Death Game: Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #3) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,109
The reply was accompanied by an arrogance that shoved aside every trace of guilt.
I mentally rolled my eyes.
“Any children I’m lucky enough to have will be fathered by Kyros,” I told the queen.
My mate’s purr vibrated down our connection sending a bolt of lust through me that coated my vision in white for several breaths.
The queen dipped her head. “Go into your next life knowing the odds.”
“Thank you, Queen Titania. I hope to.” I smiled.
She turned her head. “Someone has arrived.”
“Probably Gina,” I said. “That means everyone’s here.”
My request for Gina to be one of the seven vampires went down harder than a sack of wet shit.
I won the battle on the basis that Gina was as powerful as Safina, and my survival was therefore better assured.
I liked the Sundulus siblings, but none of them had reached maturity, so most weren’t strong enough to suit Kyros’s standards for my transition. I respected the path Gina chose to walk despite how and who she was raised by. And well… I wanted to bridge the divide between Fyrlia and Sundulus. The Fyrlia clan had merged with Sundulus and that process would go smoother if the opposing royals were seen to be getting along—or making an effort to get along.
I asked Gina two days ago. To my surprise, she gave me an instant yes.
“One last thing, daughter,” the queen said, twisting to grab something behind her.
I sucked in a breath at the endearment.
Daughter.
The word made me tremble inside.
You have parents again, my beauty, Kyros said.
One of his parents was fucking terrifying, but now I’d jumped through Julian’s hoops, I truly believed he’d protect me as ferociously as any of his children.
Like a father should.
And the queen just gave me a sex talk. Or encouraged me to have sex with a stranger and get pregnant… which I guessed was the opposite of a sex talk. Still, she’d talked with me to protect my heart.
I swallowed back the lump in my throat. I did have parents again.
Kyros started walking toward us again, drawn by my urge to cry.
A gift bag was deposited on my lap.
“What’s this?” I asked the queen.
The queen touched my knee, standing. “A welcome to the family present. Join us when you are ready.”
She left the lounge room, and I opened the bag.
Oh my god.
I drew out white lingerie—a bralette with a maze of silk ties, a tiny G-banger, garters, and stockings. I hadn’t had a mother-in-law before, but this seemed like an unusual gift to receive from one.
Kyros entered. He stilled when he saw what I held.
“Put it on,” he growled.
Laughter threatened to burst from my lips. I dropped the garments, resting my head back on the armrest. He placed his hands either side of my head and kissed me upside down.
“You want to see me in that tiny thong?” I asked breathlessly.
I wanted to drink my mate’s blood.
I wanted to claim him for eternity.
To wake beside him always.
Kyros choked, his green gaze blazing down into mine. “Stop thinking about blood or I’ll take you right now. We only have one chance to make you Vissimo.”
“Your mother gave me that lingerie.”
Horror blanketed his face and he reeled away.
I didn’t want to hurt Titania’s feelings by laughing, so I confined my thigh-slapping roar to my head, clutching my stomach when Kyros eyed the white scraps in disgust.
He was effectively turned off.
Placing the gift back in the bag, I stood and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“It’s time?” I nipped his bottom lip, swaying into him and groaning at the contact.
White edged my vision.
His erection dug into my stomach.
Soon, we’d be able to touch without needing to make arrangements for a three-day thrall. Freedom to be naked with Kyros at every hour of the day.
Yes, please.
His mother had said my chances of conceiving were low.
I had a feeling Kyros and I would enjoy the practice.
He captured my mouth, splaying his hands across my bare upper back and ass. “I can’t think straight when you think like that, Basilia.”
His hands shook against me. I tucked my head under his chin, panting hard.
Are you ready, true mate? he asked, wrapping his arms around me.
I took a full breath, my heart never lighter or happier. I’m ready.
I’d dressed in a simple white silk gown with spaghetti straps. The material covered me from breasts to just below my knees.
I was spread out like Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man on a slab of cold graphite. The seven most powerful vampires I knew loomed over me. Their fangs were out.