SelineI couldn't describe that warm, fuzzy feeling I got when I heard Ferrara laugh for the first time.So animated — his perfect face scrunched up, eyes wide and bright, his dentition shimmering; the fangs lurking just behind his upper lip. To be honest, his laughter was unexpected, and it surprised us both. A lot. The sound rippled through my being, shaking my waters, and making me crave it over and over again. No matter what he did, my body couldn't stop responding to him. Until now, I didn't realize how dead I was inside, until he purchased me.“You have to accept the fact that I described you perfectly, pet. You know this,” He groused, tucking a stray strand of hair that'd gone loose from my bun behind my ear, smirking in a creepy, yet charming way that set my body on fire. “You do cower eventually. Reluctantly, though. But that's alright. Soon you'll crave bending to my will. Soon, you'll want nothing else than to live and please me. I can assure you.”I rolled my eyes, wrinkli
A warm ray of sunlight heating up my face, forced me to stir awake at exactly eight o'clock the next morning. Annoyed, I turned to face the wall, pushing the sheets over my head. But the events that had taken place last night had me kicking my legs hurriedly, the sheets falling off my body, on the floor. Sitting up to rest my back on the headboard, I shut my eyes as it all came crashing back. The most horrifying evening of my entire existence. The fifteen dollar bid. Riding home with the vampire king, and agreeing to a duel with him. I glanced around, frowning at the brown, dull-coloured walls of the strange room I was in. The bed sheets were brown as well. I didn't remember Ferrara bringing me in here last night. I knew I'd gotten dizzy at a point, but I couldn't figure out what happened next. Perhaps I'd fallen, and he'd carried me. What surprised me the most was that I slept peacefully — for the first time since my parents and pack members were killed. No dreams. No nightmares. No
SelineI slept in the garden, undisturbed for a few hours before Iridessa appeared in the doorway, calling me inside for dinner. It wasn't steak this time, but fruit and beef.“Here you go, sweetheart,” she beamed, pouring a bottle of fancy Fiji water into my bowl and sliding it across the floor, over to me. For an ordinary werewolf, Fiji water was a painful luxury that couldn't be afforded in a hundred lifetimes. But for me, the vampire king's pet and beloved, I could have it daily like it was nothing. Ferrara would ensure I had the best in everything.By six in the evening, the three girls returned to take me back to my room, using digestive cookies. I played along, allowing them to lock me in my room. I figured I'd be better off making their jobs easier. They were patient keepers. Very patient, for a wolf like me. Besides, I needed to concentrate on what's in front of me. This mission meant a lot, not just to me but the academy as well. I had two hours before I'd face Ferrara once
FerraraI strode towards the door with Seline in my arms. I loved the way she squirmed, while ducking her head whenever I was carrying her. It was so rare to see her so bashful, so I normally enjoyed every second of it.“Good evening, Your Majesty,” the guards chorused as they pulled open the door to the limousine for us. I nodded at them, setting Seline down on the floor, before clambering in. She looked around awkwardly, a bit confused. I growled as I snapped my fingers, patting a spot on the floor right in front of me. She flushed, scooting closer gracefully, and settled into a submissive pose with her head bowed in obedience. I ran my fingers through her soft hair and brought her face closer to my knee.“Fear not, pet,” I ordered quietly, leaning down to plant a kiss on her left shoulder. She blew out a breath, still feeling out of place, but the tension around her nerves eased up.I eased back into my leather seat with a sigh as the limousine meandered through the dreary town str
SelineI stood rooted, bubbling with excitement as Ferrara moved to stand in front of me — his skin pale, yet shiny in the darkness. His face had that animated look as he laughed, the sound filling up my being like a much needed drug I secretly craved. The joyous sound made me feel as though I was levitating, like a bird just learning how to fly. I peered up at him blearily, his large arms secured firmly around my waist.“You like it a lot, don't you, pet?” he asked, chuckling. “Welcome to Domi Sotto. A small paradise for subs like you.”I gasped. “Don't tell me you...own this place. How on Earth?”I'd heard a lot of rumours surrounding Domi Sotto; the renowned, dangerous vampire night club back at the academy. The rumours had broken out amongst shifters shortly after Erin — a slave shifter was murdered in the club after she fainted while her vampire master was pleasuring her. I'd heard of, and experienced my own share of wicked masters, but Erin's had to be the worst. Unfortunately,
Seline“It's breaking dawn, Seline,” a deep, sonorous voice cooed in my ears. I stirred awake, my vision blurring as Ferrara's well-sculptured face loomed over me. “It's time to go, pet.”“Mmm,” I managed to nod as I sat up properly. “Seems we lost track of time, Master.”He chuckled. “Well, whose fault is it?”I didn't have the right words to explain how last night went. I'd felt an ecstasy like no other — Ferrara working me up multiple orgasms that by the time we were done I was sated, tired and close to fainting. I'd fallen asleep immediately in his arms, enjoying his warmth, and it seemed he had a swell time cuddling me as well. Our bond was getting too strong to be confined within this Master-pet basis. Even now, as he carried me towards the limousine, bound for home, his eyes twinkled at me with such fond delight I'd never seen in them before.“Good morning, Your Majesty,” Samuel greeted with a curt nod as he pulled the door open. “Hope you had a good time last night with your,
SelineThe next few days whizzed by in a blur. The night-time training with Ferrara grew more intense as the days progressed as he took me through every whim of pleasure there ever was. I hated to admit it but I was getting better at a good sub, and I reveled in his attention. Day in, day out, I found new reasons to fall in love with him. To grow dependent on him. Even if a love story between us was not possible, he'd forever raised the standards of how I wanted my mate to be to an impossibly high degree.“You've been such a good pet, Seline. A marvelous angel. Brave girl...”Perhaps it was what he told me about Angel, how much we had so much in common, how much resemblance I bore to her, that caused my feelings for him to explode. I'd begun to crave his touch, to crave his praises and approval as though it were oxygen. Armed with a never-ending list of Angel's flaws, I was striving, each day, to be a better sub than her. To establish myself as a trustworthy confidante for Ferrara.I
SelineI spent a greater part of the morning exploring the garden paths — marking out those that led to the forest, which was an extension of the mansion. Iridessa monitored me for an hour or two from where she was seated on a kitchenette stool on the kitchen, but afterwards she left to prepare lunch for me. I shuffled between rose patches, sniffling and chasing bunnies down their little holes, but careful not to stray too far into the forest.A parrot swooped down suddenly from above, dropping a piece of paper over my eyes. I growled, ripping it off and chased after it hotly, but it got away, narrowly missing my claws. I caught the insignia on the tail feather — a dark mark in the shape of a black eye — and knew immediately who sent it. I pinned the paper to the ground with my paw, my body growing cold.Kill him soon or the both of you will be dead meat. — J.There was also an old photograph attached. One I'd seen so many times before. One I'd come to abhor. Even though it was quite