The distinction does not appeal to my beast.
Then remind your beast that I sucked your cock several times today. So he owes me some grace,I snap back at him.
Ciprian arches a brow.You’re making me think about dessert, regina mea.
How nice for you. I’ll be enjoying my coffee.I finally look at the elderly man again—the one I now know is Radu—and smile. “Thank you for bringing this up for me and for making the cream. I’m sure it’s divine.”
I swear I hear Ciprian growl in my head.
“Do you mind setting it on the table over there?” I ask, gesturing with my chin toward a small dining table near the bararea. It seems like a safer choice than asking him to set it down next to the simmering Strigoi King.
“Of course, my lady,” he murmurs, walking over to where the two chairs are tucked into a tall wooden table. “Would either of you care for anything else?”
“No,” Ciprian says before I can reply. “We’re fine.”
“Thank you, Radu,” I add, mostly to be polite. And also to piss off Ciprian a little bit more.If you hurt this nice man, I will never suck your cock again,I tell my Strigoi King.I’ll bite you instead.
His wings whoosh as he spins toward me.Biting is foreplay to a Strigoi, regina mea.
Not the way I intend it,I promise him, looking up to meet his gaze.Now be nice and stop growling in my head.
He narrows his eyes as the door closes to his suite. “You have much to learn about a Strigoi’s possessive instincts.”
“It seems I have a lot to learn in general,” I counter, finally feeling more like myself. “Now I’m going to go pour myself a cup of coffee, and then you’re going to tell me more about the trials.”
“Or I’ll simply bend you over the table and fuck you instead,” he says.
I give him the sweetest smile I can muster and reply, “If you do that in my current mood, I’ll refuse to come for you.” I step into his space and press my palm to his chest. “And trust me, Ciprian, you want me to climax while your cock is deep inside me. It’ll give you the best pleasure of your life. Just ask your tail.”
With that, I push him a step backward, then walk around him to go grab a cup of coffee.
The growls in my head intensify.
Which causes my heart to race in response.
I’m playing with fire. I know I am. But this Strigoi has me all messed up in the head. I may as well return the favor.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CIPRIAN
I findMarius waiting for me in my study several hours after Viviana finished her coffee. His smug expression makes me want to spar.
Or maybe that’s a result of the beast raging within me.
I’ve spent the last five hours of my life…talking.
I can’t remember a time I’ve ever spoken this much, and I don’t fancy speaking more now.
But it seems my best friend has other ideas.
“Shouldn’t you be in the Strigoi Kingdom with your harem?” I demand.
“Shouldn’t you be in a rut in your chambers with your delicious intended?” he counters.
My wings flare out from my back, my chest rumbling with a snarl. “If you’re looking for a fight, Marius, you’ve come to the right place.”
“If that’s what it takes, so be it.” He pushes off the chair, his own wings bursting to life and shredding his tailored shirt in the process. “On the ground or in the air?”
