Adamantia’s gaze followed, and her hard stare softened.
“I see,” she said nodding.
“You see what?” Selene asked, and Adamantia gave her a knowing looking.
“You have something worth protecting now, and it was almost taken from you once before. Your vigilance is understandable, but do not allow it to cloud you judgement. You have so few allies, niece,” Adamantia warned.
“Come, pet,” Selene said, reaching out and taking my wrist. “I must meet the councillors that spent the night before they leave.”
She began to drag me towards the mansion.
“They are already at breakfast. They very much enjoyed the morning show,” Adamantia said as we passed her.
If not for Selene’s hold of me, I would have fell over my feet, caught so off guard by the casual comment. I knew she was talking of my spanking.
Selene laughed, the strained edge leaving her features.
“I knew you would enjoy that,” Adamantia smiled.
My legs felt numb as Selene continued to lead me away.
“I don’t want to see the councillors,” I whispered as we neared the entrance to the mansion. I desperately wanted to avoid interacting with anyone that witnessed my spanking.
Selene laughed again.
“Keep your eyes down, and you won’t have to see anyone,” Selene suggested.
“That’s not helpful,” I grumbled, and Selene stopped us just before we reached the door.
“Behave, pet. No more outbursts. You may say farewell to Fotis of Cliffwind—otherwise, head down and follow my instructions. Can you behave for me, hmm? Can you be a good girl?” she asked, tilting my jaw up.
I nodded my affirmation, hypnotised by her liquid-sliver eyes. Would there ever be a time that her eyes wouldn’t capture me?
I was rewarded with a quick but heated kiss.
After, she took hold of the collar of my coat and drew me near, dipping her head to my neck and checked her marking.
She had spent the better part of half an hour that morning, marking me before we left the bed. The skin of my neck was still sensitive, and a shiver ran down my spine and tingled my ears as her nose brushed against me.
She moaned softly, satisfied with what she found, before placing a gentle kiss against my pulse and lifting her head.
15. Don’t Feed After Dark
Persephone Flores
We entered the dining room again. Sasha smiled as we entered, and the four councillors who had spent the night from the meeting yesterday stood and bowed their heads respectfully to Selene.
The table was laden with food and glasses of blood. The councillors’ eyes were on me—I could feel them. Quick glances my way. A man and a woman gave each other a look with a slight smile, and I turned my eyes to my feet as we walked to the table, avoiding eye contact with anyone, hoping desperately that I didn’t look as embarrassed as I felt.
Selene did not reach to pull my chair out, and I was momentarily confused and reached for myself, but she gave a quick and light tap to my wrist and I stopped myself.
She pulled out her own chair.
“Good morning, councillors. I trust that everyone had a good night’s sleep?” she said as she took her seat at the head of the table.
I thought that she expected me to stand behind her—perhaps she would pull me into her lap—but instead, she looked pointedly at me and then the floor at the side of her chair. With the nod of her chin, I realised what she was asking of me.
She wanted me to kneel at her feet, on the floor, like a dog.
