Victorija had always admired her buxom figure and could only imagine that she must be good in bed—otherwise her father wouldn’t have kept her around so long.

Eleanora stopped at the bottom of the dais and put her hands on her hips, her long platinum-blond hair hanging down her back.

“I hear congratulations are in order, Principe,” Eleanora said.

“I have killed my father and taken my rightful place at the head of this clan, if that’s what you mean, madam.”

“Yes, that’s what I heard, and I cannot say I am sad. Your father may have been my lover, but a more evil, sociopathic person you could not meet. Now I am free, and I have you to thank for it.”

When Eleanora said that, she looked directly at Victorija’s fly. She immediately felt the ache inside her intensify, but she played it cool.

“Thank you, Eleanora. Please feel free to stay and partake of the celebrations. I was just on my way to my apartments.”

She started to walk away and in a split second Eleanora was by her side as she walked. “May I accompany you and have a drink?”

Victorija almost growled out loud. She knew Eleanora’s game. She wanted to retain her position close to the throne of the Dred clan. But despite Eleanora’s intentions, Victorija did not show her excitement.

“If you wish,” Victorija said coolly.

They reached her father’s rooms in the castle, now hers, and walked in.

“Let me pour us a drink,” Eleanora said.

Victorija took a seat on the couch while Eleanora took a bottle of blood from the ambient cooler in the room and poured them each a wine glass full of deep red blood. She handed a glass to Victorija, but remained standing in front of her.

“To new beginnings.” Eleanora lifted her glass in a toast.

“New beginnings,” Victorija replied and took a sip. Despite it not being fresh, this blood added to her buzz.

Victorija knew Eleanora wanted to seduce her, and that made her incredibly excited and turned on, but she sat back, relaxed and cool. Eleanora’s tight-fitting dress accentuated her curvaceous body, and Victorija wanted to see it, but she waited for Eleanora to make the first move.

“I think you need to celebrate gaining your father’s crown in a special way.”

“Oh? And how do you propose I do that?”

Eleanora began to strip off her red dress. “By allowing me to give you pleasure,” she purred.

As the dress came slowly off, Victorija’s breathing hitched when she saw Eleanora had nothing on underneath. She threw the dress to one side, and left on her red heels.

It was no wonder her father enjoyed Eleanora.

“What better way to complete the end of your father’s rule than to have his lover in his apartments?”

Victorija looked over Eleanora’s shoulder to the large painting on the wall of Gilbert in uniform and fur-edged cape, the usual cruel, self-satisfied, smug look on his face.

“How right you are, Eleanora.” She would never turn down sex after feeding but there was an added element of excitement about having her father’s lover.