I was being designed from the start to appeal to a man who took one look at me and refused what I had to offer.
And now that my father is gone, I am alone once more. At this academy, I am alone.
The sadness festers in my stomach. I will remain alone if I can not find a mate.
I’d always thought I’d be offered to Wyatt and he would take one look at me and know I was his destiny, the same way I knew he was mine. That he would gaze upon me and be so moved by my beauty and my offering of peace that he would not be able to resist me and we would ride off into our proverbial dusk and he would claim me with his fangs and his cock and all would be as it was destined to be.
Even in my bloodheat, I longed for a man I’d created in my mind. For the man Wyatt Castor truly is, is not the man I dreamed he’d be.
Bright, sapphire eyes beckon me in my thoughts. I’d often dreamed of those eyes, deep and blue and wondrous. I had no idea what Wyatt would look like, but I was close enough with some details in my mind that it’s almost uncanny.
Wyatt’s eyes were like aquamarine jewels underwater, and they were stunning. But they were not the deep blue of a morning glory or a sparkling sapphire that I had dreamed of. Pity.
My skin flushes with heat as I let my mind wander down its favorite rabbit hole. For as much as my fantasy has shifted over the years during my bloodheat, there has always been one fantasy that prevailed over the rest.
Those deep ocean eyes lookingupat me. From below.
My pussy clenches at the thought, knowing this fantasy well. It’s served me through many a heat, with and without my aides, and judging from the look of things when I entered, I do not think Ptaris coveredthatparticular aspect of my departure. He rarely cared for me during my bloodheat. My father made sure when I was in the midst, I was alone, because it was safer for all of us.
Your bloodheat is a powerful thing, sweetheart. And not every vampire can resist the call of such power.
Apparently, Wyatt Castor can.
I push away the thought of Wyatt and his cruel aquamarine gaze, not wanting him to poison this moment of peace. And I need peace, right now. To settle my mind and my lust.
I let my mind wander back to the sapphire orbs that warm my soul. Dark, thick eyelashes frame those beautiful eyes that stare up at me like I am worth worship.
Like I am truly a queen in my own right.
I let out a deep sigh as my insides twist, my thighs moistening once more. I don’t think twice about sliding my hand below my dress, my fingers seeking purchase between my slick folds. The relief is damn near palpable as I imagine sharp fangs in place of my fingers, a warm tongue probing my entrance, the softness in contrast with the prick of sharp teeth.
And then, like a poison, those aquamarine eyes fight to take hold, Wyatt’s bitter voice rumbling in my psyche as I slide a finger inside my cavernous warmth.
Tell me all the ways you’re perfect for me.
I cry out in frustration as the position of thoseaquamarine pools switches places with the sapphire gaze I’ve dreamed about. The image of Wyatt, on his knees before me, looking up at me with that cruel gaze, his fangs glistening with the evidence of my bloodheat juices on his lips, his chin, cause my insides to flutter like a moth, seeking light.
His image flickers, fading in and out with the figment of my fantasies—the man I’d created in my mind. But now, he looks more complete. Deep blue eyes, dark hair. Broad, muscled shoulders and sun-kissed skin.
An odd shade for a vampire, but nonetheless, it is beautiful. I slide another finger inside myself as I try to latch on to one image, but it is no use. The man in my dreams fades into Wyatt, flickering back and forth as if my mind can not settle on who I wish to bring me the satisfaction I seek.
I shouldn’twantWyatt. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this, with my hand between my legs, but I can’t deny the effect I felt in his presence, nor can I deny that my orgasm is already starting to build.
I whine in defeat, settling on the thought of the Castorian prince and his bitter voice, his hand wrapped around my throat. The only sound that can be heard in the room is that of my heavy breath and the wet sound of my fingers as my hips thrust against my hand.
And then Wyatt’s vicious gaze melts away like chocolate in the heat, revealing deep brown eyes that stared at me as if they could see right through me down to my very soul.
Adrien.
My insides twist as I remember his cloying earthy scent, his fiery gaze. His sarcastic, yet bitter tongue.
His exquisitely defined chest. I’ve never seen a vampire like Adrien. All muscles and sinuous curves, dark and inviting but also surprisingly irritating and enticing at the same time.
That sharp pain in my just echoes at the thought of him, as if his name alone could conjure up something inside of me I didn’t even know existed.
I know it makes no sense to think ofhimin this way, especially given the fact I barely know him. He had agreed to help me, and I know I should leave things at that, but…
I can not help but let my mind linger over the memory of him standing above me, his golden chest shimmering with sweat, the scent of him practically choking me. For the briefest moment, he glanced at my mouth, at my neck. The energy between us pitched like a fire, and something inside of me just…knew.
