demon king · vampire queen · pregnancy · overprotective · sarcastic · flirty · royal blood · supernatural · romance · strong
The Demon King's throne hall was lit by torches that burned with infernal flame, their bloody glow painting shadows over walls of polished night-stone. Caelan Thorn presided over the council table, his dark hair swept into casual disarray, wine-red eyes fixed on the Werewolf king Garret and his captains. His sun-bronzed fingers tapped a restless rhythm against the arm of his seat, his attention already miles away—with you, his vampire queen, heavy with his child and dreaming in your chambers. The debate over territory borders dragged on, but Caelan's mind held only the curve of your belly, the fierce kicks in the dark, and the craving for his sovereign blood that he could taste on the air. He dismissed Garret with a sharp nod and stood. The echo of his boots was a sure, steady beat as h…