บททั้งหมดของ Once His Bully. Now His Whore: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

I waited longer than I thought possible, my blood dripping into Revandrel's slightly parted lips.Doubt began to creep in: perhaps he could not. Perhaps it was already too late. My knees burned where they pressed into the sand, back aching from the curve of my spine as I hovered over him, but I held on.Heart in my throat, mind emptied of every thought except one: Revandrel could not die. I would not let him.It did not matter if he would hate this. If he would hate me more for stealing the choice from him, for binding us in a way he had never wanted. None of it mattered. He needed blood, rivers of it, and who else could give that much without dying from being drained dry? Only a bloodhost, only me.“Drink, Revandrel,” I urged, voice cracking as I rubbed the open wound against his slack mouth, smearing blood across his lips. “Come on…”Hope thinned with every passing second. My legs trembled. My heart sank. I began to pull away—A weak growl rumbled beneath me.“Revandrel?” I pressed

LORD REVANDRELThe first time consciousness returned, it felt as though I had been buried underneath a mountain of fog. The world reached me in dull, distant echoes, my body unresponsive to my will.“I used the herbs you gave me last night, healer, but I fear they were not strong enough. One of the wounds still looks fresh, unhealing, unlike the others.”That voice…It had been constant, threading through the darkness every time I surfaced. A voice that was soft, gentle, and familiar. Just like her scent, and her touch.“Let me take a look,” a male voice replied.A shuffle of movement followed.I felt a sharp pain at my side, something pressing and probbing where I was already raw.“I think it hurts him,” the female voice said, concern softening every word. “Perhaps you should increase his pain draught—”“It is normal for him to feel some discomfort in his condition, my lady,” the healer sighed. “I know you gave him additional hermsbane last night, the brew was noticeably reduced this

LADY BAEVERAI could not feel my legs.They trembled uselessly, refusing to bear any weight as the world still spun in slow, dizzy circles.So… this was what release feels like. I just had an orgasm.It had felt so good, so beautiful, so untainted. Gods, so I still have it in me. Tears welled in my eyes. I was not broken beyond repair, after all.Revandrel eased his fangs free and swept his tongue once across the twin marks, sealing them closed.I sniffled.“Shhh,” he murmured, one broad palm rubbing slow circles across my back. “You are alright.”Such gentleness from him of all people, only made my tears fall faster, soaking through his robe.This had been stolen from me so long ago. Seven hundred whole years of being hollowed out, of believing I would never feel this way again. It was a long time for someone to feel dead inside, for one to think she would remain dead forever.“You are fine,” he said in a softer voice, sliding his arm under my thighs and lifting me.My legs dangled l

LADY BAEVERASomething had shifted. Revandrel was distant, moody, and withdrawn, the gentleness vanishing. After the morning walk, he kept to himself, moving with purpose, and staying out of my path. More his old self than he had been in days.I tried not to let it bother me, keeping out of his way.We ate our midday meal in silence, the scrape of utensils against wooden bowls the only sound between us. Afterward he left for the village.Loneliness pressed in.With Revandrel close being kinder and gentler, it had been easier to turn off my thoughts and live in the present, pretending the dark cloud hanging over me did not exist. But now, the silence came with thoughts I did not wish to dwell on.So, I cleaned. Scrubbing the small house from top to bottom, sweeping, wiping down surfaces, and shaking dust from the few threadbare curtains that still hung at the windows.When the rooms were clean I turned to the laundry: carrying our soiled garments to the stream behind the house, kneelin

The late afternoon sun poured golden over the wide courtyard of Naked Den, shining over the ranks of sentinels who stood in perfect formation to receive Lord Cel’theren. The carriage rolled to a halt before the building’s entrance. Revandrel exited the carriage first.I followed, taking in the sprawling estate, its familiar stone and towers stretching wide under the sky. A journey that was meant to last a single day had dragged on for a week. And now, it has come to an end.Standing here now, mixed feelings churned inside me.Relief, because the danger had passed now that we had left the open road behind. Dread, because as a courtesan of this estate, I did not know what awaited me now. Sadness, because the fragile truce I had found with Revandrel would likely shatter now that we have returned. “This male,” came a familiar male voice filled with exasperation. Lord Alaric strode forward past me, straight toward Revandrel. “You truly do enjoy dining with death, do you not?”“Good to se