Claimed By The King(s) Of Kings

Roiner

The sound of the cabin door snapping shut behind them echoed like a heavy, final curtain falling over the rest of the world.

Roiner had dragged her into his private lodge, hidden far beyond the dense treeline, isolated from the prying eyes of the campsite, without missing a single beat of the suffocating, fiery kiss they had shared in the dark forest. Their lips hadn’t parted for even a fraction of a second. He was practically consuming her, his large, hot hands wrapped possessively around her waist, lifting her slightly off her feet as he backed her into the dim, warm warm living room,

The room was bathed in the soft, flickering orange glow of a roaring stone hearth.

Slowly, reluctantly, Roiner pulled back just a fraction of an inch, his heavy chest heaving as his crimson eyes burned down into hers. His broad hands rested against the delicate curve of her hips, his thumbs gently stroking the warm skin beneath her clothes. He looked at her, his expression a intoxicating mix of primal hunger and fierce, protective restraint.

”Aina...” Roiner rumbled, his deep voice thick, raspy, and thoroughly ruined by the sheer force of his desire. He searched her flushed, breathless face, his heart hammering like a war drum against his ribs. ”Are you sure you want this? Are you sure?”

Aina’s cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were bright. She nodded fast. ”Yes! Yes, I’m sure!”

Roiner didn’t need to hear anything else. He leaned in again and kissed her harder. His hands slid down her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. They didn’t make it to the bed. Their feet tangled and they sank down together onto the thick Persian rug that covered the cabin living room floor.

He kissed the side of her neck first, slow and careful. Then he moved to her shoulder, pressing his lips against the bone there. Aina shivered under him. He trailed lower, kissing along her collarbone, then down her arm. Each kiss was soft at first. He took his time, letting his mouth linger on her skin.

”Is this okay?” he whispered against her forearm.

”Yes,” she breathed. Her voice shook a little. ”Please don’t stop.”

Roiner kept going. He kissed the inside of her wrist, then moved back up. His hands worked at her clothes, peeling them away piece by piece. Aina helped him, lifting her arms, shifting her hips. Soon she lay bare beneath him on the rug. Her skin looked soft in the low light. He could see her chest rising and falling fast.

He kissed her stomach next, then lower. Aina made a small sound when his mouth reached the inside of her thigh. Roiner paused. ”Tell me if anything hurts.”

”It doesn’t hurt,” she said. ”It feels... good. Really good.”

He spread her legs gently and lowered his head. His tongue moved against her pussy in slow, steady strokes. Aina gasped and her hips jerked. Roiner held her thighs open and kept licking, tasting her, listening to every moan that left her mouth. Her first time, and she was already wet for him. The thought made his cock throb inside his pants.

After a while he pulled back and looked up at her. His voice was quiet. ”Aina... I want to bond with you. Can I bite you? Right here on your forearm. It will leave a mark. My name will be there, shaped like a flame.”

Aina bit her lower lip. She looked at him for a long moment, then nodded. ”Yes. I want that.”

Roiner took her forearm without a cast. He brought it to his mouth and sank his fangs in. Aina let out a sharp squeak as the pain hit. Her body tensed. Roiner didn’t pull away. He drank slowly, feeling the bond form between them. The pain eased after a few seconds. Aina’s breathing changed from tight gasps to softer sighs. When he finally lifted his head, the bite had already begun to shift. The skin glowed for a moment, then settled into a clear flame-shaped mark with his name written inside it in dark letters.

Tears had slipped from the corners of Aina’s eyes. Roiner leaned in and licked them away, tasting salt. Then he kissed her mouth again, deep and slow. She kissed him back without hesitation.

Roiner kept his lips locked with Aina’s as they stumbled through the doorway of his cabin. Their mouths moved together in a deep, wet kiss that made his chest feel tight. He could taste her breath, feel her body pressed against his, and every second that passed made him want more.

He pulled back just enough to look at her face. His voice came out low and rough. ”Are you sure you want this? Are you sure?”

Aina’s cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were bright. She nodded fast. ”Yes! Yes, I’m sure!”

Roiner didn’t need to hear anything else. He leaned in again and kissed her harder. His hands slid down her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. They didn’t make it to the bed. Their feet tangled and they sank down together onto the thick Persian rug that covered the cabin floor.

He kissed the side of her neck first, slow and careful. Then he moved to her shoulder, pressing his lips against the bone there. Aina shivered under him. He trailed lower, kissing along her collarbone, then down her arm. Each kiss was soft at first. He took his time, letting his mouth linger on her skin.

”Is this okay?” he whispered against her forearm.

”Yes,” she breathed. Her voice shook a little. ”Please don’t stop.”

Roiner kept going. He kissed the inside of her wrist, then moved back up. His hands worked at her clothes, peeling them away piece by piece. Aina helped him, lifting her arms, shifting her hips. Soon she lay bare beneath him on the rug. Her skin looked soft in the low light. He could see her chest rising and falling fast.

He kissed her stomach next, then lower. Aina made a small sound when his mouth reached the inside of her thigh. Roiner paused. ”Tell me if anything hurts.”

”It doesn’t hurt,” she said. ”It feels... good. Really good.”

He spread her legs gently and lowered his head. His tongue moved against her pussy in slow, steady strokes. Aina gasped and her hips jerked. Roiner held her thighs open and kept licking, tasting her, listening to every moan that left her mouth. Her first time, and she was already wet for him. The thought made his cock throb inside his pants.

After a while he pulled back and looked up at her. His voice was quiet. ”Aina... I want to bond with you. Can I bite you? Right here on your forearm. It will leave a mark. My name will be there, shaped like a flame.”

Aina bit her lower lip. She looked at him for a long moment, then nodded. ”Yes. I want that.”

Roiner took her forearm in both hands. He brought it to his mouth and sank his fangs in. Aina let out a sharp squeak as the pain hit. Her body tensed. Roiner didn’t pull away. He drank slowly, feeling the bond form between them. The pain eased after a few seconds. Aina’s breathing changed from tight gasps to softer sighs. When he finally lifted his head, the bite had already begun to shift. The skin glowed for a moment, then settled into a clear flame-shaped mark with his name written inside it in dark letters.

Tears had slipped from the corners of Aina’s eyes. Roiner leaned in and licked them away, tasting salt. Then he kissed her mouth again, deep and slow. She kissed him back without hesitation.

They stayed on the rug. Roiner moved over her, guiding his cock to her entrance. He pushed in inch by inch, watching her face the whole time. Aina’s eyes widened at the stretch. She clutched his shoulders.

”Breathe,” he told her. ”I’ve got you.”

She nodded, biting her lip again. Roiner kept going until he was fully inside her. He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust. Then he started to move, slow thrusts that made the rug shift beneath them. Aina’s legs wrapped around his waist. Her moans grew louder with each stroke.

”Roiner,” she whispered. ”Roiner, please.”

He answered by kissing her again, fucking her with steady rhythm. His hand found the new mark on her forearm and rubbed it gently. The bond pulsed between them, warm and strong. Aina came first, her pussy clenching around him, her whole body shaking. Roiner followed soon after, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her.

They lay tangled together on the rug afterward, breathing hard. Roiner stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. Aina’s eyes grew heavy. She fell asleep with her head on his chest, one hand resting over the flame mark.

Roiner didn’t move for a long time. He watched her sleep, studying the way her lashes rested against her cheeks. His fingers traced the mark he had given her. He expected to feel guilt or regret. None came. Instead he felt something deeper settle in his chest. He had missed her during the month he was gone. Every day apart had been like losing his mind. Now that she was here, marked and sleeping in his arms, he knew he could never leave her again. In a matter of days he had already fallen for the girl.

After a while he lifted her carefully. He carried her to the steam bath first, washing her body with warm water and soft cloths. She stayed half-asleep through it, murmuring his name once. Then he took her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He pulled the covers over her and sat beside her, still watching.

Vampires didn’t need sleep. Roiner felt no tiredness at all. He only felt the boiling connection between them, stronger now than before. He reached out and rubbed the flame mark again, memorizing the shape of his name on her skin. He had everything he needed right here.