As I sunk my fangs into Mary’s neck, my beast hummed, in pure pleasure, drinking her blood was like sipping from the finest wines, in all my years, I had never tasted anything better. Mary let out a little whimper of pleasure, and I could feel my want for her growing stronger. I slid my hands, down the side of her neck, tracing her collar bone. She leaned into my touch wanting more. My hands continued to travel south as my fingers pinched and squeezed her nipples, making her arch her back forcing her breasts deeper into my hands. I could tell she wanted this as much as I did. I slowed down my drinking, not wanting this moment to quickly, my hands trailed further, until I reached her bare thigh, I rubbed my hand against her bare skin, it was so soft and smooth, her breath hitched, and I wondered if it was from my bite or if she could feel the small sparks of electricity too. I wandered my hand into the crevasse of her thighs, and found she was not wearing any under. My thumb traced
“So what’s it like being the blood slave to the king?” Nevaeh asked me as we were sitting down at the table enjoying some fresh squeezed orange juice and scrambled eggs. After my rendezvous with Nikolai this morning I was starving. Who knew that being a meal for a Vampire would leave you so damn hungry. “Umm.. I’m not really sure yet.” I answered honestly. “He’s pretty brooding and really bossy, but I guess that’s what comes with being King.” “Hmm..” Nevaeh said, while pushing her eggs around her plate with her fork, I could tell something was on her mind, but she seemed nervous to ask. “Nevaeh,” I called to her, causing her eyes to look up from her plate and look into mine as I reached over the table to grab her hand in mine, hoping to calm her nerves, “You know you can ask me anything right?” Nevaeh squiggled in her seat; from the way she was acting, I knew whatever she wanted to ask was going to be bad. She looked around to make sure no one was within earshot before whispering,
“I’ve heard of it, but I thought it only effected Wolf Shifters. I’ve never heard of a vampire having a mate bond.” I replied intrigued on where Ambrose was going with this. “It’s a rare occurrence for other species to have a mate bond, but while it is a rarity it does occur.” Ambrose said thoughtfully, his hand on his chin as if he was in deep thought. “Has a human ever had a mate bond?” I asked, feeling nervous about this connection between Mary and I. “Never.” Ambrose replied solemnly. “There’s never been a documented occasion where a supernatural was mated to human.” I grimaced at his response, “If that’s the case then why mention the mate bond at all? Mary is a human.” “It’s the only logical explanation,” Ambrose said, standing up from his chair, pacing my office. “I’d like to study Mary.” “No.” I replied sharper than intended. My beast was very protective over our blood slave. “If you want answers it is the only way,” Ambrose said, crossing his arms and starring at me. “
I’ve been waiting on the foyer for what feels like ten minutes now and I can feel my patience warring then. I am not use to anyone making me wait. Just as I feel I am about to explode with anger, I hear the pitter patter of small feet, but I am not greeted with Mary’s scent, instead I am overwhelmed with the smell of roses after the first spring rain shower. “King Nikolai,” greets Kade’s blood slave, bowing at the wait,” I tried to race through my brain to recall her name. Nevaeh, that’s it. That’s what Mary and Kade had called her. “Nevaeh,” I responded, trying to hold my temper at bay, “What is the meaning of this, where is Mary?” Nevaeh starts to shift from one foot to the other, as she picks at her hand nervously, “Umm.. Miss Mary, has told me to inform his highness…” “Hurry out with it girl.” I growled, my patience on it’s last straw.“Miss Mary has decided that she is not going.” Nevaeh rattled out nervously. “Not going!” I growled, my aura swirling around, “WHAT IS THE M
“What are you wanting access to again?” I asked the dragon twins, trying to keep any trace of annoyance out of my voice. “We need access to the archives. King Nikolai wants more information on the blood moon.” “Ahh does he know?” I inquired reaching up stroking my blond beard.“Yes, something about the effects the blood moon has on Vampires. He insisted that the wolf pack has the longest history on the blood moon.” Replied the shorter of the twins. “That is true.” I said puffing my chest out with pride. My wolves were the best supernatural out there, we knew all the secrets of the other supernaturals, we fought together as a united front making us stronger than the others. We deserved to be king, not that filthy blood sucker. A low growl started up in my chest, and the dragon twins looked at me questioningly, “Sorry,” I said faking an apology, “My wolf is excited about the mating season, we’ve been looking for our fated mate for quite some time now.” The twins didn’t respond, bu
It hadn’t even been a full day since I had forced Mary to remain at my side, and she was already moaning, groaning and complaining about it. “You snore in your sleep.” She whined at me as soon as we woke up the next morning. I called her a bed hog and advised I did not enjoy sharing the comfort of my bed with her. She then went out to try and get out of sleeping in my room. I couldn’t believe the audacity of her, any other women in this palace would be swooning at the chance to sleep in my bed. At this moment, I was impatiently waiting outside the bathroom, for Mary to get dressed. I had a meeting with the high council today about a spree of killings that bordered the Werewolf and Fairy territories, and she was taking an abundant amount of time to get ready.“Mary,” I growled out, finally losing my patience with her, “If you’re not out here within the next minute I will come in there and drag you out.” Mary mumbled something under her breath, that I couldn’t quiet catch, but I thou
I thought my heart was beating rapidly when Nikolai asked me to go for a run with him, that was an understatement to how fast my heart was beating now that we were actually running. Trees and shrubby zipped by us. Eventually I couldn’t tell what was what because we were going so fast, I was terrified that Nikolai might trip over a tree branch and send us flying, but I knew that his senses were keener than mine, and he had a lot more experience with running than I did. I couldn't tell where Nikolai was taking us, all I could tell was that we were heading upwards. Just as quickly as the run had begun it had stopped. Nikolai carefully helped me off his back, gently settling me on the ground, making sure I could maintain my balance, before he stepped away. I looked around at the scenery and was amazed. Nikolai had taken us up to a beautiful cliff, that had a lone waterfall, the waterfall entered into a shallow pond, that had steam coming from it, the water was crystal clear and I could s
Today had been different from what I was expecting. Having Mary follow me around wasn’t as annoying as I thought it would be, in fact watching her and gaging her reactions to my world was entertaining. I was intrigued throughout the council meeting. Mary’s head had popped up a little when they mentioned Human Mates, and I began to wonder if that was a conundrum that she hadn’t heard of yet. It seemed that more and more frequently wolves were discovering that their fated mate was a human, the fae were also discovering their mates in the human realm as well. Could it be possible that Nikolai, the strongest of them all, was mated to a Human, someone so fragile. Nikolai refused to think about it. There was no way the fates would mate him to her. They knew the life that Nikolai led, one full of danger and violence at every corner. If Mary was his mate, then the fates had a fucked up sense of humor. I continued to think about my day with Mary by my side, as I was patrolling the Werewolf- F
After laying down pouting in Nikolai’s bed, I figured I could make better use of my time, as I began to rifle through Nikolai’s belongings, hoping that maybe I would be able to find something useful either to help with my escape or help when I am free and searching for the wolves that murdered my sister. At the thought of Anya, I felt a familiar ache in my heart. She’d died so young, she had so much life left to live. I pushed the heartache I felt for Anya away, I’d later use that pain when I faced her killers. My search through Nikolai’s closet had been for nothing, the only thing I found was that Nikolai was very particular about the way his clothes were organized, each item was separated by category, the dress shirts with the dress shirts, the pants with the pants, the suits with the suits, the jackets with the jackets, and so on and so forth. Then each category had its on sub category, separated by sizing, color, and length. Part of me, wanted to rearrange the closet and see how