What does that even mean?I wonder.
It means I intend to make you mine,he replies mentally.It also means I would very much like you to stop chastising me now so I can properly care for you.
Care for me how?I ask warily.Because I don’t think I can handle another orgasm right now, King Negru.I purposely use his last name and title since he claimed it wasimproperfor me to call him Ciprian.
“Mmm, I stand corrected,” he says, brushing his nose against mine. “I like it when you call me by my first name.”
“But it’simproper, isn’t it?” I sass back at him.
He smiles.
And I basically stop breathing.
Becausewow.
He has abeautifulsmile. It’s unworldly handsome. Which, given that he’s not of this world, makes sense. But it’s really not fair for him to look that alluring.
“Your lack of fear where I’m concerned is truly thrilling,” he says. “And borderline suicidal.” He brushes his mouth against mine, then grabs my hips and lifts me off his lap. “I will feed you now.”
I take several steps back, my knees shaking with the effort. He may have given me his blood, but I don’t feel fully recovered yet. Or maybe… maybe it’s panic making my legs shake. Regardless… “I’m not ready to eat more…” I trail off and look at his groin. “I…”
His lips curl again. “I’m sure I could entice you to change your mind. But I was referring to food. You can suck my cock for dessert.”
“Lucky me,” I deadpan.
He arches a brow. “You have no idea how lucky you might become, Ms. Dalca. If you become my mate, you’ll be the Strigoi Queen.”
“And do I get a say in this potential future?” I demand. “Or is it assumed that I’ll accept?”
His gaze runs over me as he stands. “You’re displeased with me.”
“No shit,” I snap. “You just treated me like a sex doll,Your Highness.” I can’t help the note of sarcasm in my tone. “I realize you’re a Strigoi, but I’m a human. I have to be able to breathe.”
“I believe I ensured you inhaled just fine through the experience.” He steps around me and starts to walk away, dismissing the conversation.
“Don’t do that,” I tell him. “Don’t treat me like I’m insignificant.”
He pauses and turns, his brow furrowed. “In what way have I done this?”
“You never let me finish talking.”
“Because your commentary is frivolous.”
“Not to me,” I reply, suddenly exhausted. “It’s notfrivolousto me.”
“I see.” He turns again, and my shoulders fall.
Defeat washes over me.
This is pointless,I think.He’s not human.
I’m not,he replies into my mind.But I know you need sustenance, so I shall have something brought up. We will talk more in a few minutes.
CHAPTER TWELVE
CIPRIAN
Viviana’s emotionsand thoughts warm my mind as I enter the sitting area just off of my suite.
