Chapter Eleven Truth or Dare

In the opulent chambers of Darker Ville palace, Prince Harry stood before me, utterly naked and freshly bathed, his skin radiating the intoxicating aroma of an exclusive royal cologne. The scent was so potent it seemed almost hypnotic, and I couldn't help but fall under its spell. With a gentle yet assertive gesture, he guided me onto his bed, his body covering mine as our lips met in a passionate kiss. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the depths of our desire. But then, Harry broke away from the kiss, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that left me breathless.

"Look, we don't have much time for this, it's almost time," Harry said, his hands moving to undress me with a sense of urgency. "Whoa, relax," I stopped him, "If you rip my gown, what shall I wear to the ball?" He understood, his lips meeting mine in a swift, passionate kiss as he helped me remove the gown. I could feel his rigid desire pressing against my thighs, sending waves of excitement through me. The sensation left me aching for him, my body craving his touch.

As Harry reached for the lubricant in his drawer, he discovered I was already wet - for the fifth time now. This unexpected phenomenon had become a recurring theme when we were together. Although it shouldn't have surprised me, I still couldn't explain it. Perhaps it was something I should discuss with Mom; maybe it was connected to the mysterious aspects of my dad's past that she had yet to reveal.

Are you an omega?' Harry asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity as he gazed at me. 'I didn't know you could self-lubricate,' he added, a sly grin spreading across his face. 'Last time, I thought you'd used lube.' I burst out laughing at the absurdity. 'Fill myself with lube? Who does that?!' I couldn't fathom how that would even work - walking around with lube leaking out would be a mess! I had been planning to visit the doctor, wondering if I was sick or...but no, pregnancy was impossible. Lost in thought, I didn't notice Harry's sudden movement, and before I knew it, he was inside me. It felt incredible, just as he'd promised - a quick, intense union. He stroked hard and fast, his release filling me.

What a coincidence! Just as Harry finished, the butler knocked on the door. 'Oh shit!' he exclaimed, quickly getting off me and rushing to answer it. He told the butler we'd be right down, without revealing anything. The butler didn't pry and left. We cleaned up, sharing a few tender kisses as we went. I was left with hickeys all over my neck and jaw, but Harry didn't have makeup to cover them up. Luckily, the candlelit dinner table would provide a dim enough setting to conceal the evidence. We put on our gowns, trying to look composed, and made our way down to the dining room, hoping no one would suspect what had just transpired.

As I had anticipated, the table was set with numerous glasses of blood, a reminder that it was the Full Moon Fest, a time when the Darker-Ville royal family gathered to feast together. It was there that I finally met Bruce, Harry's cousin, whose light skin had caught my attention a few months prior. I had been curious about his identity, and now, as we conversed for the first time, I found myself enjoying his company immensely. Bruce and I hit it off immediately, our conversation flowing effortlessly.

As I gazed at Bruce, I couldn't help but suspect he was gay. He was even more captivating than Harry, with his striking ocean blue eyes, thin, inviting lips that made me yearn to kiss them, and vibrant red hair that added to his allure. For a moment, I wondered what would have happened if I had met him before Harry. Still, my heart belonged to Harry - I wouldn't be destined for vampire royalty if we hadn't met. Yet, I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards Bruce, the handsome, red-haired, pale-skinned vampire. I pondered why I was drawn to vampires, and if I had to describe one in a single word, Bruce would be the perfect embodiment. Rumor had it he was popular in college, where he attended the same school as my twin cousins, the Marys, aunt Clara's daughters.

After dinner, the night's festivities transitioned to the hunt. The vampires hunted in various ways, each with their own unique approach. The cardinal rule of the hunt was clear: no human was to be killed, but blood-sucking and unbridled passion were not only permitted but encouraged. The night air was electric with anticipation, as the vampires indulged in their desires, surrendering to their primal urges.

Harry and I took to the skies, soaring over the kingdom under the cover of darkness, the midnight hour ensuring that all humans were tucked away in their beds. Before embarking on our hunt, Harry treated me to a breathtaking aerial tour of the kingdom's nocturnal beauty, the moon casting a silver glow over the landscape. Our flight eventually led us to Willow Creek, where our hunt was set to begin. However, our attention was diverted by a loud commotion emanating from an abandoned warehouse. Curiosity piqued, we flew in to investigate, discovering a group of teenagers engaged in a raucous party.

'Let's crash that party!' Harry exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I nodded in agreement, and with a swift magical gesture, our royal gowns transformed into trendy party attire. We blended in seamlessly with the revelers, losing ourselves in the pulsating music and vibrant atmosphere. The party was exhilarating, but as the night wore on, our thirst grew more pressing. We couldn't forget that we needed to satiate our bloodlust before sunrise, or risk facing the consequences.

After crashing the party uninvited, we found ourselves swept up in the midst of a wild teenage bash. The atmosphere was electric, with everyone in high spirits. The scene was chaotic, with alcohol flowing freely, and the sound of loud music and raucous laughter filling the air. The teens were dancing with abandon, lost in the thrill of the night. But little did they know, the full moon hung low in the sky, casting a spell of unpredictability over the proceedings. And we, with our vampiric presence, were about to add an extra layer of excitement to the already rowdy gathering.

We zeroed in on a group of boys engaged in a game of truth or dare in the backroom, and decided to join in on the fun. Just as we arrived, the bottle spun to one of the twin brothers, who were dared to perform a rather intimate act on each other. I cringed at the thought, and the twins, clearly uncomfortable, protested. But, as is often the case, refusing to complete a dare comes with its own set of consequences. That's when I stepped in, my vampiric instincts sensing an opportunity.

"Let me take care of this," I said with a sly smile, nodding at one of the twins. I gently tugged at the other twin's pants, and he looked surprised, but also intrigued. "Trust me, I've got a plan," I whispered.The twins exchanged a curious glance, and the group leaned in, eager to see what would happen next. I winked at Harry, and he chuckled, knowing I was up to something mischievous.