The Vampire King's Pet-Chapter 334: Sleep with Me

Just in case—not wanting to stick to one route, one that might turn out to be quite drastic for her—Clara stood up and headed to King Jared’s room.

She knocked before striding in the moment she heard him call out for her to enter.

Closing the door behind her with a smile on her face, she noticed King Jared furrow his brow as he fixed his gaze on her.

"I’m surprised that you decided to grace me with your presence," he said with a hint of humor in his tone.

"Is there something you’d like to discuss with me?" he asked, having taken off his cloak to reveal the space where his left arm should have been.

He still looked as dangerously handsome as the first time she had seen him. Clara fixed her gaze on him as she slowly began to strip, taking off the band that held her dress together before reaching to touch the zipper. Her intent was obvious on her face even as King Jared’s expression darkened when he heard her speak.

"Sleep with me and knot inside of me," she said, knowing it was something he could do if he indeed wanted to.

But simply hearing her words was enough for King Jared’s mood to take a turn for the worse.

"Sex!" he barked in anger. "Even now, all you think about is sex?" he snapped, fully aware that it was not the sex itself that angered him. It was the realization that she was making a plan B for the continuation of his bloodline if he did not survive—making it clear that she intended to live without him, unlike his own intention to sacrifice her in his place if it came to that.

"Get out! I’m not interested!" he ordered.

Clara slowly nodded her head to show that she understood, even as she continued to remove her clothes, much to Jared’s annoyance.

It wasn’t until she was completely naked in front of him—allowing her ears to pop out of her head, white and furry—that she finally stopped moving. A smile spread across her face, a cruel glint shining in her eyes as she began to speak.

"Refuse, and I’ll scream, and you’ll watch as they all find out that werewolves are in this inn. Even if you run away, I won’t. If you kill me, you can’t erase all traces of us that they would find," she said, her smile widening the more she spoke.

"I have never asked you for more than you could give. I have been nothing but a good wife, and yet you refuse to sleep with me, choosing harlots over me!" Fury and anger bled into her voice as she spoke.

"I am no longer asking—I’m demanding. You will bed me. Refuse, and you might as well bid our plans here goodbye," she told him, conviction blazing in her eyes—something Jared could not pretend not to see.

He realized she would do exactly as she said, and even more, if he did not comply.

"Spread your legs. You don’t have to move. I’ll do the work," she promised, which only made Jared scowl even more than he already was.

Still, just to spite her, he fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression on his face. It wouldn’t be his fault if his lower member didn’t react to her—it would be hers.

His focus remained on the ceiling even as he felt hands at his waist, pulling open his pants and freeing his softness between his legs.

He almost smirked—until he felt himself slide into something warm and moist as soft, slick sounds echoed through the room. Shocked, he looked down to see Clara sucking on him with renewed vigor.

Something whores did and never wives. Especially not Clara, with how stuck-up she had always been—constantly speaking of duty and responsibility.

What annoyed him even more was that she didn’t seem terrible at it as she lapped at him like a dog, enough to make pleasure slowly course through his body.

It was inevitable that he would be affected as he felt blood rush there, engorging the area much to his annoyance and unwillingness.

Glancing down, he saw himself hard as a rock as Clara spread her legs and mounted him.

He shook his head, aware that she was yet to have sex. Without preparation, it would hurt her beyond words. A smile spread across his face as he watched pain flash over her expression while she tried to force him in.

His grin widened, expecting her to give up—only to see her grit her teeth, meet his gaze, and push him inside, biting down on her lips until they bled.

There was no pleasure on her face as he chuckled openly, not even trying to hide it while he watched her slowly move against him.

Clearly, she had made up her mind to go through with it regardless of the pain, and at that very moment, Jared decided to allow it.

Grabbing her waist, he thrust into her just as she wanted—just as she had begged—ignoring the tears that slid down her face as she struggled to make no sound.

He was well aware of how much it hurt her, and he wanted it to, wanting to remind her of the consequences of going against him. He moved harder and faster, enjoying how wet it felt even if the liquid was blood rather than arousal.

He pounded into her, gripping her waist as she made no move to stop him, knowing that was exactly what he was waiting for. One single pause and he would have pulled out before finishing inside her.

But the longer she endured, the angrier he became as his pleasure neared its peak. He grew more aggressive as she let out short cries, tears continuing to stream down her face.

Just when Clara was convinced she could take no more—feeling as though she were being torn in two and burned from the inside out—she felt Jared finish inside her.

Tears slid down her face, but she still managed to smile as she met his gaze.

She got what she wanted.

She wasn’t surprised when, instead of letting her go, he grabbed her again—a sly expression on his face that showed he wasn’t done with her.

Clara ignored the feeling of dread that crawled down her spine. Focusing instead on the fact that she got what she came for.

His Sperm