“What are you so afraid of?” I asked, my hand running down her face. At first, she was unmoving, but slowly she leaned into it. “I’m here to take you back.”
Her pained expression had my heart breaking.
“I’m not… I’m notmeanymore, Cedar.” Her voice caught. “Before they gave me to the family, I was in a dungeon. They… They only fed me blood. It… changed me.”
It hit me then that she was afraid I wouldn’t want the new her. Wouldn’t accept her. I looked at her then in a new light. The feared hunter who had once taken down vampire after vampire becoming one herself, and not by choice. It was forced upon her, and now she was scared that I, out of all people, would push her away for it.
How dare they? How dare they lock her up? How dare they treat her like nothing more than an afterthought?
She deserved better than this. The world had already proven to be cruel with her upbringing and the prophecy forced upon her. How could it continue to do this?How can I even begin to help her? What could I possibly do?
I felt useless. I wanted to help my lover, but there was nothing I felt like I could do that would be enough to make up for the level of depravity of what had happened to her.
I wanted to curse the gods. Demand that they give me an answer. But I knew it would get me nowhere. The real enemies were the ones in the council.
Pushing down the anger, I did the only thing I could think of. I lunged forward, gripping her shoulders, and forced her lips to mine.
She let out a pained groan, her hands coming to my hips, pulling me to her. I tried to tangle my hand in her hair, but she was stronger, faster. She turned us, pushing me against the wall, her mouth opening to push her tongue inside mine.
I let out a noise of protest that quickly dissolved into a moan as she kissed me. I wanted to talk to her. It was supposed to just be a kiss to show her how much I wanted her. How nothing had changed for me. I never meant for it to go this far, but I couldn't fight what was happening between us.
If we couldn't say it in words, then we sure as hell would be able to say it with our bodies.
It was hard, rushed, all the time we spent away building up to this moment. But it felt like coming home.
The part of me that was missing was right in front of me.Kissingme. We were melding together, forcing our bodies against one another, but in the back of my mind, no matter how relieved I was… there was still something missing.
Someone.
Our perfect princess.
She moved down, her lips trailing down my face and neck, and I leaned my head to the side. When I felt the brush of sharp fangs, I realized what was happening.
“Wait! Vesper, we need to?—”
Her hand covered my mouth, and in a flash, her teeth were buried in my neck.
My magic flared, reacting to the threat. Red magical vines swarmed around us, circling Vesper, but instead of fighting her, they pulled her closer.
My magic accepts her. Even when she’s burying her fangs in my neck.
I let my body sink into her.
My mouth opened in a silent scream, but all too quickly I started to feel the heat of her venom work its way through my system. It was different from Aurelia’s. Back then, when she pumped me full of her venom, I turned into a horny mess, but this…
There was something stronger about Vesper’s venom. Something that made the burn so intense that my stomach began cramping almost immediately.
“Oh god.” My groan was muffled by her hand.
She pulled away, blood dripping down her mouth and onto our clothes. She’d never looked more dangerous than in that moment. Her eyes red, a hunger in them that sent a jolt of electricity straight through my entire body. She was ravenous for me, and it made me fall apart.
Just like that, an orgasm was building up in me. I couldn’t stop it. And all it took was just the tiniest bit of her venom.
“You taste good, my witch.” Her voice was deep, sultry. Not at all like the human Vesper I once knew.
“You sure have changed,” I whispered as she pulled her hand away. I wanted her. My body was desperate for her. My cunt was already aching. Wetness pooled in my underwear.
She leaned forward, her lips barely touching mine as her hand trailed down my front, dipping into my pants. I hissed as her fingers met my clit. I needed more. I needed her to fuck me hard, to pull the orgasm she was teasing me with out of me.
