Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
|47|~ A Special Touch~

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Cyrus POV.

“Release my beloved now,” Nicklaus roars damn near shake the ground. He pissed. Oh, well! So am I.

“You first,” I childishly respond. “Give me my beloved,”

“She attacked my beloved,”

“And Claire accepted the challenge,” I remind him of the oath, without actually reminding him of the oath.

Nicklaus eyes spits fire as he catches on, “Claire is your Queen,”

“And so is Embry,” I announce, which earns me and audible gasp from my men and Nicklaus. I know he wasn’t expecting me to publicly claim Embry and honestly neither was I, but here it goes.

“Embry Destiny Wilde is my beloved,” I claim for all to hear.

Nicklaus vicious growl echos among the trees at my announcement. He’s pissed and guess what, no one gives a fuck. At least, I don’t. The love, loyalty, and devotion I once felt for him is long gone. All of that bull shit went out of the window when he issued out a kill order for my beloved.

Fuck him!

“Embry is the Queen of Northern Kingdom and you are currently in our territory, ” I remind him, just to further provoke him. King Of All Kings or not, now that Embry has been announced as my Queen, no harm can come to her without proper trail, unless Nicklaus is willing to start an inner species war with those who has pledge loyalty to the house of Ettore and thanks to his father summons. Nicklaus already has a lot on his shoulders, now isn’t the time to start a war with another King. Trust me.

“Now release my beloved at once,” I spit through clenched teeth, while lowering Claire fragile body down into my arms, then I carefully hand her over to Marcellus

Nicklaus was right about one thing, I do recognize Claire to be my Queen, despite my negative feelings towards his bitch ass. She has earned my respect.

Nicklaus releases another growl, interrupting my train of thoughts as he repeats my actions. He carefully hands Embry over to Count Clown, grabs Claire and then places his crimson orbs back on to me.

The moment Embry is in my arms I feel like I can breathe again. I place her closely to my chest and allow her head to rest gently on my shoulders. Then I utilize my sensitive hearing to pick up on her heartbeat. It’s beating soft but steady. Next, my eyes search for any damage. She’s a little bloody and bruised but so far I don’t see nothing that my blood can’t heal.

For the most part, she’s fine and that’s all that matters. My beloved is fine and is safely inside of the security of my arms. I got her. She’s safe.

As long as I have her, alive and well here with me. I’m fine. Everything will be alright as long as I have my Embry.

After, I ensure that my beloved will be alright I place my focus back onto Nicklaus, who is still currently focused on me.

A moment of silence passes between the two of us. He’s burning a hole into my head with his crimson stare and I happily return the favor. In addition to that, I add in a smirk just to piss him off more. Stupid little bitch.

“I expect you back before sun down to discuss where to go from here and that’s not an open invitation,” He declares, before taking his leave. Of course, his entourage goes trailing off behind him with a dramatic effect.

“Yes dad,” I mock, knowing damn will that he can hear me. Yeah, right! I’ll come back whenever the fuck I’m ready to come back. Right now, Embry is my number one priority.

Once Nicklaus and his crew is out of sight, I carry my sunshine through the estate and towards the car with my security detail following close behind us, acting as our security blanket.

“What’s wrong with her,” questions Gutter, actually sounding concerned.

“She’s fine,” I say more to myself than to him. “She will be okay,” she just has to.

Gutter opens the door for us once we reach the SUV. I sit Embry on my lap and tangle my arms around her frame like a rope as my driver speeds off. My eyes fall down on my beloved, who is sound a sleep. She’s so beautiful and I’ am so blessed.

How could I ever be so foolish? The world would never know. I almost lost her and her wolf. I almost lost my gift from the Blood God just because I’m stupid. There is no other excuse, I know this. I know for a fact that their is no one to blame for everything that has occurred between Embry and I, but me. I’m an idiot.

The biggest fool of all time and I almost lost her because of it, just thinking about everything that has just happened brings tears to my eyes.

What would I do without my Sunshine? How could I possible survive without her? How?

I could never. She is my everything. I place my hand down onto her face, just to ensure that she is real. She’s still here. Embry safe. What would I do without her? Tell me Blood God, how could I ever been so stupid? I almost lost her.

Isn’t it ironic how you never know what you have into it’s gone? This is one lesson that I never want to face again, just the thought of losing Embry takes me to an extremely dark place. I swear from this day forward that I shall always count my blessings, starting with a kiss.

I lean down and plant a gentle kiss down onto her forehead, “Thank you, Blood God for the biggest blessing of all time. Thank you for sending my number one blessing, thank you for delivering my beloved.”

That one gesture isn’t enough. I lift her hand with my hand just to feel her and then place her palm close to my nose just to smell her intoxicating scent. With my nose to her hand, I take a deep breath and inhale her intoxicating scent. The smell of Embry always uplifts my dark soul. She is my air.

“Thank you, Blood God for blessing me with the sense of smell just to get a whiff of her scent,” I count out loud yet another one of my blessing. I have so much to be thankful for when it comes to Embry and the Blood God him self can vouch for me. He’s my witness. She’s perfect.

I plant another kiss down onto her forehead and then I place my lips directly by her left ear.

" Your perfect, Sunshine. Do you hear me? You are perfect and you deserve whatever your heart desires, and I promise that your heart will forever be truly fulfilled from this day froward.” I whisper, giving her my word.

Embry POV.

My body feels relaxed, sore but strangely calm.

I had the best sleep ever. I feel well-rested and regenerated as if I can take on the world. Plus, this bed feels so warm and soft. This maybe the best bed in the entire world. It smells good. MMM..... So fresh and so clean, very clean. So real.

I make a mental note to thank the servant who does the laundry whenever I decide to get up, which is no time soon. I’m in my happy place. There is no way that I’m getting up, nope.

I rub my feet together and run them down what feels like a super soft life-sized pillow. Hairy but soft. Actually, the pillow must be filled with life-sized rocks because that’s what it feels like is thrown over top of my leg as the pillow magically wraps around me like vice. .

What the heck? My brain begins to operate as my body is pulled into a warm and rock hard surface.

My entire body stiffens! Who put the boppy pillow down?

I’m a big girl, I don’t need extra protection, just kidding! Just kidding, I know exactly who is currently acting as my protection barrier. It’s my mate. He’s the only person in this entire world that can have this effect on me. The only question is how and when did we get here? When did we get into bed together.. Alone.... I take a second, to try to come with grips with my current reality.

For the life of me, I can’t remember what led to this moment. I’m lost and my mind continues to go blank. My beloved must have done some creepy vampire voodoo again. That’s it. That’s the only logical explanation.

“Hmm, hello,” I reach out to my wolf, only to come in contact with her mental barrier. She must be sleep. Crap! I quickly make another mental note to ask her about it later before I become to distracted. As on Que, the distraction comes.

Tiny butterflies begins to fly up my spine as Cyrus places one of his big lukewarm hands up the back of my shirt. Followed by, his ice cool breath fanning the back of my neck, which also makes the tiny little hairs inside my skin take a stand, I shiver. Oh, my!

My talented and skillful mate then decides to run one of his smooth finger’s along my skin on my lower back. Oh, My Goddess! Sparks fire. My heartbeat starts to clap out loud inside my chest. His touch makes me melt. I’m alive. My breath gets hitched inside my chest as his finger moves up my back, touching my spine and literally bringing me to life.

Every single nerve inside my body begins to sizzle and pop. The sparks are flying. Burst of electric heat surges throughout my entire body. The electrifying fire flows freely through my veins. His touch is the match that sets my body on flames. He’s my fire. I’m burnt.

My eyes shoots open. Time to run! I don’t know about you but I for sure do not want to be burned alive because that’s what he’s doing to me. He’s setting my soul on fire.

I attempt to roll over. Key Word’s: attempt to roll over. Cyrus places one of his big muscular arms around my waist, slides my frame into his rock hard surface while turning me around to face him. He then buries his face in my neck, hungrily breathing me in as if I’m his air. Sort of like he can’t live without me and I’m loving every second, basking in the glory of his attention, and ravishing in the delight that comes with his ford strong hold.

Those thick mahogany curls of his falls freely over top of his heavenly and handsome face, making him appear to be a dark angel. His golden eyes shines so bright. The intensity of his stare blazes into my soul. His perfectly plumped lips looks so inviting, kissable.

It’s so unfair how he can just wake up and still look like some sort of rock-star. Meanwhile, I’m concerned about my dragon breath.

His lips curve into a sexy curve-ball of a smile as if he knows what I’m thinking. He’s in my head again. Oh, crap! I knew it! I knew he did some vampires voodoo.

I part my lips to tell him about his self but one of his magical hand goes up and down my back, taking away my ability to speak or think. Uhhh... What was I about to say to him? I can’t focus. His touch. Oh, my Goddess! His touch is taking me into a zone. My mind is foggy and I’m not thinking straight, nor can I see, hear, or feel anything but him.

Something has changed within our bond. I don’t know what it is but I do know this, it feels unreal.

“Cyrus,” I call out in a husky voice as he uses his other hand to spread his fingers soothingly throughout my hair.

Oh, wow! Now that feels amazing. With every stroke, of his finger my heart-rate increases, or more like skyrocket inside my chest, and I think my brain is no longer functioning. I lost my previous train of thoughts.

“Embry......” his voice is barely a whisper. “You’re here, You’re okay.. You’re safe,” his words confuse me to the very end. Once again, I replace myself lost and the moment that he trails his finger across the skin on my cheek. I’m officially a goner. His touch has that type of effect on me. I lean my head over to the side and melt inside of his hand. So, this is how love feels. I quickly move away, can’t take. His touch is too much for me to bare.

Plus, the dauntless handsomeness of this man is stirring up foreign emotions inside my core that I’m unable to comprehend or explain.

I can’t look at him either. Cyrus is too beautiful to stare at. I lower my eyes, and they land on the beauty of his muscular frame, every part of this man body is golden. It’s like a maze of beauty that I can’t escape.

“Look at me,” demands my mate, while placing his finger underneath my chin, bringing my sight back up to his eye level. “Look at me,” he says to me again.

“You are a Queen, don’t you ever fear staring into anyone eyes not even a King,” again, Cyrus words are confusing me to the very end.

What’s the matter with him? “What’s the matt--,”

“Shhhhhhh,” He says, while placing a single finger over top of my lips, preventing me from speaking.“Don’t talk! Just listen,” says Cyrus then he pulls me closer to his body, smothering me whole as if he is afraid that I’ll magically disappear. I melt against his warm frame. I feel like a marshmallows melting underneath his warm touch.

Yes, something is most certainly different. I can’t. I don’t know how to handle this sudden attention. It is way too much for me to take. “I’m sorry,” suddenly says my mate.

“Sorry,” my voice is rushed, I’m so confused. “Sorry for what,”

“For everything,” he responds. His voice sounds pained, so haunted.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you or your wolf when you needed me the most. I’m sorry that I wasn’t man enough to properly claim you and even had the audacity to hide you from the world. You didn’t deserve that, Sunshine. You didn’t deserve any of it and I swear on my life that I’ll do everything in my power to replace the pain I caused you with a lifetime filled of love,”

“I’m a fool. The biggest fool of all time. Embry tell me what to do to make it up to you.... Tell me how to set you free from the burden of pain that I placed inside your heart,” questions my mate with a single teardrop trailing down his face. I’m speechless. The Ruthless Vampire King is crying in front of me. No correction, he’s crying for me. This has to be a dream.

My voice fails me as he pulls me in closer. “I never wanted to meet my beloved,” he admits. “I was afraid to love. The entire idea of giving your heart away for another person to carry seemed ridiculous to me. I never got the whole in love thing into I laid eyes on you and then all sudden it all made sense,” he whispers.

“What made sense?” I whisper back.

“Love, Embry! I love you so much that it hurt’s. I’m in love with you, Sunshine. I’ve been in love with you the very moment that I stared into your vividly green sun tainted eyes. My heart is yours to take. My throne is yours to share. You are my Queen, Embry. I’m forever in your service.”

“Forever,” I question him with blurry eyes. Why am I crying? I don’t know why, I just am.

“Nothing last forever,”

“We will,” he promises.

Cyrus slowly lifts his body up off the bed and then places my body onto of his lap never once breaking eye contact. I’m mush inside of his arms. He’s doing that thing again, melting me. I slam my eyes shut. Goddess, I can’t! I can’t look at him. He’s too got damn gorgeous and his words melts my heart.

“Look at me Embry,” he demands and of course I follow, if I had it my way I’ll follow this man to the end of time. Cyrus usual golden eyes now appear to be golden halo’s as he claims my soul with his stare, like an angel. “I want to claim you Embry,” he says. “I want the world to see that you belong to me.”

My heart skips several beats. “Claim me,” he wants to claim me.

“Yes, my love. I’m going to claim you before the sunrises. Not another day shall past without you baring my mark. I want you,” he declares, once again rending me speechless.

I don’t know about that. I mean to allow him to claim me is obviously insane right? After everything, we’ve been through. After everything he put me through just to give myself up to him like that, all because he whispers some sweet words inside my ears and fills my head with pretty little thoughts. I have to be smarter. Right?

“No! Just be dumb and just give in,” speaks up my inner voice, “You know that you want to.” I do.

I must admit that it’s tempting but what would my wolf think? I search my mind to replace her, knock! Knock! Who’s there? No one because she doesn’t answer me and my mind yet again comes in contact with her big mental barrier of a wall. Awe man!

“Embry,” my mate voice draws me back in. “Did you hear me, I want you,” he once again declares with now crimson red eyes. Oh, my! His monster is present, which means that Cyrus isn’t just speaking for himself. He’s speaking for the both of them. They want me.

“You want me,” I ask, in awe.

“Yes! I want you, Embry,” he claims. His voice is low, raspy and threatening. Yes, his monster is very much present I’m looking directly into his soul.

“I wanted you since the very day that I saw you. I wanted to claim you, every inch of you from head to toe. I will always want you. Embry Destiny Wilde I have already claimed you to the world, now I’m asking to place my claim on your soul. Can I claim you,” he asks, while placing his finger underneath my chin.

Here we go again. His touch sets my soul ablaze and makes my body feel as if it’s being burnt alive. I’m crisp! It’s a simple touch, just one gesture but to me his touch places a chain on my soul. I’ve already been claimed, since the first day that I met him. I always belonged to him.

“How can you claim what already belongs to you, ” I ask him and that all it takes for him to smashes his lips into my own.

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Q: Who Loves Cyrus? I do 🙋🏽‍♀️