Dracula's Groom

CHAPTER FORTY: Say you're sorry

Dracula

The next night I was forced into a meeting that was far beyond my control even as King. Members of Parliament had gathered in a private building in the center of town. The meeting was to address my sexuality as a gay King in hopes that I might be dethroned and my family's legacy removed from the history books. But I would never allow such a thing to come to pass. I ordered the meeting to remain silent as I stared at each of the faces of the men who would just love to see me burn in front of an entire country.

"Gentlemen. I can assure that as your King, my sexuality is not a threat."

"It's not over that," one of the men called out. "We know what you are, vampire."

I chuckled softly, smirking. "Yes. It's true. I am indeed a vampire. But make no mistake that I will kill every single one of you, if you so much as make a move against me. Now, is that understood?"

More silence assured the following of pounding heartbeats as each of the men looked at each other in fear. And I was right, after all. I had no trouble killing them to make sure that my claim to the throne would remained intact for all eternity. An hour went by and the meeting adjourned with the members of Parliament exiting the room in a flash. Humans think they have power when it comes to silly things such as maintaining a so-called government. But that's where they're wrong.

You see, I've been around a long, long time. My power is limitless, my strength is in the thousands. I'm immortal and so I do not age. I will continue to be King of Romania until time no longer exists or I die. I don't need others to tell me how I should run my own country. I'll rule Romania with an iron fist if that's what it takes. Nobody on earth and I mean, no one on earth tells me what to do. And if they don't like what I am, then that's their choice. For I am finally in the position I've always dreamed of which is my father's legacy.

I leave the meeting room where Nicolas is waiting outside with the car. The engine idles as he eases us into traffic and heads back to the palace. Earlier tonight though, Nathan barely said two words to me. As if our no cuddling routine the other night proved anything it all, it mean't that he still wasn't speaking to me. I hated seeing him like this. I missed his touch, his kiss. And most of all, I missed the sex.

"Nicolas, have the pilot get the plane ready tonight. I'm taking Nathan on a three-day holiday weekend."

"Of course, Your Majesty. Will you be needing me as well?"

"No. We'll be fine. Just keep an eye on our guest until I get back."

The drive back to the palace took about twenty minutes. But it only took me five seconds just to walk in the front door. My sense of hearing brought upstairs to our bedroom where Nathan was standing in front of the bathroom mirror. In a single swoop, I had placed him over my shoulder and headed back downstairs as I got in the car and forced him to sit on my lap. His face was full of confusion but that certainly didn't stop his lips from moving.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Wow. A whole sentence," I replied. "I think that's the most I've heard you say all night."

"Screw off."

I held him against my chest, my hand on his throat as I growled in his ear. His body froze instantly. Then I used my other hand to slip beneath the waistband of his pants as he tried not to moan. I reached down even further and played with his hole as he arched his back and gasped. My cock became hard as it tightened, confined to its prison. It wanted to be let out, to be free and inside the one thing that only made sense in this world. I slipped in a finger and all but came when he said my name.