is Karina.”
I have never met a king or queen before, and considering my new condition as a vampire, I assume they are now my king and queen. I dip a deep but shaky curtsy, eyes downcast. “I am pleased to meet you, your majesties.”
Selene’s musical laughter fills the room. “Theo, she is absolutely precious.”
With a tug on my hand, Theo encourages me to lift my eyes. Although Selene’s face is bright with amusement, Lucius narrows his gaze.
His arms are crossed, and one hand strokes his chin thoughtfully. “I see what you mean. And you’re saying she was transformed late last night? Just rising a vampire this evening?”
“Yes, Sire.” Theo kisses my hand before releasing it and stepping back, giving the king room to walk around me.
His eyes rake up and down my body, like I’m some curious artifact he’s considering. When he stops before me, he gazes down his nose. “How do you feel, Karina? Are you hungry?”
I glance between Alex and Theo, looking for some help, but Theo merely nods.
“No, Sire.”
“She was hungry when she first woke up,” Alex explains. “But after having Theo’s blood, her hunger was gone.”
“Interesting.” The king takes my hand, examining it, then pulls me toward him, and I stiffen when his face descends to my ear, where he sniffs me, like he’s trying to guess my perfume. This total invasion of my space leaves me a bit jittery, and I look over his shoulder, seeking Theo’s guidance.
The tick in Theo’s jaw indicates he’s just as uncomfortable as I am, and his nostrils flare, but his gaze locks with mine, where I feed from his resolve.
The king steps back, nodding. “Theo, I think we’ve discovered your hidden gift.” He joins his queen and they both continue to assess me, but thankfully at a distance.
“I’m sorry, what gift do you mean?” Theo comes to my side and wraps a protective arm around me, much to my relief. I lean into him. Alex stands on the other side of me, and I’m engulfed in their protective presence.
“Your blood may make transforming someone a painless process. I heard about such vampires centuries ago, but they’re very rare. They’re called True Bloods. I believe I’ve only met one in my entire lifetime of two millennia who possessed such a gift.”
“And you think Theo is a True Blood?” Alex asks.
“I’m not sure.” The king cocks his head to the side. “You and Alex should take her hunting. See how she fares with the temptation of human blood. And take the rest of the evening off. But come to the club tomorrow night, and let me know how it goes.”
“Yes, Sire.” Theo follows them to the front door.
With my newfound vampiric senses, I catch their final words.
“Watch her carefully. We don’t want any accidental mortal deaths.” Lucius gives Theo and then me a nod before he and Selene leave.
Theo strolls into the kitchen, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Alex told me how I’m not acting like most vampires do when they’re first turned.” I cross my arms, a little self-conscious. “That’s not a bad thing, is it?”
Theo smirks. “Not at all. In fact, it’s wonderful news. I’ve never heard of a True Blood. I wonder if giving my blood to other new vampires would help them overcome those ravenous cravings.”
Hope sprouts in my chest. “Alex also told me Zoe was turned. Maybe we can help her?”
“Some vampires can be a bit possessive of their sired, pet.”
“Like you were when Lucius was sniffing around me?”
He smirks. “You saw that, huh?”
“You looked like you were ready to tear Lucius to shreds.” Alex grins and crosses his arms.
“You’re both right. It took a lot of effort to restrain myself.” Theo narrows his eyes. “Perhaps if I pour my blood into a cup, it might make it easier for Armando. He is very possessive of Zoe, but I know he’ll do anything to help her.”
“I hope so. I would hate to be kept from her because she’s mad with hunger.”
“Then that is what we’ll do. But first,” he crooks his finger at me, “the three of us are going hunting.”
Chapter 12
Theo slaps my ass. “Don’t you dare come, Alex.”
I clench my jaw and pull out of Karina’s hot wet pussy, grabbing my cock, holding back the wave that wants to crash through my body. “Yes, Sir.” I grit my teeth.
Karina’s supple ass is pink from Theo’s paddle, her pussy dripping, her sweet musk filling the air of the private dungeon in our home. She lifts