American exchange student Kate Bordessa has fled to Russia to escape her familys hopes that shell become one of the Proffered, human women who feed and mate with elite vampire warriors. But when she stumbles upon a wounded vampire in the streets of Moscow, shes instinctively driven to protect himand feels an undeniable spark of desire.
Grieving over the deaths of his brothers, Vampire Warrior King Nikolai Vasilyev has thrown himself into battling his enemies, focused only on vengeance. Until the attack that brought him to Kate. Their sexual attraction explodes into a night of uncontrolled passiona night that marks them as mates. Is their connection strong enough to convince them to embrace a destiny neither of them was expecting?
Seduced by the Vampire King
Laura Kaye
www.millsandboon.co.uk
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
About In the Service of the King
Copyright
Chapter One
Nikolai Vasilyev was right in the middle of the shit, and it was exactly where he wanted to be. Shots erupted from two positions ahead of him and ricocheted off the abandoned cinder-block streetscape hed been patrolling. Ducking into an alley, he felt a telltale whiz of air buzzing his ear and went flat against the concrete wall of the old factory. Inhaling the frigid, early winter night air, Nikolais hackles rose and his fangs stretched out. His enemies were close enough he could feel their evil.
He wanted trouble. And he found it. Or it found him. Semantics.
Somewhere ahead, concealed among the long-neglected buildings, a band of Soul Eaters apparently had a snipers roost. Those demented murderers jeopardized the hidden vampire world by caving in to the lure of exsanguination. All vampires drank from humans, but only the Soul Eaters consumed human souls by drinking through the last beat of their hearts, then removing and eating it. Their addictive recklessness threatened to expose them all to the broader human world, and escalated the ancient war between the two rival strains of immortals.
Nikolai plotted out a plan of attack, the street taking shape in his minds eye like a 3-D simulator. Dark satisfaction pooled in his gut. Sending these little birdies flying from their nestpermanentlywas going to turn this night from a miserable waste to decently tolerable. It didnt get any better than that for him. Not anymore. Not since hed dishonored himself, and the Soul Eaters killed Evgeny and Kyril.
The hushed, efficient chatter of his warriors sounded in his earpiece and drew Nikolai from his thoughts. Torturing himself over his brothers deaths had no place out on the street. There was plenty of time for that while the sun kept him inside cooling his heels. He peeked over his shoulder and around the corner of the building. A volley of shots rang out and Nikolai growled a curse under his breath, his gaze swinging around to the rusted industrial street lamp illuminating his position. He sighted the bulb and squeezed off a single bullet that solved that problem, then turned, fell to a crouch and took another light out farther down the street.
Whos got a lock on that gunfire? came Mikhails voice through the earbud. His second-in-command was a consummate soldier and the only thing holding his kingdom together at the moment. Nikolai was man enough to admit that. Report in.
One by one, six of his finest warriors gave the all clear and confirmed their locations. Nikolai sighed. He didnt want to share this one. He didnt want to have to rein himself in. When he found the Soul Eaters position, he wanted to unleash the inhuman monster within, to surrender to the grief and rage boiling inside him as he tore his enemies to pieces with his bare hands and fangs. No fucking audience required.
As if they all didnt worry about him enough. He hated the weighted silences and sidelong glances that seemed to follow him wherever he went these days. Christ, he needed to release a little of the volcanic agony expanding in his chest, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. Hard to care.
An awkward silence passed before he heard, My lord, whats your area of operation? Mikhails tone no doubt sounded level and professional to everyone else, but Nikolai recognized the wariness and exhaustion in his oldest friends voice. Guilt soured his gut. I say again, my lord, whats your AO?
Focusing on the task at hand, and not the way he was failing Mikhailhell, failing all of themNikolai did a quick ammunition check and ran through his mental plan one more time. He took a deep calming breath and centered himself, using his memory of the last time he saw his brothers, expressions frozen in death, to fuel his resolve.
Son of a bitch, Nikolai, answer me. Youre there, arent you?
With indecipherable words still ranting from the speaker, Nikolai tugged the unit from his ear and yanked it from around his neck. He dropped it to the ground and crushed the receiver with his boot, insuring no one could come behind him and eavesdrop on his warriors movements.
With an apology to Mikhail and a vow to Evgeny and Kyril, Nikolai moved out onto the street, staying low and tight to the building. He set his sights on the general location from which the earlier shots seemed to originate and ducked into doorways and alleys whenever he could. Twenty meters ahead, a third street lamp posed an insurmountable problem. Whether he got rid of it or left it intact, he would reveal his position to the enemy.
He voted for the cover of darkness and took it out with a single shot, only the sudden blackness and sprinkling of glass against the concrete sidewalk revealing what hed done. It was enough.
A barrage of gunfire erupted, the snaps and crackles of high-speed projectiles close enough to make him dive for cover. The enemy fire brought something useful with it, toothe Soul Eaters muzzle flashes gave away their position and told Nikolai precisely where he needed to go.
Release and relief were so fucking close.
The break in the gunfire meant theyd likely lost his position in the dark, so he bolted from his place behind a car and flashed across the street at preternatural speed. Closer now. He was so close he could smell their fear. He reveled in it. Drank it down into his belly like the sweetest nectar. Soon, he would gorge himself on it.
Reconnoitering the new side of the street, Nikolai shoved out of his hiding place and darted across the intersection to the block that housed the Soul Eaters fortified position.
Victory lured him forward, out into the open.
Bullets rained down around him, but he ducked and twisted, plowing onward. His fangs pinched his bottom lip as he hauled ass to safety. A doorway loomed ahead, one that should be shielded from the nest above.
A new barrage of gunfire clattered and echoed in the space between the wasted buildings. The sound hurt his head and disoriented him. Nikolai couldnt place its location.
And then searing fire tore into his shoulder, the side of his neck, the back of his thigh.
Fuck, somehow theyd gotten behind him. And no one was covering his six. Because he hadnt let them.
He was hit. Hit bad.
Howling more from the agony of defeat than the pain of the tainted bullets, poisoned with the blood of the dead, Nikolai flashed down the side street before the blood loss and infection drained his powers, his life. He pushed himself to keeping moving and lost track of the distance he covered as he retreated from the abandoned industrial quarter toward the general direction of Moscows city center.
His breathing was loud in his own ears, a mix of a rasp and a gurgle that told him the neck wound was critical.
Son of a bitch. Mikhail was going to kill him. Assuming he survived.
The poison hit his heart as the industrial area gave way to apartment buildings and shops. He crashed against the brick wall of a building and his vision blurred and twisted. The world went sideways and he hit the ground so hard it rattled his brain in his skull. Between the blood loss and the poison, moving took herculean effort, but he had to get off the street.
Gun still tight in his grip, he dragged himself on his forearms, pulling the dead weight of his body toward a gravel path that ran alongside the building. His muscles screamed, sweat stung his eyes and his gasping breath scorched his throat. A thirst more intense than any hed ever felt made his tongue feel thick and his fangs ache.
As the buildings shadow covered him, Nikolai could move no more. He hoped the kingdom hed refused to lead these long months would survive the succession crisis his death would leave behind.
Regrets. Oh, so many regrets.
Bitter cold bent his bones until he was sure they would snap. He shivered, sending his teeth and fangs clattering against one another. How wonderful it would be to have the warmth and companionship of a mate right now.
He had not strength enough to even chide himself for the thought.
A black fog descended, stealing first his sight, then his hearing. Tortured thoughts remained to the end until, mercifully, they too faded to nothing. Just like him.
Chapter Two
One question kept repeating itself in Kate Bordessas mind: What the hell am I doing here?
She stuffed her gloved hands in the pockets of her parka and ducked her face against the cold night air. It was one-thirty in the morning and the street was empty, except for her. Unanswered questions and a sense of anxiety had kept her awake until shed finally given up on sleep, thrown on some clothes and hopped the underground metro at the university. She thought walking around Red Square and seeing the cathedrals, palaces and towers there would cheer her, would remind her why she had come to study in Moscow. But not even the vivid colors of Saint Basils or the festively lit outline of the GUM department store had made her feel any less like something wasnt right.
So shed walked, hoping physical fatigue would drive away the unfounded anxiety. Though she remained firm on the reason shed fled the Statesher parents wanted a destiny for her she could never acceptKate couldnt escape the restlessness that always left her feeling she wasnt doing something she was supposed to do. Under the surface, a sense of unease, as if shed forgotten an important appointment or a commitment, nagged at her. In quiet moments, a gloom of foreboding descended over her, setting her heart to racing and making her momentarily sure some tragedy had unfurledand she mightve stopped it.
It was all making her crazy. And homesick. Maybe it was her looming birthday that was causing her unease. Though you wouldnt think turning twenty-one would be traumatic.
Pausing at an intersection, Kate swept her gaze in a circle around her. The can of mace in her pocket boosted her confidence to be out here, but a woman still had to stay aware of her surroundings. Finally, the light changed and she tugged her hood snug to her face as she crossed the street. Shops, businesses and office buildings gave way to apartment buildings. She didnt know this neighborhood well, but she was familiar enough with the city after living here for five months to be certain if she kept going a few blocks, shed come to a metro stop on the line she needed. Hell, maybe shed even pass the closest one and keep walking until the one after.
A couple tucked against each other passed her on the sidewalk. Their low voices and laughs heightened her loneliness, unleashing a deep-seated fear shed never find that sense of belonging others seemed to develop so effortlessly. It was as if she was a square peg in the round hole of life. Never had a boyfriend. Barely been kissed. Parents urging her to join them in something she couldnt fathom. And the closer it got to her birthday next Friday, the more acute all these confusing, ridiculous feelings became. It was almost as if a clock was ticking down tosomething? What, she just didnt know.
Suddenly, her scalp prickled and the hair on her neck and arms rose. Her stomach clenched and flip-flopped. What the hell?
Sure someone was stalking her, Kate shook her hood off and whirled, but the street was empty. Still, the ominous feeling was so convincing, it took every ounce of willpower to restrain her desire to run..
Finally, she stopped trying to resist, and broke out into a jog, relief flooding into her when the squat red M of the metro came into view up ahead. Gloved hand grasping the mace, she passed one apartment building, then another,.
Shit. Her ankle twisted off the edge of a broken curb she hadnt noticed. Thankfully, the height of her boot prevented her from rolling it enough to cause a sprain. Damn thing still hurt, though. She paused and leaned a hand against the corner of the building, her exhalations fogging on the cold air.
Take a freaking breath, Kate.
She rotated her foot and stretched her ankle, reassuring herself it was fine. She just needed to go home and go to bed. Everything would look better in the morning.
The breeze kicked up andKate froze. What was that smell? Something spicy and warm. She couldnt begin to place it, but all at once she forgot her panic. Swallowing the saliva pooling on her tongue, she inhaled more of that enticing smell like a lioness scenting the most delicious meal on the wind. She looked up at the apartments, but everything was dark. Behind her, the street remained empty. To her left, a driveway disappeared into darkness
And the darkness concealed the source of that scent.
She wasnt sure how she knew it, but she did.
One step. Another. Lured into the darkness. By something that called to her very soul, that appealed to her on a primal level. She had towhat? She wasnt sure. Find it? See it?
Taste it.
The urges were so instinctual she didnt even think about questioning them.
Shaking off the odd haze, Kate removed her smartphone from her jeans pocket and woke up the screen to provide a bit of light. A series of selections turned on her flashlight application and cast a brighter, broader illumination.