Vampire King’s Little Killer

Younglings is one that is young; especially : a young person or animal.

Nero

The problem started to pile up just as I was about to go back to my apartment and spent the rest of the evening with Tessa.

Ammar was supposed to be on it, but then he lost track of Rigel. And then a small group of hunters managed to behead two of our younglings just because they party too hard and killed all the people in the party bus. Their sire called it a misunderstanding, a containable mistake he said. A bus of people, all dead. It was easy enough to say that the bus was en route to crashville, a perfect escape to get the vampire younglings out of the mess. Until the hunters were on to them.

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It took me two more hours to watch as Ammar took charge of the situation and calmed the younglings’ sire and hold him off. It happened under my territory and the young sire was living in the area, a couple of blocks from my den. Ammar had managed to convince the hot-headed sire not to retaliate against the hunters. Finally.

“Go, father. I can handle this.” Ammar said as the short-tempered sire left the room. Aldrich, Ammar, and I were just about ready to leave for our meeting with Rigel and his hunters when Ammar suggested that I don’t have to attend the meeting with Rigel.

Maybe Ammar saw my bored and pissed-off face. I have witnessed how Ammar handled the situation and I know that he was capable. My oldest prince has been doing it for hundreds of years already. So I agreed and let my eldest do his job, I understand that I need to delegate.

Aldrich dropped me off at my building then together with Ammar and his guards, they went to their meeting. Aldrich will return and report back to me as soon as they’re done.

The car had just left when another car pulled in front of the apartment lobby.

“Tessa, where have you been?” I asked, startled when I saw my little killer just got out of the car. She was looking too sexy with heels that made me want to fuck her in them.

“Um, clubbing. I waited for you. You were not back, so I went out. I was bored.” She pouted and I didn’t think when I tugged her close and kissed her delectable lips.

There were two scents on her, both male. And I growled when the possessive side of me noticed it.

“Who were you with?” I asked carefully. It was taking a great strength of patience from my side not to growl like an animal and take her as my possession. I couldn’t seem to shake off the familiar scent, but it was so faint that I was not sure. It could be from anything, maybe the male just brushed her shoulder. I didn’t want to make assumptions, not when the situation between us is still rather tender. And Rigel was supposed to meet with Ammar, he surely wouldn’t challenge my clan.

“It’s a bucket list thing, go to a club, drink with a stranger thing. But then the stupid stranger decided he wanted more, then he got angry when I refused him. I was actually enjoying the thought of inflicting pain on the guy when another guy swooped in and decided to be my knight and shining armor.”

I snickered knowing how livid she must’ve felt on the inside, and she grinned at me.

“Riiight! See, you know me so well!” She smiled brightly at me, and pulled up the end of her dress, revealing the hidden knives.

Fuck… how did I get so fucking lucky?

“Come on let’s go up, I want to wash their scents off of you.”

“Oh… oh… Okay,” she beamed and kissed my cheek when I put my hand on her back and ushered her to the elevator, up to my penthouse apartment.

“You looked beautiful, by the way,”

“I know, sexy right?” She winked and twirled in the elevator while I memorized every detail of the sight.

“Very, I wished I didn’t smell any male scent on you. But yeah, so so sexy.”

After a quick shower, we relaxed on the bed while she told me about what happened at the club. “You should call me, I’m sorry I was busy. But I could send someone for you to take you to the club. At least, you wouldn’t have to call for a ride.” I know she could handle herself, and I know she’d be pissed off if I had a guard for her. Maybe one day, but for now I will let her do her thing and just be there for her.

“You said you waited for me to go to the club, but then if I go with you, you wouldn’t be able to cross the number for drinking with a stranger, right?”

“Erm, there was another number,” she said looking a bit flushed, it was cute, not that she would admit whatever it was that made her suddenly shy. But I have a feeling she was going to reveal it by telling me about the number. I couldn’t help myself not to tease her.

“And what number is that?” I asked, as my hand reached out to her list that was lying on her bedside table. “Or, do you want me to guess?”

“Nero! Stop teasing, you’re too old to tease and I’m so not used to this feeling. It’s creeping me out.” Tessa actually shuddered, as if feeling flustered scared her to the bones. So weirdly cute! Okay, I should stop labeling the female human assassin who buried people under the concrete as cute.

“Okay, sooo…” I picked up her list and scanned the numbers and there it was another club that she wanted to go to before she died. A sex club. Well… well…

“Hmmm… I do own a couple of these establishments.” My finger pointed to the number and she bit her lip and put her hand above my heart as if she could feel it beating. She couldn’t, but still, her lustful eyes was expecting me to say it.

“If you be a good little human, I might take you there tomorrow. We don’t have much time now,” she looked at the clock on her phone and huffed in annoyance, but I caressed her soft cheek and claimed her lips.

Tessa melted in my hands, and she was under me when she asked, “So that was where you went earlier? Checking out your sex club? Without me, really? The list is on the table, Nero.” She scowled and I finally laughed.

“No. My little killer, I was attending to some other matters.”

“Okay then, because I expect a complete tour of your sex club tomorrow. Tell me, what should I wear, is there a dress code to this sex dungeon of yours?” She flipped me to my back and straddled my groin.

Yep, my little killer is all innocent. Just how I liked her to be.