11__Who the hell's Charming?

For the second time in the space of ten hours, Kamilla’s eyelids blinked open. Damn, she was awake again.
She blinked against the bright light that filled the room. At least she hadn’t woken in the middle of the night again.
With a sigh, she tried to sit up but realized very quickly that she couldn’t. Kamilla frowned and lifted the covers.
“Holy—” The words got stuck somewhere in her throat as she stared in shock at the thick chunk of thigh that lay across her hips. Why was there a thigh, especially one so big and manly on her body?

Her mouth dried as Kamilla turned to the side, slowly lifting the pillow that sat next to her head.
She gasped, her heartbeat kicking up at three times its normal speed.

Charming!
Oh, right. He was drunk and slept in her bed last night. Kamilla stared at him as he slept and forced herself to relax back onto the bed.
She swallowed hard as she looked at his sleeping face. He lay on his front with a leg over her, his cheek pressed into a pillow. She scoffed lightly as her lips twitched.
She thought Vampires only slept on their back like they were dead in a coffin. This guy looked too comfy.
His lips twitched in his sleep and a frown appeared between his eyebrows. She slowly inched closer, studying him.
Was he dreaming? When he mumbled, Kamilla froze, thinking he’d woken up. But he didn’t move an inch.
“Charming?” she whispered. “You awake?”
He frowned again. “Mm… sorry…” he whispered.
Kamilla swallowed. “It’s okay.”
Charming’s face grew so tight, Kamilla thought he was in pain. “I’m so sorry…”
She stared, realizing that he was talking in his sleep. He said he was sorry. To whom? Before she knew what she was doing, her hand rose and inched towards his face. His dark eyebrows arched over his thick-lashed eyes, his skin beautifully flawless. Her fingers touched his cheek, trailing gently over his sharp jawline and inching toward his tempting mouth.

Damn, but he was beautiful.
Kamilla sighed in awe, but the air got caught in her throat when a hand shot out and captured hers.
A startled squeak escaped her and she stared wide-eyed at him.
She watched in utter embarrassment as his eyes slowly opened, his iris a churning blue as he stared at her.
Kamilla’s mind reeled with different thoughts. Was he Charming or Viktor? How was she going to explain her touching him?!
His arm jerked and Kamilla gasped as he hauled her beneath him so he could lean over her, trapping her body with his. He searched every inch of her face, his eyes filled with a sleepy interest.

Kamilla couldn’t bloody believe it. Viktor sleepy was the sexiest thing to ever have existed. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

He tilted his head a degree to the right. “What’s this?” asked a voice deepened by sleep. Kamilla gulped. He was definitely Viktor. Which was why there was no way he could find out just how wet she was at that moment. “Why are you in my bed?”
Kamilla frowned, preparing to inform him that it was her room when his hand trailed down her side, sending ripples of excitement through her. He leaned closer to her and Kamilla caught her breath.
“Have you decided… to be mine?” he asked, the question as seductive as it was curious.
“Viktor, I—”
“You want me.”
“Yes.” Wait. What? Kamilla gasped. “No! No, I meant no!” When his mouth curved in amusement, Kamilla groaned and shut her eyes for a second. “What I meant was that you’re in my room. This is my room.”

He frowned and lifted his head, looking around at her bedroom. Kamilla could see the confusion in his eyes even as he tried to mask it.
He turned back to her. “I see. And how did this happen?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Did you lure me here by means of some spell? The last thing I remember is being in my bed, away from you.”
She made a face when he said “you” like she was made of slimy goo.

“You’re the one who should explain, you’re the one walked into my room and got into my bed! And before you think I let you because I want you, let me correct that. I only felt pity for Charming, he was in a bad state last night. Your arrogant self wouldn’t even have gotten past my door!”

The look on Viktor’s face let Kamilla know that she’d made little sense.

“Charming? Who the hell’s Charming? Are you playing games again?”

Kamilla sighed weakly. There was no way she’d get out of this with rational explanations.
Gathering strength, she pulled herself away. Viktor lifted himself off her body, letting her go.
He watched her scramble off the bed, his eyes taking their fill of her body.
He had to let her go now before he became unable to take his hands off her body. He had too much to do today to be distracted.

Viktor sat up on her bed and swung his legs over the side. He frowned in thought as Kamilla ran around the room behind him trying to make herself decent.

Charming. She said she’d felt bad for Charming. Who the fuck was Charming? Viktor would let the thought go as mere nonsense if it hadn’t been for the fact that one day, he remembered waking up and Damon greeting him as Charming.
When Viktor asked him what the hell he meant, Damon had corrected himself. It made no fucking sense.
Kamilla stood beside the bed, looking at Viktor’s broad back. He was silent, deep in thought. She could feel the intensity of his annoyance, making her hang back a safe distance away.

He stood up suddenly, throwing off the covers and rounded the bed. Kamilla gasped, slapping a hand over her eyes.

“Oh, my God, are you naked? What have I just seen?!”

She heard Viktor’s deep laugh, the sound as mocking as it was sexy. His heat surrounded her and Kamilla knew he was close. Close enough to kiss.
A second later, she felt cold and blinked her eyes open. He was gone.
With a heavy sigh, she sunk weakly onto the bed.
“Why me?”
*********
Viktor’s fist clenched as he leaned back in his chair, the Onyx elders bickered around him. He didn’t know how they’d found out about the killing, but they had and had done nothing but irritate him about it for the past hour. Irritating Viktor was all they’d done since he was forced to become King a year ago.
He was reaching his limits and very soon, every single one of them risked being hanged from Witcher’s.
“It’s only a matter of finding the one who killed and punishing him,” said Rogan. Most of them murmured in agreement.

“Everyone knows it’s forbidden to kill the humans. It violates the peace and turns us into monsters,” said Vernon, the only elder who seemed to have a brain in his old head. He looked at Viktor with eyes of warning. “Viktor, I fear that whoever may have done this, did it on purpose. Our children have the beasts of the Onyx forest to feed on, none of them harm humans. This may be done to hurt you, my King.”
Viktor silently trailed a finger over his glass. The man had spoken his own thoughts.

“That’s rubbish,” muttered Rogan. “If It was a plot, my King would know who it was by now, wouldn’t you? Unless you were protecting the killer?”

Viktor raised his gaze, sharp from annoyance, and settled it on Rogan. The bastard’s black eyes swirled as he smiled. Viktor’s teeth clenched. He’d wipe that smile off his face very soon.

“You’re the King,” Rogan continued. “You’re the one who suffers if this gets out. I’m sure you know that.”
Viktor smiled, but his eyes filled with venom. Rogan knew something about that killing, Viktor was sure of it.
“If you,” Viktor began, not bothering to remove the fury from his voice, nor the smile from his face. “…if you go on telling me what I already know, if your mouth and presence are useless to me, I will tear the life out of your soul until you’re nothing but dirt and dust.”
Viktor watched with satisfaction as Rogan’s mouth tightened and every elder at the table shrunk back.
“Do you understand?”

Rogan’s eyes filled with hatred and he inclined his head a degree forward. “Of course, my King.”

The doors opened and Viktor looked up. Damon entered, walking around the room directly to where Viktor sat.
The king’s eyes narrowed. “What’s this? Why are you late?”

Damon stopped and inclined his head. “I’m sorry, my King. I had to attend to something urgent.”

Viktor opened his mouth to respond, but it hit him right then. The scent. His pulse kicked up, blood pumping through his veins as he closed his eyes for a second.

Blood. The scent of a human’s rich scarlet blood wafted over his senses.

Viktor opened his eyes and settled a dark stare on Damon, his mind churning.

Rogan took the opportunity to clear his throat. “Uh, might that urgent something be… a hunt?”