Dawn had barely broken when Viktor led Selene down into the underground training halls beneath Draven Estate.
The vast stone chamber was lit by flickering torches and modern recessed lighting, the air cool and scented with metal and old blood.
Weapons lined the walls, swords, daggers, ancient axes, and modern firearms, all perfectly balanced for immortal hands.
Selene wore tight black training leggings and a cropped tank top that left her midriff bare.
Her body still hummed from the long night of “lessons” in the tower.
The faint bite marks on her neck and breast throbbed pleasantly with every heartbeat, and a deep, delicious ache lingered between her thighs where Viktor had taken her three more times before sleep finally claimed them.
Today you learn to fight, Viktor said, stripping off his shirt to reveal the sculpted marble of his torso.
The mate bond gives you strength, speed, and heightened senses, but you must learn to wield them.
The Volkovs will not send emissaries next time.
They will send assassins.
He tossed her a lightweight practice blade, short, curved, perfectly balanced.
Selene caught it instinctively, surprised by how natural it felt in her grip.
Show me what you have, he commanded, circling her with predatory grace.
She attacked first, lunging with more speed than she expected.
Viktor dodged effortlessly, then countered, disarming her in two moves and pinning her against the stone wall.
His body pressed flush to hers, hard cock already swelling against her stomach through his pants.
“Too eager,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear.
Again.
They sparred for nearly an hour.
Each time Selene improved, her reflexes sharpening, the bond flooding her muscles with unnatural power.
Sweat glistened on her skin, making the thin tank top cling to her breasts.
Viktor’s eyes kept dropping to her hardened nipples, his own arousal evident in the growing bulge straining his trousers.
During a brief water break, he pulled her close, hands sliding under her top to cup her breasts.
You’re getting stronger, he growled, pinching her nipples until she gasped.
But distraction is deadly.
Lesson, fight even when your body burns for me.
He spun her around, bending her over a padded training bench.
In one swift motion he yanked her leggings and panties down to her knees.
Selene moaned as the cool air hit her soaked pussy.
Viktor freed his thick cock and thrust into her from behind without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.
This is how enemies will try to break you, he grunted, hips snapping forward relentlessly.
They will use your desire against you.
So learn to fight while I fuck you.
He reached around to rub her clit in tight circles while driving deep.
Selene’s moans echoed off the stone walls as pleasure mixed with the burn in her muscles.
She tried to push back against him, to maintain some control, but Viktor was merciless, fucking her harder, faster, until her legs shook.
Come for me, he ordered, fangs grazing her shoulder.
“Now.”
She shattered with a scream, walls clenching violently around his cock.
Viktor followed moments later, flooding her with thick pulses of his cool seed.
He stayed buried deep, grinding slowly to draw out every aftershock.
“Again,” he said, pulling out only long enough to flip her onto her back on the bench.
He spread her legs wide and drove back inside her, setting a slower, deeper rhythm this time.
They trained like this for hours, sparring sessions interrupted by raw, possessive fucking.
Each time Selene lasted longer in combat before yielding to pleasure.
By midday she could hold her own for several minutes, even while Viktor’s fingers teased her clit or his cock filled her from behind.
During one particularly intense round, Viktor had her pressed against the wall, one leg hooked over his hip as he thrust into her.
You’re dripping down my balls, mate, he groaned.
So fucking wet for your king’s cock even while fighting me.
Selene moaned, nails digging into his shoulders.
Harder, please…
He obliged, pounding her against the stone until she came again, screaming his name.
Viktor bit into her throat mid-orgasm, drinking deep pulls that sent euphoric fire racing through her veins.
The dual sensation pushed her into a blinding multiple climax that left her limp and trembling in his arms.
Only when the sun was high did they stop.
Viktor carried her to a nearby recovery room with soft mats and a private shower.
He washed her gently under the hot spray, soaping her breasts and between her legs with reverent hands.
“You did well today,” he murmured, kissing the fresh bite mark on her neck.
By the next full moon you’ll be ready to stand beside me in battle if needed.
Selene leaned into him, exhausted but exhilarated.
I never thought I’d enjoy learning to fight… especially like this.
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The bond makes everything better.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Power.
He turned off the water and wrapped her in a thick towel.
Rest for a few hours.
Tonight we attend a gala in the city, Draven Global’s annual charity event.
You will appear as my queen.
The world will see you on my arm.
The Volkovs will hear about it.
Selene’s stomach fluttered with nerves and anticipation.
A public appearance?
As your mate?
“Yes.” He kissed her deeply, tongue stroking hers possessively.
And when we return, I’ll reward you properly, tied to my bed, spread open, taking every inch of me until you beg for my fangs again.
Later that evening, Selene stood before the mirror in a stunning black evening gown that hugged her curves and featured a daring backless design.
Diamond earrings and a matching choker completed the look.
Viktor appeared behind her in a tailored tuxedo, looking every inch the billionaire king.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, one hand possessively cupping her breast through the silk.
You look exquisite.
Every man there will envy me.
Every vampire will fear what I have claimed.
Selene turned in his arms, heart racing.
Then show them I’m not just a pretty accessory.
Viktor’s eyes glowed with pride and hunger.
Tonight they will learn exactly who you are.
As they descended the grand staircase toward the waiting limousine, Selene felt the mate bond humming stronger than ever.
She was no longer the heartbroken virgin who had fled into a nightclub.
She was training to become a warrior queen.
And tonight the world, human and vampire alike, would see her at the side of the most powerful man in Bucharest.
The Volkovs could come.
She was ready.