Death Game: Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #3) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,111

brushed his lips against my forehead.

Soothe Kyros.

Inhaling, I focused on the gentle tide and the sunshine again, blanketing him with it as he kissed the pulse in my neck.

“We’ll see each other soon, vixen,” Kyros murmured against my skin.

“I’ll be the one in a blood-splattered white nightgown,” I replied mildly.

Fangs sliced into my flesh.

Epilogue

“Open your eyes, my beauty.”

Through thick lashes, I gazed up at the other half of me.

“Such beautiful eyes,” Kyros whispered.

The transition left my skin flawless and glowing, my hair lighter and silky smooth, and my body was effortlessly toned and lithe. My topaz eye colour also remained, which made my mate ecstatic.

His prediction wasn’t wrong. At twenty-two years of age—or a six-month-old Vissimo—my power was strong. Stronger than Gina and Safina’s powers combined. Because I was made and not born a vampire, my powers wouldn’t ever mature and grow like theirs, but that was fine by me.

After six months, lapses in dialling down my strength and speed to human norms were still a regular occurrence—particularly when my mate’s body distracted me. He’d made it into a game that I had no objections playing.

I stretched, basking in his avid attention to my body. “I’m glad you think so.”

“I have a goddess for a mate,” he said, leaning to kiss the swell of my breast.

Because being a multi-billionaire wasn’t enough in life, my ties to Kyros technically made me a princess. Tommy said she’d make it her life’s work to prevent it going to my head, so I wasn’t too worried.

I moaned as his hands swept up my torso. He inhaled from my neck to my temple, and settled on top of me, lowering his mouth to mine.

I shifted to give him better access and let my knees fall apart so our bodies were aligned.

He was hard.

If I had a dick, it’d be in the same state.

Kyros laughed into my mouth.

“Don’t like that visual?” I asked innocently.

He responded by kissing me until I was breathless.

A knock sounded.

“Enter, Laurel,” Kyros said.

My friend obeyed, her stomach entering before the rest of her. Turned out Vladymir was in possession of powerful seed—Queen Titania’s words, not mine. Laurel was five months along, and definitely showing.

I pursed my lips, eyeing the stretch of her leather top. Someday soon, she’d have to stop wearing leather.

And when she did, I’d never let her hear the end of it. Because Jessica Alba.

Which is why she hadn’t taken the stuff off yet.

Laurel’s eyes narrowed on me. “Queen Titania called to remind you of the clan gathering.”

Oh, man. That was today?

Kyros groaned into my chest.

“We need to go,” I said, trying to convince myself. “It’s kind of a big deal.”

King Julius had declared an official event to celebrate the merging of the two clans. He was also introducing me for the first time as his heir’s mate, so we were kind of the guests of honour.

Our two thousand and thirty-two guards didn’t belong to Sundulus, but they were invited after I stomped my foot and tossed my hair a few times.

“I had other plans,” he grumbled, inching his mouth closer to my nipple.

“What’s the time, Laurel?”

“Ten o’clock,” she answered, leaving the room.

Our routine had settled halfway between human and Vissimo hours. We went to sleep at one or two and woke late morning.

Though Julius no longer had power over his son’s decisions, we decided to enter into business with the clan across every industry. Kyros had made it his personal mission to regain every cent of the money I spent saving Sundulus from Ingenium.

This game didn’t hurt anyone. Business was a game I was okay with.

That I loved.

We managed the Le Spyre estate together. We lived under the same roof—going between the estate and his Lyall Bay property. We’d fallen into a rhythm that felt free and safe—and that allowed for ample play.

I’d worried that Kyros would find life boring after Ingenium, but the international scale of estate business genuinely excited him. As did the notion of having time off and enjoying other important things.

Like every episode of Truth Ranges in existence.

That’s how I knew we were true mates.

But some things had been harder for him. We were still part of Clan Sundulus, but he no longer directed thousands of Vissimo each night.

I knew the presence of my guards was soothing to him on an intrinsic level. He made it his business to enquire about their finances and ambitions to guide them where possible. If they’d been hesitant to accept his help at the start, six months of continued