Esral felt herself gape but quickly closed her mouth, working hard on keeping her breathing even. “Whose fault is that? I was given to Zane. Little did my father know that he was already promised to another and it’s not like you were available either.” She took in a deep breath. “I was more than willing to do my duty as a princess.”
Brant smiled. “And I’m sure you still are. In order to show unity between our species, you would need to mate vampire royalty. Take Xavier to your bed and solve this dilemma. There is less likely to ever be a war between our species if you were to mate my brother.”
Oh by the sun, the moon, and the earth, her heart rate went into overdrive. Her chest heaved. There was nothing she could do to stop it. “Your brother has made it very clear that he doesn’t want me. I assure you that the elven species does not plan on raging any kind of war against the vampires. I have been granted permission to date and mate with whomever I choose, and until my father instructs otherwise that is what I will do.”
Brant chuckled. It was weird to see such a fierce warrior in the throes of laughter. Even Zane frowned, glancing sideways at the male. He finally stopped laughing enough to talk. “You’re a virgin,” Brant said through a broad smile.
“Yes, although I don’t see why that fact is so funny to you.” Anger boiled. How dare he?
Brant shook his head. “No, what I meant was that you lack experience in being able to understand males. Xavier is thoroughly taken with you, princess.”
She shook her head. This male didn’t spend any time with either of them. How the hell would he know? He wasn’t there when Xavier ignored her. Her guard didn’t so much as look at her bare legs the other day when she purposefully had worn those very short denim shorts. If anything, he went out of his way to ignore her more. At the end of that particular shift, the male even went straight into the arms of another female. She knew because she could scent her on him the next day. Just as she had scented various feminine scents on him on a regular basis.
Vampire females were very different from her. Tall, imposing, rivetingly beautiful with their high cheek bones and small high breasts. Her hands clenched into tight fists in her lap as she thought of her own short stature and petite frame. Esral was as fine boned as her breasts were plump. She had to suppress a sigh just thinking of how she had caught more than one of the vampires staring at her cleavage. Must be because they thought her oddly shaped. Her teeth were all sharp little points, so she lacked the large fangs that they seemed overly fond of. Xavier was not interested, and of that she was sure.
She shook her head. “No, he isn’t and I refuse to mate someone who does not want me.”
“Oh, so you at least admit that you want him?”
“I will admit nothing of the sort.” She said too quickly and with too much venom in her voice.
Brant smiled, looking scarier than if he were scowling. “You have two choices, my dear Esral, either you mate Xavier or start dating.”
Zane nodded. “Many males have asked you out, yet you refuse them all. What is it that you want?”
Esral gasped. “How dare you? I don’t have to date anyone.”
Brant shook his head. “I can’t have Xavier on guard duty over you forever. Though the alternative would be to allow an elven virgin to walk around my castle unescorted, it’s asking for trouble plain and simple.” He sighed. “Your father worked hard to get centuries old lores changed to allow you and other elven highborn females to date and to choose their own mates. You dishonor him by not at least dating a few males.”
Was the vampire king right? Should she date other males even if the one she really wanted was unavailable to her?
She finally nodded. “I will need to think on your words.”
Brant locked eyes with her. “That is fair, but do not take too much time trying to decide. I don’t want to have to set up another meeting. Don’t force my hand, Esral.”
Her blood boiled at the injustice but she pursed her lips knowing that telling them off wouldn’t help her predicament. It would be better to think things through first. Esral decided to change the subject instead. “I would suggest that you meet with my father to discuss the need for my people to buy meat.” She frowned. “I am sure that your males were mistaken but if it was somehow true, I am sure there is a reasonable explanation.” Although she couldn’t think of any. The only logical thing was that the vampires had it wrong somehow.
Zane nodded. “You are right, female. It is sound advice.”
“You may go now.” Brant stated, making no move to stand. “Send Xavier in and wait outside please, princess. He won’t be two minutes.”
Zane leaned back, folding tree trunk like arms across his massive chest. Heart beating fast, Esral made for the exit. She had much to think about. There were two things she was sure about though, there was no way elven folk would purchase dead animals and Xavier did not see her as a sexual being. Maybe she should just go ahead and date one of the other males even though the thought left her feeling cold. If these kings thought they could boss her around though, they had another thing coming.
Chapter 6
Elisabeth had finished her salad a half an hour ago, yet Becky still picked at hers. Moving food around with her fork more than actually eating. She hoped to buy herself more time. The best thing would be to kick Ross out. If she ended it here, no one would end up getting hurt. The problem was, she couldn’t make herself do it.
He stared at her from across the table with the darkest and most intense eyes that she had ever seen. They made her feel like she was the only woman on the entire planet. Ross had to be one of the most attractive males she had ever laid eyes on and he wanted her. Wanted. Her. That waitress at the diner was really pretty with her narrow hips and boobs that would be exactly a handful, which was perfect according to a certain saying. Forget just a coin, the chic’s ass was so tight, Becky was sure you could bounce an entire purse off of it…easily. Yet, instead of interested, Ross had actually looked irritated at the attention.
Right now, his eyes narrowed in their scrutiny of her. No, wanted was the wrong word. He acted more like he needed her…like his very next breath depended solely on her. Becky shivered. Loving and hating the attention in equal measures.
She could see that he was getting impatient. His jaw locked. Those endless ropes of glorious muscles bunched beneath his tight tank. His fathomless eyes darkened up until she felt like she was drowning in their endless depths.
Ross shoved himself away from the table and rose on a low growl. So deep that she felt the vibrations to her very core. So deep, her heart skipped a couple of beats making her feel out of breath.
“Enough.” Another low growl. “You. Me. That bedroom. Now.” He had gone all caveman on her. Too bad she found it sexy as hell.
“We have guests.” She managed to somehow still sound calm. It was far from true.
“They are adults and can take care of themselves.”
Elisabeth and Griffin had moved to the sofa over five minutes ago and were talking and giggling together.
“I don’t know if we should leave Elisabeth with…”
“He won’t rut her.” Ross said under his breath and from between clenched teeth. His eyes softened. “I assure you that your friend is safe. We need to talk.”
Becky felt panic well. Talking led to bonding which led to an inevitable breakup which she was going to avoid at all costs. She shook her head. “I’ve changed my mind.” She headed towards the bedroom, pulling the t-shirt over her head as she entered. “Let’s just fuck. Talking is overrated.”
Ross slammed the bedroom door as she turned to face him. The walls shook from the impact. Her whole body shook as his feral gaze landed on her breasts. He growled, exposing a set of fangs that would have a lesser woman cringing. She watched as he warred with himself and finally tore his gaze from her chest, his eyes locked with hers.
“What are you so afraid of? You said at the eating hall that my being a vampire has something to do with it
. I would never hurt you, Becky, you need to know that.”
“I would hurt you, Ross. You’re really very sweet.” She shook her head.
His lip twitched. “You won’t hurt me. How could you?” He smiled. “You are a mere human. So small, so soft and delicate.”
She couldn’t help but to smile. He thought she was small. Instead of fist punching the air like she wanted to do, she folded her arms while watching how his eyes were once again drawn to her boobs. His pupils actually dilated as his gaze turned heated and needy. Her pussy couldn’t help but to become a bit wet in response. Okay, it became drenched.
Ross growled. “I can scent your need but we must talk.”
“Well stop looking at my breasts like that. I can’t help getting turned on when you do.”
“You need to stop pushing them up and together like that, makes me want to…”
“Want to what…?” It was her turn to sound husky.
He shook his head and clenched his jaw, his eyes still firmly on her cleavage. His broad chest heaved.
“Tell me already. What is it that you want to do?”
“I plan on giving you pleasure, not giving in to a base fantasy that would only serve me.” His eyes were still on her boobs.
Becky took in a deep breath knowing that it would push out the twins even more and was rewarded with a frustrated groan. This was fun. She took both breasts in her hands and squeezed them.
“Fuck.” Ross growled while palming his dick through his jeans once before shoving his hands into his pockets. “Please stop that.”
She squeezed tighter, sure to keep the twins together and looking at their best. “Just tell me what you want to do to me and I’ll stop.”
“Fine…” He growled. “I wish to rut you between your mammary glands. I saw it on one of your human sex movies once.” His eyes turned pained as they locked with hers. “You are utter perfection, your breasts would be soft yet warm and welcoming. It is a fantasy that I have had ever since I had the great pleasure of looking upon your exquisite cleavage but when we do rut again, know that it is going to be all about you. I won’t give in to such selfish fantasies.”
Oh wow!
Becky would love to see this big warrior lose it between her twins. Just the images his fantasy evoked had her feeling hot and bothered.
“No, female.” He growled, his nostrils flaring.
Oopsie. Becky suddenly realized that she was rolling her nipples between her fingers. It was with great effort that she forced herself to let go.
Ross licked his lips and took a step towards her. “You were afraid that you would hurt me, and I have assured you that it is impossible. I would like to rut you now. Take off those pants.” He looked thoughtful for a few seconds. “I will lick you first. Suck on your little nub until—”
“As much as I would love for you to lick me, there is something I need to clear up first.” She took a deep breath. “When I said I would hurt you, I wasn’t talking about physically. You non-humans form lasting bonds.”
He nodded. “Yes, we do.”
“I am not capable of forming a lasting bond. I will hurt you, Ross. I am happy that you want to spend the night. I really am very turned on right now.” It was her turn to lick her lips as she admired his thick biceps and broad, strong shoulders. “But, only if we both agree not to become attached. Sex is one thing…a relationship is another entirely. Some of the things you said earlier make it sound like you want more than just hot sex.”
“Can’t we just take it one day at a time? Tonight can be about pleasure. You can decide if you want to see me again or not. New moon is days away so no chance of us mating by accident or anything.” He threw her a lopsided smile that did strange things to her insides. “Let me stay, please. We both want this.”
That was the problem. She wanted him a little too much. Rushe, dropping her despite her insisting that it was a one night thing had possibly left her feeling a little vulnerable. That had to be it. This was nothing more than rebound feelings and she would keep telling herself that until she damn well believed it.
“Don’t fall in love with me after tonight.” She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, feeling like a full of herself drama queen. “It’s just”—she giggled—“who wouldn’t after having all of this.” She laughed at her own silly joke while gesturing up and down her curvy body.
Ross didn’t react as expected, he growled and advanced. For a moment she wanted to turn and run. In this moment, he made her feel a little too much like food. “I am going to fuck you now, little Becky…you might want to call the neighbors.” He picked her up. “Warn them so that they don’t think you’re being murdered.”
Her channel flooded as her adrenaline coursed.
Ross nuzzled into her neck as he moved to the bed. “You will scream very loudly, but I will not harm you in any way. Call your neighbors.” He put her down on the bed by the side table. Her landline phone was on there.
“You’re serious?”
Ross nodded. Oh god…he really planned on making her scream that loud, that long and that hard that he felt she had to inform the neighbors. Becky swallowed thickly. “Jessica”—she gestured to the left—“is on holiday. Mr. Woodrock”—she gestured to the right—“is deaf. The woman that lives upstairs hates me, so she will probably make popcorn and laugh hysterically while she thinks I’m dying. The guy that lives below me has already left for his nightshift.”
Ross nodded. “So we’re good?”
She shrugged. “I guess.”
Ross grabbed her pants at the ankles and pulled them off in one fast easy motion that caused her to fall back on the bed with her ass over the edge. He tossed the garment aside and pulled his own shirt over his head.
The big vampire growled as his eyes dropped between her legs. For the first time in her life, she felt self-conscience under his intense scrutiny. His hand inched forward until it cupped her mound. “So soft.”
“A pussy is meant to be soft.” Then she had a thought. “Wait a minute. Are vampire females hard down there?”
He smiled, looking feral. “No. I was talking about your fur.” His fingers thread through her neatly trimmed landing strip.
“Do vampire females not have hair?”
He shook his head, his eyes still firmly on the juncture at her thighs.
“Oh.” Unconsciously, she started closing her legs feeling a little self conscious.
“I like it.” He smiled while pushing her thighs open wide, to the point where her knees were mere inches from the bed. “I need to taste you. You have an amazing scent.”
She nodded, rising up onto her elbows so that she could watch him. Ross licked his lips as he positioned himself between her thighs. His tongue licked the whole length of her slit, like he was really…tasting her. It was definitely a non-human thing.
“Yum.” He said before leaning in until his whole face was buried in her pussy. His tongue swept across her clit, once, twice before settling on a rhythm that had her back bowing and a moan escaping.
She allowed her head to drop back and groaned. “God…you’re good at this.” She thrust her hips forward for deeper contact, her hips rocking in time with his wicked tongue.
Ross grabbed ahold of her hips, holding her in place. She could feel the pleasure coiling in the pit of her stomach. Her breath was coming in ragged pants, sprinkled with all out moans.
Becky cried out when he slipped a finger into her. When he curled the fingertip zoning in on her g-spot, her lungs stopped working. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened until her lungs finally filled again. When he added a second finger, she threaded her fingers through his thick hair and her legs clasped him tighter. “Oh. My. God.” She managed through clenched teeth.
A third finger joined the party just as he sucked on her clit. Her back bowed right off the bed as an orgasm tore through her. When he finally released her she fell boneless onto the mattress breathing heavily.
Becky cracked open her eyes and watched as Ros
s removed his clothes. The male was an absolute stunner. Dark hair, dark eyes, acres of bronzed skin pulled taut against muscles that would be too good for the likes of Men’s Health Magazine.
She couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he approached the bed, grabbing her by the ankles. “I can’t wait to fuck you. To feel how your tight pussy swallows me up. So tight, so wet, so hot, so fucking mine.” He dropped to his knees on the edge of the bed and pulled her so that her ass connected softly with his knees.
“I’m not yours, Ross. Please don’t say that.” Hearing him say the words made her heart race.
“You are mine tonight, and if I can help it—”
“Don’t…” She held up a hand. “If you say anything more then I’ll have to kick you out and my pussy doesn’t want that right now.”
He looked like he wanted to say something but locked his jaw for a few beats instead. “Are you ready to scream, little human?” Ross’ voice had dropped about a hundred octaves, his lashes fused as he looked down at her.
She swallowed thickly, nodding once.
Just then, a loud keening noise sounded from down the hall. Ross gave a lopsided grin.
“What the hell are you smiling at? I thought you said they wouldn’t rut.” She rose up on her elbows and tried to push him away.
“Relax, Becky, they are not rutting.”
There was another loud wail.
“It sure as freaking nuts sounds like something is happening.”
“Griffin is giving your friend pleasure but he will not rut her.”
“Giving her pleasure but not rutting her? What the hell does that mean?” Then it dawned on her.
“He is licking her—”
“Never mind…I understand.” She mumbled. Feeling like an idiot for not knowing right off the bat. Then again, she did have at least two hundred and fifty pounds of raw, delicious vampire beefcake posed and on the verge of fucking her senseless, so it was understandable that her mind had momentarily failed her.
There was another loud moan. It sounded like Elisabeth was enjoying herself. At least this way they were even. They’d both heard each other in the throes of passion.
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