Chapter 14: A Hateful Lover

My legs almost started to move towards him, but knowing it would be better if I stayed out of sight, I stopped myself. Through the small gap in the door, I watched them make their way across the room and stop at the bed. Viktor trailed after her, Naran never letting go of his hand, and a stab of envy pierced my heart.

Queen Naran stood like a vision of beauty, her milky skin and golden eyes akin to the most gorgeous of sunsets. Her hair was long and silky, like white foam that cascaded down the slope of a waterfall. Her curves were a tempting sight, with a generous bosom, a slender waist, and voluptuous thighs that promised untold delights. She was a goddess incarnate.

The sight of her was almost too tantalising to resist, and it made me wonder what kind of past she had with Viktor... What kind of relationship did they have for her to take his hand so easily and to joke about playing rough? A feeling of sudden self- consciousness filled me. I could never be a match for such a woman.

Queen Naran lounged on the bed and let her hands glide over her body, caressing her skin near her breasts. She was wearing a revealing laced black dress that showed off her cleavage, back and long, lean legs.

"Good boy, Viktor. Now come closer". She spoke softly, lovingly, which was a stark contrast from earlier. She stretched out one of her toned legs, beckoning him closer.

Viktor obeyed and reclined beside her on the bed, still unclothed. Naran explored his body unashamedly with her hands, skimming over his shoulders, tracing the lines of his arms and the bulge of his triceps. She ran a single finger along the edge of his pubis and around the curve of his ass. Viktor didn't budge. I could see every little detail through the slightly ajar closet door and I bit my lip so hard I thought it might start gushing blood.

"It's been ages since you came to Babel, Viktor." She began in a smooth tone. "I must say, I'm hurt that I'm not the first person you came to see when you arrived. I can't believe you picked visiting this horrible place and seeing that abhorrent woman over coming to me." As she said this, she ran her fingers through Viktor's dark locks. "Tell me, what do you see in her?" She asked as she continued to stare at him, waiting for an answer. Viktor shook his head but remained silent. Naran shifted on the bed to be closer to him, so they were seated and facing each other.

"When you quit the Council ten years ago... you kind of left me with a broken heart, you know?" Naran continued.

As the words left her mouth, I realised I knew nothing about Viktor. All he told me during our stay at the inn was just the tip of the iceberg. That is if it was even true. Who was Viktor Volkov, the man I married? He hadn't mentioned a thing about being part of the Vampire Council - and his relationship with Naran seemed far more intimate than just being acquaintances! How could I know if anything he said was true?

Viktor leaned in as if to shush her, resting a finger on her soft lips. But the queen didn't take the gesture seriously and wrapped her full lips around his finger. As she sucked it, she offered him a naughty grin. I watched wide-eyed, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene.

"Oh, you want to play...? I've missed you too, Viktor."

Her tone was laced with desire, and her tongue undulated around his finger. With one hand she pressed several of his fingers deeper into her mouth, eyes half-closed in pleasure as she made guttural noises that mirrored the sounds she would make if it were his cock down her throat.

Her tongue lapped endlessly over his slender fingers as she moaned, yet he barely responded. She had all his fingers in her mouth and spittle running down the sides of her cheek. Her free hand reached out for his chest, caressing and rubbing it.

The entire time he just stood there allowing her to use him to satisfy herself, and even though he barely provided her with a reaction, I felt my face heat up and the bile of envy rise in my throat. She was so sensual and alluring that she was almost making me horny. But there was nothing I wanted more than to leave the closet and make a dash for the bitch, grab her by her long hair and yank her roughly across the room.

"What's wrong with you, Viktor?" She asked when it was finally evident that he wouldn't reciprocate. Naran's brows furrowed in false concern and clear mockery. "Have you somehow forgotten how to properly fuck after only a decade in the human world?"

Her lips curled in a simple smile, but it was obvious by how stretched out her lips were that she had wanted to laugh to her heart's fill at him.

Her question went unanswered as Viktor remained silent with his eyes trained on her.

My legs suddenly felt weak from all the standing and I was relieved that I had fed before she made her entrance. Not allowing my current situation to get the better of me I continued watching them.

"What have you been up to anyway?" She asked, shifting to a casual tone. "I heard you recently got married... Isn't that funny? I'm sure your human wife can't compare to me, though." There was a wicked and mischievous glint in her eyes.

Her delicate fingers teased the lacing of her dress, tugging lightly and enjoying the sensation of the layers loosening. Her voluptuous breasts spilled out, each perfect, rosy nipple standing perky and erect. I flushed on her behalf, as she clearly had no shame herself.

The transparent black gown she wore left her curvaceous body at full display, and her large breasts heaved as she waited for his desire to ignite. I held my breath, feeling the tension in the room as they locked eyes, searching for the other's will. I could feel her desire radiating off her skin, begging him to take her, to grab her by the hips and fuck her, and my heart raced as I silently pleaded for Viktor not to fall for her seduction...

"Suck them." She commanded as she tantalisingly cupped her voluptuous breasts. "Suck my tits."

Ever so slightly, I saw Viktor slant a little like he was going to heed to her command and then he paused, like he had just remembered his wife was just a few feet away and could be possibly watching them. What the hell was he doing? Why couldn't he just say no to her and ask her to leave already? He seemed unable to refuse any request she made of him.

Queen Naran's expression turned from that of eagerness to irritation in a split second. Her face was red and her eyes narrowed as she shouted, "What are you waiting for?" Her hands were clenched in tight fists, and her breath came in short, angry bursts.

My palms started to sweat. For reasons I could not fully fathom, this woman whom I barely knew terrified me.

Naran stood up and leaned forward, veins popping in her forehead, her knuckles turning white as she shouted, "Are you resisting me? Don't you think you can!"

I couldn't make out Viktor's features but he stayed in place, petrified by fear. All of a sudden, Naran's sunset yellow eyes gleamed a blazing shade of red and her white hair started to float around her as her feet lifted off a few centimetres above the ground.

My stomach churned as I watched her hover in the air, her eyes burning with a deep, crimson fury. How was it possible that she could do that? She stretched her fingers to him and my heart stopped beating for a split second. Did she plan on killing him?

With a slight wave of her hand, she rendered Viktor to his knees. He bent over, cradling his chest and emitting a loud, piercing shriek. I was paralysed with fear as my heart shuddered at the sight of Viktor's agony.

She stared down at him with a cruel smirk. "Now that's better." She hissed. "That'll teach you not to think you can defy me." She continued, her voice deceptively calm.

It was obvious that she had some kind of power over Viktor. I felt the urge to rescue him, and before I knew it, I was pushing the door open. A hat that was hanging above my head suddenly fell as I moved, and I held my breath, afraid of being discovered. I took my attention from the hat to the queen who luckily didn't seem to have noticed. However, all of my courage dissipated and I stayed put, unable to aid Viktor.

Queen Naran slowly regained her composure, her intense gaze fading, and her feet gently returned to the ground. Viktor collapsed to his knees, taking deep breaths in an effort to catch his breath.

"It was nice playing with you, but you've bored me now. You're not worthy of my time. I'd be taking my leave."

Her words were like a joyous melody, and I almost wanted to jump with excitement. She grabbed her clothes and draped them around her body, quickly glancing at the hat that had fallen onto the floor. She raised her eyebrows as she peered through the door's slim opening. Had she seen me? My body went rigid with fear.

Viktor had barely recovered when he noticed that I may have caught her attention, as she began to move towards the closet. She was right beside me before I could react. She kicked away the hat on the floor and extended her hands towards me. My eyes stung with unshed tears as her slender, delicate hands curled around the doorknob and pulled the door fully open. I felt my heart drop in my stomach the moment our eyes met. The Queen's expression was full of intrigue as she roughly grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the closet. Her grip was so powerful that I shrieked loudly.

"What do we have here?" She asked herself examining my features with her eyes.

I recoiled in shame as for the most part I was still naked. Her soft fingers felt me, they ran over my breasts and shoulders as if checking for something. She leaned in, sucked gently on the nape of my neck and inhaled my scent deeply.

"She's a vampire." She said as she drew her conclusion.

She turned her head to Viktor, tilting it a little. His eyes were trained on her.

"She's yours, isn't she?"

He stayed silent.

"Please, don't hurt her." He finally said as he rose to his feet. Naran pressed her fingers deeper into my skin as if to draw blood.

"How dared you?" The queen growled furiously at him, her lips forming a menacing snarl exposing her sharp fangs. "Dario!" She shouted. "Dario, come quick!"