My nose scrunched in disgust…but I did it anyway. I had to admit, he had a better toothbrush than mine. I’d have to get one of these. The crazy awesome toothbrush vibrated so hard in my hand, I almost dropped it at first.
I took my time drying my hair with his hair dryer, attempting to relax my soul from the visions of a man who was so powerful I couldn’t even do anything to fight back.
Finally, with my mouth minty fresh and my body clean, I walked into Bel’s bedchambers and went straight to the food cart I’d heard brought in. My lover didn’t bother me or blather on with questions on how I was feeling now. Instead, he left me alone to hover over the food cart and stuff my face with pretty much everything I grabbed.
I eventually turned with a glass of blood in my hand and surveyed my vampire Overlord. He had changed out of his suit and into a pair of clean pajama pants, his chest and feet bare. He’d looped his hair up into a messy bun again at the top of his head so his long hair didn’t bother him while he worked, his head tipped down over a book he was reading. My lover sat cross-legged on the fur rug in front of a lit fireplace, the red and orange flames burning quietly behind him.
The hidden compartment on his bookshelf was open, and all of the ancient tomes lay scattered around him on the floor. There were so many books. Bel had his hands full with our new predicament and the time crunch of impending war.
I finished off my glass of blood, savoring the rush to my system as the liquid filled my mouth and ran down my throat. Then I set the glass on the cart and filled a plate full of food for Bel since none of the food had been touched before I’d attacked it with vigor.
I placed the plate down next to him on an empty spot on the floor and kissed his forehead, the vampire not even glancing up as his eyes flew across a page, written in his own hand, in the ancient druid language—lost in his work. I ran my fingers over his left shoulder, and whispered, “I’m going to sleep now. Make sure you eat something, Bel.”
He grunted. His eyes still cast downward.
“I’m serious. You need to keep your strength up.” I kissed his forehead one more time just because I enjoyed the mint smell of him…and because I wanted to kiss him again.
The bed hadn’t been made yet, still rumpled from our rest the night before. With the sun just rising on this dreadful day, I slid onto my side of the bed, pulled the cover up over my head, and pressed my cheek to a fluffy pillow.
It took longer than I’d admit for the flashes of my would-be killer’s face to go away and allow sweet slumber to take my exhausted body into its peaceful depths.
* * .*
The affectionate brush of lips on my collarbone woke me. I hummed in approval, sleepy and rough, the cover still high over my head, trapping Bel and me together underneath its soft material. Those fascinating lips of his took a slow journey across my neck, pausing over my pulse. His mouth opened wide and gave an open-mouthed kiss over my beating pulse.
I squirmed underneath him in pleasure, only to feel soft sheets beneath my bare flesh. I giggled, and teased, “Sneaky vampire. You already removed my clothes.”
Bel lowered his body against mine. Bare skin touched bare skin as his talented mouth continued down my body, licking and caressing my right shoulder. “I removed mine, too. If you’d like, I can dress us again, and then take the time to get rid of them once more. If it bothers your majesty that much, that is.”
I tipped my head to the side and nipped his ear. “Smartass.”
Ice blue eyes, not as chilling as they usually were, met mine, and then he went back to the skin he was gifting with succulent affection. His lips opened, and his tongue slid across my left nipple before he opened his mouth wider and feasted on my breast.
I groaned and arched underneath him, grabbing onto his too-intelligent head. “Fuck, I needed this.”
He chuckled against my damp skin. “So have I.”
His fangs flashed and stabbed into my breast.
I shouted in pain, but it quickly turned to a pleasure-filled moan while he drank my blood and twirled his tongue around and around my nipple at the same time.
Bel hadn’t bit me since our first time together.
Guess he was done waiting to do it again.
My own fangs descended and my head pressed back on the pillow, offering myself to him.
The invitation given, he struck faster than I could see. His fangs left my breast and sliced into my fragile neck, while he pressed one finger into my wet channel, shoving my legs apart with his knees.
I shouted in sweet agony.
My lover was greedy tonight, sucking hard and swallowing with loud moans. His finger pumped into me, adding a second long finger, and then pressing the heel of his hand against my clit with each drive.
I dug my feet into the mattress for support and humped his talented fingers with abandon.
He purred deep in his throat, enjoying my loss of control, and sucked harder against my neck.
A few pieces of his long black hair had fallen loose from his bun and brushed against my face as my head shook back and forth, lost in his touch. “Please… Oh,please.”
