His eyes flash and he grunts. Hot, wet stuff sprays on my face. Oh my god, he is cumming all over me. Gallons of the stuff. This should be gross, so why do I like it? What the hell is wrong with me?
For some reason, I keep staring up at him as he cums all over my face. I’m blinking the stuff out of my eyes, but I still can’t look away.
His ruby eyes glow, actually light up, like cat’s eyes in the dark. He is loving this. I am loving this. Fuck it. It is hot. I don’t care if it makes me a perverted weirdo. I only care about one thing.
When can we do it again?
Chapter nineteen
“I’m not stepping into a void!” I yell.
“It is not a void,” says Tristan. “It is a portal.”
“I don’t care what it is called, I’m not going near it!”
My arms are crossed over my chest and I’m sounding rather shrill, but I couldn’t care less. There is a swirling dark abomination of defied gravity and time, in the middle of Tristan’s sitting room, and there is no way in hell that I am stepping into it. It looks like a Black Hole or a doorway to Hell. Nothing good could possibly come from going anywhere near it.
“It is so much quicker than travelling by carriage,” Tristan says.
“What part of,I don’t care, do you not understand?” I spit through gritted teeth.
Tristan sighs and steps towards me. This motherfucker is going to try to grab hold of me and drag me into the void. No fucking way. I aim a punch towards his face, but he catches my wrist easily and keeps hold of it.
I glare up at him in furious outrage. He smirks down at me.
“Are we fighting or flirting? I get confused,” he sayssweetly.
I growl and try to launch myself at him, but he uses his hold on my wrist to lock my arm into place and keep me away from his body. Then he steps towards me. Bastard. Quickly, I step back. We perform our dance until my back hits the wall.
Suddenly, his free hand is in my hair and I’m utterly immobile. I growl at him as he forces my head up. His red eyes gleam as his head lowers towards me.
Oh no. No. No. No.
“Don’t you dare fucking kiss…Mmpgh!”
His lips attach to mine and I can no longer talk. I can no longer think. Can no longer do anything. I am not sure if I am even breathing. Tristan’s lips are soft and warm. They are pressing against my lips insistently. Taking control of my mouth. Filling me with warm golden pleasure. Possessing me. Setting me a blaze with passion.
His lips leave me and with a soft whimper I chase his touch, but he is so damn tall I can’t reach him. He pulls me forward and I stagger. Then I fall. Through darkness and time and all of existence. I open my mouth to let out my scream, and then suddenly it is all over. It’s daylight again and I’m in a large, empty ballroom. Even though it is as fancy as hell, it is not Buckingham Palace. We are somewhere else.
I collapse to my knees and then fall forward onto my hands. I’m gasping and dry heaving and my head is spinning like I’ve been on the Waltzers for hours.
“See! It wasn’t that bad!” exclaims Tristan brightly.
Motherfucker! I’m going to kill him. Just as soon as I can stand. And see straight.
“What an unexpected honour, Your Highness,” says a gentle voice.
My head snaps up. I hadn’t realised that we were not alone.
The person staring back at me blinks. It is a human. He is cute and short. And wearing a pretty yellow dress that is partially covered by a white apron. His brown hair is up in two pigtails. He also has a large feather duster in his hand. I think we interrupted him in the middle of doing his chores.
“Luci!” bellows Tristan far too loudly as he yanks me to my feet. “This is my pet, Ollie. He is a vessel like you. You can tell him all about it while I talk to your husband.”
Then, without another word, Tristan strolls away, out of the ballroom. With complete and utter nonchalance. He may as well have done it with his hands in his pockets whilst whistling.
Asshole. Leaving me here with this stranger. I flick my gaze back to the unknown person. He stares back at me for a moment and then seems to rouse himself. He hurriedly wipes his hand on his apron and then steps forward and holds it out.
“Count Consort Felford, Lucien Colville. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
