filling me.

We didn't stop.

Round after round.

On the bed.

Against the window.

In the shower again.

His fangs everywhere — neck, shoulder, breast, thigh.

Each bite sending me higher.

I bit him back — human teeth, but the bond made it burn for him.

He loved it.

By dawn, we were exhausted, bodies marked, sheets ruined.

He held me close.

"You're glowing," he murmured.

I looked at my hands — silver light pulsing softly.

"It's getting stronger."

He kissed my palm. "Good. We need it."

But his eyes held worry.

The next day, Mira returned.

"The power is awakening fully," she said. "Your blood can do more than heal vampires."

"What else?"

"Control them. Bend wills. Even create new ones without biting."

Damian tensed. "That's forbidden magic."

"It's her blood," Mira said. "Ancient. The first vampire's line."

I felt it then — the pull.

I looked at Victor — Damian's second — standing guard.

Without thinking, I whispered, "Kneel."

He dropped to his knees instantly, eyes wide.

Damian stared.

I released him.

Victor stood, shaking.

"I'm sorry," I said.

Damian pulled me close.

"You're becoming something new."

"Scared?"

"Terrified," he admitted. "And proud."

That night, the hunger hit harder.

I woke him with my mouth on him.

He groaned, hands in my hair.

Then flipped me, taking control.

Fangs in my inner thigh.

I screamed in pleasure.

He drank, then entered me from behind.

Rough.

Possessive.

I pushed back, meeting him.

The power flared with every thrust.

Silver light filled the room.

We came together — bond exploding.

After, he held me.

"The council will fear you now."

"Good."

But the voice returned.

Louder.

"Take them all."

I pushed it down.

But it was closer.

The darkness was winning.

And part of me wanted it to.