The Vampire King’s Captive

BRAN

“What are you doing?” Even to Bran’s ears, he could hear how panicked he sounded, and he had every right to be.

She’d shoved her fingers into the bands of her shorts and the only reason she would do something like that, was if she wanted to take it off. She’d said she wanted to have a bath, but she had to be joking, right?

Her eyes flew to his, confused. “A bath. I just…” She trailed off mid-sentence and he could see the moment when it hit her. “Oh.”

Yeah. Oh.

He couldn’t help himself as his thoughts drifted. What had she been about to do?

She’d told him that she was going to take a bath at the same time she’d attempted to take off her shorts, so there had been no time for him to process what was happening. Now that he was, he wondered if he should have let her take her shorts off if not for anything, for him to feed his eyes.

It was not news that Maria had a body that could bring a man to his knees and every time he stared at her, he was reminded of that anew. She was a curvy little thing with generous breasts and ass that made his mouth water and dick shoot hard as a pike every single time he looked at her.

It was annoying and so fucking uncomfortable. It was also unfortunate because the status of their relationship meant that he could not do anything about it. Well, maybe he could, but he was not going to do anything about it.

He was going to have to accept the fact that a mere look at her would always affect him. The sooner he accepted it, the better for him.

He was pulled back to the presence by her husky voice.

Even her voice was giving him a semi. Was there anything about her that he didn’t find sexy?

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” She told him, her voice soft and earnest. Then mumbling, she said, “Shit.”

Even though he didn’t say anything to her, he didn’t think there was any reason for her to apologise. He didn’t know why, but she was always so excited at the prospect of having a bath. Maybe she was one of those clean freaks that couldn’t stand dirt-or maybe she just couldn’t stand going days without bathing.

It was the third day after all and even though he wasn’t complaining, he couldn’t wait to get into the next town and have a long bath and rest. It would prompt his leg to heal quickly.

“You could turn around,” She tried again, her grey eyes alight with hope. “Or maybe go sit and wait on one of the rocks over there.” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder to where some rocks sat. “I just really need to have this bath.”

The area had deep slopes and on the other side of where the water flowed, were a set of huge rocks. It wasn’t far from where they currently stood and if he did wait there, he would have a direct view of her when she had her bath, unless he had his back to her and even though he could do that, he didn’t think that he wanted to.

If she was so adamant on having her bath, then he was going to get something out of it. He wouldn’t let her take out time they should have used to cover more ground and not be compensated for it.

When he realised where his thoughts were headed, he put an abrupt stop to it.

Fuck.

What the hell was he thinking right now?

Was he actually considering watching her as she bathed all in the name of compensation?

That was sick. Even for him.

With a curse, he turned away and marched towards the set of rocks she had pointed at. “You have five minutes.”

Five minutes weren’t even enough for him to bathe and from experience, women had longer baths, but he didn’t give a flying fuck. If she insisted on delaying them by having a bath while he had to sit a few feet away, suffering with the knowledge that she was naked and wet, then she would have to do it in record time.

Bran dropped down on one of the lower rocks that would limit his view of Maria, and placed his sword on the rock beside him.

At that moment, he didnt know whether his incredible sense of hearing was a curse or a blessing, because he could hear the sound of Maria’s zipper whooshing down. It was so quiet that the sound of it ripped through the air, loud and making his hairs stand on end.

He heard the sound of her shorts as it hit the ground and the sound of her shirt as it followed. A muscle popped in his jaw as he thought about her standing there in broad day light, naked for all the world to see. If it weren’t for the fact that he knew they were miles away from people, he wouldn’t have allowed her to have the bath.

The fact that Bran was not able to see, didn’t mean that he was not paying attention to her. It didn’t mean that he was not dying to turn around and look.

He couldn’t hear anything right now and he wondered what she was doing. He was so strung tight with tension that he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard her give a sharp cry of-was that surprise or relief?

It didn’t matter because now, he knew that she had stepped under the water and his thoughts were running haywire. He wondered what she looked like with the water running down her body.

He groaned as an image formed in his mind of her naked, the water running down her body slowly, dripping down the ends of her hair and onto her breasts, running slowly down her nipples.

The water would run down the middle of her breasts, following a trail past her navel, and down, down, until it reached the place between her thighs-Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Fuck. He couldn’t do this anymore.

He couldn’t not look.

She was right there behind him and he could easily steal a glance at her. He didn’t have to look for long; He could just steal a quick glance and confirm if the way he pictured her was how she actually was.

He would do it. There was nothing stopping him.

Sitting with his back ramrod straight, Bran turned his head quickly in Maria’s direction.

Two things happened simultaneously. The first was that his dick went from a semi to a full blown hard-on in the space of 0. 2seconds-faster than it had ever happened in his life-and the second was that he almost fell face down on the rock-which would have given him another injury to worry about-but he caught himself at the last minute.

Holy fucking shit.

Maria with clothes was a knock-out. Maria without clothes was a fucking goddess, and Bran wouldn’t mind worshipping her for the remainder of his days.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He should have never turned around. He had been okay with his imaginations as they were, he shouldn’t have turned around and looked. He shouldn’t have. Because, fuck, the real thing turned out to be a trillion times better than anything he had ever imagined.

Maria was standing under the spray of water with her hand running down her body. A body that threatened to make Bran fall to his knees and crawl towards her on his hands and knees. Any ordinary man wouldn’t be able to fight the pull, but Bran wasn’t normal, and that was the only reason he could force himself to remind seated on the rock.

She had her back to him, but he also wasn’t far from her and he could see every part of her that was bared to him. A smooth slim back tapered into a narrow waist, so narrow and small that Bran wondered if his fingers would touch if he held her. He fisted his hands as if that would fight the urge.

Her narrow waist flared out dramatically into wide hips that begged to be clutched. Full hips that he could hold on to while he pounded between her legs. Bran gritted his teeth as his eyes fell on twin dimples low on her back, just above her ass.

His eyes dropped to her shapely legs and as he watched the water running down them, a sudden urge gripped him to follow the path the water ran-with his tongue.

Christ, the woman looked good enough to eat.

As if she was deliberately torturing him, she bent in half and went to work on washing her legs. He knew that was what she was doing, but the part of his head that was thinking with his dick, imagined that she was putting on a show for him.

He could see a tiny wisp of the flesh between her legs. It wasn’t enough to give him the whole view, but it was enough to drive him mad. He almost groaned with loss when she stood back up, done washing her legs.

Her head whipped over her shoulder just then, as if she had somehow know that he was staring at her and their eyes met and held. Her arousing grey ones on his own greens.

Her lips parted, desire boldly written across her face and Bran’s dick hardened to the point of pain. His zipper dug into it painfully, and he had to drop his hand to adjust himself.

She didn’t miss the movement and when she saw it, her eyes flashed a sharp silver and she turned towards him, baring her front to him.

If Bran thought that he’d been under torture before, he was pushing insanity now.

Sweet Christ, Bran thought as he ran a shaking hand over his mouth, his eyes taking her in hungrily.

Her hand brushed her breasts, absent-mindedly playing with her nipples, while another hand drifted down her flat stomach, sliding down until she brushed the surface of her pussy.

Bran’s hand twitched and he wished that he was the one doing that to her. In order not to do something stupid like storm over to her and take over from her, he forced his hands down on both sides of him and gripped the rock.

Her fingers brushed the little hairs on it and the rock cracked under Bran’s hands. She didn’t know what she did to him. Didn’t know what the sight of her standing there, small and curvy and so fucking sexy, did to him.

She was every man’s wet fantasy and she was right there in front of him.

She had a body that begged to be fucked, and Bran was more than capable to the task. The more he stared at her, the more the idea of fucking her grew more inviting.

Suddenly, she threw her head back, which caused her back to arch and her breasts to push out. The sight of her pebbled nipples standing out and proud on those two delicious globes of flesh, begging to be sucked was too much for Bran to bear.

The rock cracked completely under his hands.