Chapter 3 - Bite mark

~ Darion ~

Her dainty figure, her big blue eyes, and the way her wet dress clung to her breasts earlier, letting me feast my eyes. It was different. Different from the few other concubines Miranda had sent over to me in the past few years.

The way she glared at me when I asked her to raise her head…fiersty. It made me want to own her. To use her, and to break her so bad. I wanted to bury my cock deep inside her. I'd never felt this way with other women.

“I'll have her,” I had voiced out, and I thought she'd beg, cry…she did none of those.

She just stared on with emptiness coating her gaze.

When the door creaked open, I felt something I'd never felt before…excitement.

“Undress,” I said, my voice coming out sharper than intended, watching her flinch.

She raised her head, following the sound of my voice until her gaze rested onto me. So innocent. So pure. I wanted to taint her even more now. The thin fabric she'd been wearing did not justice in covering the peaches situated on her chests. The lit torch cast a glow on her, accentuating every curve of her, and I could see her skin from the material. Fuck!

My throat bobbed up and down as I emptied the contents of my glass into my mouth.

I got off the chair, my footsteps thudding the floor as I walked over to her. She cowered a bit, her eyes staring at me. Or probably at my mask, I couldn't take it off–not yet.

“Undress,” came my word yet again, and I caught sight of the way her hands trembled. I wasn't surprised. For the past decade, several women have been brought over to satisfy my needs. Or perhaps to cure my disorder. None of them left this room alive. And now as I stared at the woman in front of me, I felt the bloodlust rising in my throat.

If I couldn't be satisfied by her, then she might as well cease to exist. She didn't know that, of course. If she knew, she'd be on her knees trying everything she could to please me, just as other women did. Yet, the way her eyes changed into something fiercer within minutes, it had surprisingly turned me on.

“I hadn't wanted to be here. And why should I undress in front of you?” She asked, making my lips curl up from under my mask. Was she foolish or just daring?

“There were other women. Why not just pick one of them?” She asked, her eyes cold. I could see them glistening under the light. Interesting.

Pulling her in by the waist, I crashed my lips down on hers before she could register it, my tongue sliding into her mouth when she gasped. She smelled of lavender. Sweet. Refreshing.

Her mouth tasted like nothing I've tasted before. My kiss deepened before I could stop it, and I could feel her trying to push me away. Yet, this was thrilling. I wanted her.

I finally pulled away, giving her some room to catch her breath. Her eyes had turned moist, taking in all the air she could get.

“Did anyone not tell you that I own you now? Therefore, you have no say whatsoever,” I leaned into her ear and muttered, seeing her shiver.

I walked over to the bed, settling onto it with my legs apart.

“Perhaps you'd rather have your head rolling off your body for refusal to please the prince,” I muttered, seeing her eyes widen before returning to normal. This was the truth, it was the custom to behead a disobedient concubine.

“Serve me and you might survive until tomorrow,” I added, seeing her flinch at my words. She'd be lucky if she truly saw tomorrow.

I thought she'd refuse. I thought she'd continue to be defiant, never expecting her to peel the clothing off her body, appearing bare to my eyes. Damnit! She was so hot.

I'd seen women's bodies, but this? It made my manhood throb.

“Come here,” I ordered, watching as she took steps towards me, every movement of hers appearing delicate.

I rose to my feet, picking her up and placing her onto the bed.

Within minutes, I'd cuffed her hands to the bed, her legs parted to reveal her womanhood. Fuck, tell me it didn't look good.

Peeling my clothes, I'd climbed onto the bed to rest between her legs. My gaze moved to rest on her face where I could see a bit of hesitance. I leaned in, my lips covering hers in one swift motion just as I plowed into her at once. She screamed into my mouth, her eyes watering. I hadn't given her a time to think, or a bit of foreplay. I didn't have time for that.

I pulled out again before slamming back hard into her, watching as she tried to catch her breath. Every jab of my waist into her, every thrust had made her eyes water, her tears wetting the sheets.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, my eyes flickering from gold to red. Her scent, it was so enchanting. So alluring. Fuck! It had awakened me.

My tongue trailed her neck, licking on it until I sunk my fangs into her.

“Ahh, please no!” she screamed, trying to get away from me as I plowed into her, my fangs still buried into her as I drank from her. It had been a while since I drank from someone. A human. But now? Why was it so hard to stop? Every gulp of blood down my throat seemed tastier than the last. I could feel my blood lust curbing. My eyes had morphed, yet I wanted more.

Fuck! I could hear her screams getting dimmer, I could hear her heartbeat slowing…until they finally seized. One finally thrust into her, and a groan tore from my throat as I emptied my seed into her.

My eyes moved to rest on her face, then her neck where the bite mark could be seen. What the hell had I done?