A soft knock had him looking over at the wooden door that sealed off the small concrete room.
“Yes?”
The door opened a fraction of an inch. “Might I come in, sire?”
Mirakel forced his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, the softly spoken words surprising him. “Of course.”
When she stepped into the room, Mirakel wasn’t exactly sure who she was or why she was there. The female was slight of stature and pale of skin, her red-blond hair pinned high up on her head, revealing a delicate neck and a body covered by a long dress made of silk. She was otherworldly. Part of him expected to see a halo perched upon her head, casting a heavenly glow around her.
There was no such light, but she was beautiful, nonetheless.
“Kaj asked that I come see you,” she said, offering a smile as she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.
“Whatever for?” he asked, unable to grasp why she could possibly be there.
The female’s head dipped low. “I’m to be of service, sire.”
“Service?”
“In any manner you might need.”
Okay, what the fuck?
“Who are you?” he asked, figuring he’d get right to the point.
“My name’s Briony. I’m Fae.”
Ah. Okay. Now it was making a bit more sense.
“So you came to feed me,” he muttered.
“I am here to take care of any needs you might have, sire.”
Frowning, Mirakel met her gaze. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“If there’s something you might need of a sexual nature, I am here to please.”
To please? What the fuck kind of brothel were those angels running over there? Mirakel got the gist of needing a blood source, but sex … seriously?
“How about we stick to the blood for now,” he said, pushing to his feet.
No sooner had he gotten vertical than the female stepped forward, the silky fabric covering her sliding off her shoulders and pooling on the floor at her feet.
His brain might’ve been a bit slow, but his cock damn sure wasn’t. It rose to the occasion without hesitation, straining against the leather that the bastard was encased in as his eyes scanned all five feet nothing of her, from her high-tipped breasts to the delectable curve of her waist, the delicious flair of her hips. Delicate thighs, adorable knees, small ankles leading to tiny feet. She was exactly what he’d expected a fairy to look like, only more … precious.
To think she’d offered him sex… If he took her … Mirakel would break her in half with minimal effort.
Forcing his eyes back to her face, he shook his head and looked away. “I … uh … I’m not sure that’s appropriate.”
“I don’t understand, sire,” she said softly.
He flapped a hand in her direction as though encompassing her nakedness.
Why he was acting like some virginal teenager, Mirakel didn’t know. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been with a female before. He had. Thousands of them in his years on this Earth. However, those encounters had usually involved a dance of some sort. Not once in his life had he ever paid for sex, and he damn sure didn’t intend to start now.
“Sire? Do I not please you?”
Hearing the uncertainty in her tone had Mirakel turning around. “You’re quite pleasing,” he assured her, then nodded to her robe. “But I’d prefer you remained clothed if it’s all the same to you.”
