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The next evening, they traveled home to Moretti Castle in Cambridge, a mere fifty miles out of London. The social season had just started, with over fifty young women being presented to Queen Victoria in court.
Not that they were counting.
“Do we know whether Lady Emily Harrington will be in town?” Craig asked.
“You mean, again. The Countess was most upset when you offered no proposal at the end of the season.” Vincent said.
“Do I look human?” he raised an eyebrow.
“I know that, but these ladies do not. You need to be fair to them. She will be an outcast if she does not secure a husband this year.”
“It’s just madness,” Brayden said, turning his eyes from the rolling hills back to his travel companions.
“The human mating process?” Craig smirked.
“Yes, and that we are sitting in this wretched carriage for hours upon hours when we could simply teleport back to the castle.”
They all nodded knowingly.
His mother had insisted they travel this way to ease suspicion and so she could enjoy some of the human things she had missed out on. God only knew why she chose this long, drawn out, boring example.
Their carriage was spacious and luxurious compared to many others, with the exception of Queen Victoria’s fleet.
“In any case, the season works to our advantage,” he added. “While the men dance around in their penguin suits, we swoop in and teach their women about the marriage bed.”
“So, it’s a public service,” Craig nodded.
“A community service.”
As the two of them bellowed with laughter, Vincent shook his head, though not without a grin.
“Also, I’ve laid claim to Lady Lilly Thompkins,” Brayden said, wiping his eyes. “And Eva Fitzgerald.”
Vincent shook his head again, and this time frowned. His brother shifted the curtain to look outside the carriage. Brayden looked at Craig and winked.
“Then I might turn my attentions to the ladies of our own court. What’s that lovely blonde-haired beauty? Kate some...”
No sooner had the name left his lips than his brother was across the space with his hand around his throat.
Yes, he’d expected it.
“Keep your filthy hands off, Kate!” Vincent hissed. “That goes for both of you!”
Spluttering and laughing, Brayden gripped his brother’s wrist, waiting for the heir to the throne to release him.
One thing he never did, not even in front of Craig, was show his more dominant strength. It was important everyone believe Vincent was the most alpha brother.
“Let the fuck go, brother.”
“Give me your word!”
He coughed out another laugh. “She’s yours. Good god, man, I was joking.”
Vincent released him and sat back in his seat, kicking him in the shins.
“Ouch.”
Fucker. That had actually hurt.
“You do not joke about her. I mean it.”
“So, Kate is your mate?” Craig boldly asked.
One thing Vincent did well was authority. He was in no doubt about his place in the royal family and who he would be one day.
The king.
He slowly turned to the commander, power rolling off him.
“She is none of your business. Do I need to clarify the matter any further?”
A round of nopes and the carriage was silent.
“And you two little shits can stop telepathing each other.”
Brayden held up his hands, fighting his grin. “Calm the fuck down. We heard you.”
All vampires could telepath once they had exchanged blood with another. It took very little and was a common act if there was cause to want to communicate more easily.
They had not been telepathing as they both were all but convinced the tall blonde was the heir’s mate. A matter of interest, beside the opportunity to taunt his brother, because she could be their future queen.
Vincent had been as playful with females as any male vampire over the centuries. Yet perhaps more of a gentleman than he and Craig.
Kate’s arrival at the vampire court a few months ago had changed him. Recently she had attended their annual ball, and after two agonizing hours of watching his brother not ask her to dance, Brayden had intervened.
He walked up to her and extended his hand, asking her for a dance. No sooner had she half smiled, disappointment lining her face he was not his brother, than the male himself had showed up.
Glaring at Brayden, he pushed him aside and Kate’s face had lit up. He had winked cheekily at the female and waved the two onto the dance floor.
No thanks were ever received.
Craig caught his eye and a small risky smile hit both their lips. He looked away, knowing the next few months were going to be fun.
Just before the sun rose, the two royal carriages pulled up outside the castle.
“Casa dolce casa,” he said, stretching his tall, large body.
“I don’t know about you, but I feel the need to celebrate after last night’s success,” Craig said, slapping him on the shoulder.
He laughed.
“Once we have updated the Lieutenants on the latest situation, we can play my friend.”
Security first, play second.
It was his rule. He may appear to be a playboy, and he was, but he took the safety of his family, the throne, and his race extremely seriously.
A few hours later, he was sipping a rather nice whiskey while a blonde vampire sucked his cock vigorously. Around him dozens of others engaged in delicious and interesting sexual acts.
Smoke wafted from cigars, the smoke rising into the high ceilings of the grand castle. Crystal chandeliers hung sparkling in the haze, and around him sat luxurious furniture. On the wall paintings of his family—including his own fine face—hung in large gold edged frames.
Thank god for the heavy drapes that kept the sunlight out of the castle during the day, saving them all from turning to ash. Many vampires around the world lived in boarded up homes, caves, or underground properties, limited to the hours they could get access to food and water.
While they survived on blood, they also required food and water for nourishment. More could be done for the race and they were setting up alternative systems every day with the technologies being developed by humans.
The music from the piano filled the room, and he glanced over when he heard the keys smash as one. The male had given up and lifted a big-breasted female onto it, then ripped open his shirt.
He didn’t blame the guy—how anyone could focus in the middle of an orgy; he didn’t know. The sounds of pleasure were its own kind of music.
“Got everything you need, my prince?” Craig asked with a grin as he walked past. His hand stroking his own cock.
“More so than you, by the looks.”
The male laughed and kept walking.
Someone nearby let out a loud groan, which set others off, and Brayden smiled. God, he loved a good orgy.
He set his drink down and lifted the blonde female’s face off his cock. Thank goodness she was pretty. He had paid little attention when she’d first licked him.
“My lord?”
“Sit on me,” he ordered.
She looked delighted as she climbed up onto his lap and straddled him. He directed his cock at her entrance and spread her moisture around.
“Down you go, pretty.” she lowered, and he grunted in pleasure at her tightness. “Fuck yes.”
Gripping her hips, he thrust into her hard and fast. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Craig take a cock in his mouth as he fucked a female from behind. That set him off, and he released into the female in long powerful shots.
“My lord, oh my lord.”
A few short moments later, he patted her bottom and sent her on her way. He took a long swig of his drink and glanced around. A male sat stroking his cock, gazing at Brayden’s body. Unlike Craig, or any other male in the room, no one would shove a cock in his mouth.
He was the prince, their captain.
It wasn’t the males on males were frowned on, not at all. It was simply that one didn’t touch a royal unless he was invited to.
Brayden, however, felt like some variety. He moved to sit beside the good looking vampire. He glanced down at his own cock.
“It’s yours if you want,” he offered the male.
Licking his lips, the vampire leaned down and took him in his mouth. His powerful tongue sliding up and down his length.
Oh fuck yes.
Brayden shut his eyes and placed one of his arms on the pillar, letting the male suck him off. Sometimes guys just knew how to get the right spot. Arms came around him from behind as the attached body twined around him. Beautiful breasts were suddenly on offer, so he took one and tweaked the nipple. The owner groaned, plunging her fingers inside herself and groaning.
“I’m next, my lord, you promised me last time.”
“Fuck,” he cried as the male sucking his cock came through with the goods. “Sure, on your back and legs in the air.”
God, he loved a good orgy.
