“This is not a good idea.” Even he didn't sound convinced. Hell he wanted nothing more than for her to continue what she was doing. She smiled at him, all woman, and he knew he was putty in her hands.

Her lips caught his in a feather-light touch, nipping softly against him as her hands flattened on his chest. His hands found her waist, he had to touch her. He hated the fabric blocking him from feeling her warm skin so he trailed them up her legs instead, stroking her smooth skin up and down.

The hands on his chest curled into his shirt and then she pulled hard. Buttons of his white suit shirt flew across the seat. Her eyes caressed his bare chest in a look he could only describe as erotic.

“I like,” she purred.

She kissed him hard then, her tongue filling him and flattened her breasts against his bare chest. Her fluttery moan, her naked skin against his, set him off. He cupped her face and pulled her away.

“Do it now or I will,” he said darkly.

Her sultry, low-lidded gaze studied his face and a slow smile pulled at her lips. Then she leaned back and he watched her hand snake down her stomach to her sex. His jaw clamped down so hard pain flared all the way up to his temple.

Her fingers curled around the white underwear and tugged it to the side, exposing her soft pussy. The sight of her dark curls made his mouth water. He wanted to taste her there, needed to learn her taste, feel her come apart by his tongue.

But then she lowered herself over his awaiting cock. The first touch sent his orgasm flying up through his body. Kearnyn bit his fang into his bottom lip hard, drawing blood to keep him from spending now. The pain helped to ease him.

Her eyes widened at the sight of blood and he wanted to slam his head into a wall. She was new to vampires, wasn't used to the whole blood thing, dammit. But her eyes softened and then her hands curled around his bare shoulders, holding tight, and she slammed herself down, engulfing him.

Their cries shouted together. She was so damned tight, she squeezed him without even moving, and so damned wet she coated every inch of him. Her head fell back and she started riding him in a hard, fast rhythm meant to achieve climax in the quickest way possible. Fuck, he was down with that.

Her soft breasts bounced and swayed as she worked his cock in and out of her. He locked her like this, brazen and sexy as hell, into his memory. Her panties pushed to the side, her dress all the way around her waist because he knew he'd be visiting it again in the future.

He couldn't resist her luscious breasts anymore though, and licked her nipple before sucking her into his mouth. Harsh moans, sweet erotic cries left her throat as he worked her breast. She changed the rhythm, rocking against him fast and he groaned. Each thrust, each pass brought him immeasurably closer to finishing this whole thing.

He heard her breathing change. It became choppy and erratic, her hips losing their rhythm and he wanted to shout to the whole world that his woman was coming apart around him, because of him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her writhing waist, flicked her nipple relentlessly, and then she squeezed incredibly tight around him, her hips not even able to move anymore as her orgasm came.

Growling, Kearnyn took over, his hands grabbing her waist and rocking her against him. Her cries became even louder, her nails dug into his back, and her tight pussy clenched and massaged around him like a fist as she climaxed. The pleasure was too much for him, the sensations too erotic and incredible, and he let his release come.

It was harder, more intense than he'd ever felt in his life. The pleasure shot down his spine and to his cock, exploding his hot release from the tip of him, deep into her. He couldn't stop grinding her against him, prolonging both their climaxes.

They fell back against the seat trying to catch their breaths.

A slow chuckle left him and made sure to wipe the lazy smile off his face before she saw it. Amazing didn't cover it. Hot as fucking hell came only slightly close. Her soft laughter followed his.

A hard knock at the window had his head jerking to the side so hard his brain swished around. “Damn.”

Rosa looked and saw the cop outside, flashing a flashlight in on them and blushed darkly, then buried her face in his neck.

“Roll down the window, sir,” the cop said.

Kearnyn obliged. “Yeah?” Was that his lazy question? Damn right, he hadn't felt this relaxed in a long, long time.

“Sir, you know that prostitution is illegal.”

His good mood left him in an instant. His cold eyes leveled hard on the human cop. “She is not a prostitute. She is my woman.”

The cop narrowed his eyes back on them. “That's not what it looks like from here. Hey, you, let me see your face.”

Rosa shook her head against his neck. God damn, her muscles were so tense, the cop scared her. He had every intention of stepping out of the car and laying a good beating into him when Rosa drew in a deep breath and let the cop see her face.

“Show me your arms.”

Face pinching in confusion, she held out her arms. The cop studied her elbows and Kearnyn cursed. The damn cop was looking for signs of drug use.

“All right, I can't prove she's a prostitute, but I'm writing you a ticket for indecent exposure.”

“Whatever.” Kearnyn ground his jaw, the sweet ardor completely banished from his intrusion. Still, his semi-erection was inside her and each time she moved, he twitched as she stroked him.

Kearnyn took the ticket and waited until the cop left to help her into her dress.

“I'm sorry about that.”

She smiled at him and pulled her top up, then crawled off him and fixed her panties and dress. It was a damn nice sight to see.

“Not a problem. So why don't we go back to my place and do this again?”

His jaw fell and he clamped it shut. “Yes, ma'am,” he said like a smart man and drove away.

CHAPTER 29

Alrik entered the great hall but found it empty. Cursing, he made his way down the hallway towards the study. A servant started past him carrying a silver tray with new candles he'd be setting out.

Alrik stopped him. “Have you seen the Queen?”

Wide-eyed, the servant shook his head.

Alrik went through every place he could think of. The back gardens, the royal study, the royal dining room, even the kitchens though he doubted his mother had ever stepped foot in there before. Anger rising by the second he stormed up to her bedroom and flung opens the door. An empty dark room greeted him. He started to turn away but a soft sound caught him, like someone was having a whispered conversation.

Alrik lit a candelabrum at the door and entered his mother's room, trying to find the source of the voice or voices. He hadn't been in his mother's room since he was a small child. One night he'd had a particularly scary dream and had ran into her room for help. She'd scolded him and sent him back to his room without even walking him there. Even thinking about it now made him embarrassed more than mad. He should have gone to his nanny's room, not his mother's. She would have helped him.

A tall and impressive bookcase stood against the far wall. The bookcase caught his attention for a few reasons, one of which was that his mother hated to read. The voice, a single one he realized, got louder as he neared it. Some of the rooms for the king and queen have escape passages and such for emergencies, so Alrik started looking for a lever or something to pull because that soft voice came from behind the heavy shelf.

He didn’t find a switch so he examined the bookcase but realized if there was a room back there, there was no way his mother could move the book case back and forth each time she used it. There had to be a mechanism. He started reading the titles of the books when his eyes caught on one in particular. The Fall of the Rift. Written after the Great War by Yurina Chinal the historical book had been traded and sold in waves after its release, giving all the details on Telal's betrayal that led to the fall of his father.