Pleasure was the feeling of the mate bond. The good entirety of it. The sparks that flew at its friction, the tingles that consumed whoseover it possessed fully, the need for another till the point that it was absolutely wreaking not to pursue.The mate bond was filled with quest of boundless pleasures screaming to be attained. But if pleasure lingered for too long in one's veins without any satisfaction to quench it or at least lay it to a temporal rest, it became sour, bitter and morph into the other taste of pleasure...Pain.That unpleasant sensation pushed through her whole body, her head fogging with a desperate need for relief against the anguish, the tingles turned into ache, and it spread through her veins. That part of her neck where a mark should already be, burning.Her jaws clenched in agony and a groan pushed out through her gritted teeth, as she pushed forward again, with a cry that sounded like a plead, collapsing against him for the comfort she knew he only could p
Zezi blinked. Ah.The sunlight. Had she forgotten to drop the curtains again? Or was it Gwen?She moved a little in bed, but her body ached slightly from that.Then the scent that engulfed her nose the next second, made her eyes go wide open. She looked around, taking in the room she had found herself in, noticing how different it was from the designed prison she knew.Then slowly, her gaze moved to the floor, where all the dresses she had worn last night, were scattered all over, like they had been pulled off in haste.No.Her heart dropped with a thud.It mustn't be.Her heart was hammering loudly in her ears, her mind thinking fast, as she tried to remember what she had done last night.The door of what must be the bathroom creaked open, not giving her enough time to come up with an explanation for herself.Waking up in a strange room was no horror compared to looking at the person in front of her and realizing whose room this was. Her hands clamped right around her blanket, as
"How very kind." As much as she wanted to be snappy, her nude position under this sheet wasn't helping. Also, the mate bond hitting her right now was making her increasingly weak. Then she remembered that George's mark was gone and she was now in for a brutal fight with no advantage to her side anymore. Nothing to keep her sanity off wanting him. Her gaze fell upon his chest and how hickeys were littered across it."You should try to cover that up." She gritted."I don't know." He looked down at his chest then back up at her. "I think I want to flaunt them, but if you ask nicely..." He stopped, not going any further."This is not about me." She snapped."Of course, it is. You are the only that can do this to me and you know it," his voice dropped to a whisper that sent unwanted shivers down her spine, "the whole castle knows it."He was right, and accepting that was a turtore.____The minute Zezi had been able to get out of the King's room, she had ran right back to her room and l
"Goodnight, Oli Baby." Laura said, locking the door to her room as she slipped into the darkness that was a little by the lit furnace at the fireplace. "I want to lay with you tonight," Oliver said, his hand on the door while he looked up at Laura, ensuring that the door wouldn't come close just yet. "I wanna hear you scream my name at the top of your lungs.""You already did that this afternoon," she blushed, clicking her claws against the frame of the door. "Well," he looked up and down at her slowly, "I wanna do it again, my Raaa Queen.""Oh, Oli Baby." She moved a little, poking her head through the door, her lips grazing against his lips, while he quickly used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. "Some other time," she protested pulling away. "This Princess has some duties to attend to."Her hand snaked through the door and she twirled a finger around his braided beard. He smiled, that goofy smile that never really left his face, those eyes twinkling and full of humour.Her sun
'MY HIGH PILLAR CONSIDERS YOU WORTHY. TWELFTH HOUR. LIBRARY.'It was the same handwriting. Big and jagged. Although it had no scent that she could sniff and catch, as usual, the thing different about this one was what the words were written in. It wasn't blood. Instead they were written with black ink that looked like carved abyss against the white surface. It must have been made out of something special.Zezi had found that out this evening when Gwen had talked about finding empty pieces of paper a couple of times while cleaning."Do you plan to draw on this too, Milady?" Gwen had asked, glancing at her framed stick figures drawing of her family, that rested on the new dressing table."Should I help with the framing this time too?" She added with a smile on her face, but Zezi had looked back, trying to hide how shocked she was to be staring at one of Akeem's message.That was when it had hit her. The words on the paper were invisible to Gwen!How many more people couldn't see the
Lady Delice had always seemed like one to hold her own, her smile ever present and the little aura of life seeping from her at a noticeable rate, but tonight, Zezi couldn't help but notice that she looked different. Her smile was gone, non-existent, her eyes seemed a little dead than usual and have sensed a nervousness in her aura. Even without the King's blood running in her veins, Zezi could pick up on that. It made her wonder how much Oliver could pick up on, leading her to be even be more curious about her past with him. She could use this distraction till it was time for her to go down to the Library, after all, she still had hours left before that. "It's been tremendously long." Oliver beamed, grasping her hand in his before she had time to oppose of his unanticipated touch. "We should catch up. What do you say?"Delice looked up at him, feeling a bitter taste raise in her mouth as his scent poured into her lungs unrestrained, reminding her of days that she would like to for
"You don't have to be so polite, Lady Delice. I know I'm late."Oliver chuckled, his voice filling with excitement the more he spoke. "To where? Maybe I can join in?""The palace garden." Zezi snapped gently, watching as relief flooded Lady Delice's gaze and this time around, her smile seem to reach her eyes.Zezi hated that she was doing this and liked it at the same time. She hated that she cared so much about a vampire to do this but at the same time, she couldn't just turn a blind eye to what was going on.First she was a woman first, before a vampire. Zezi knew she was no longer in this for the curiousity. If she wanted to know their history so badly, she could just ask Oliver. His mouth was a basket, words will sputter out. He would talk, she just knew it, even if that would mean enduring his annoying personality.He clearly seemed like he had something to flaunt about it and for people like him, they always never pass up at the chance to do that. It would be easier to get th
The way his almost hazy eyes had held her gaze, and how affected she had been at how close he had leaned towards her in his bed.By the Moon.She could almost feel him close by just through her memories.Damn this mate bond!Zezi bit the inside of her lips, looking away. She was avoiding the King. Hadn't seen him since she had left his room, her neck completely littered with hickeys.He was the reason she was wearing a dress with high collar and long sleeves. Despite how well, she had been doing in the hiding department, she knew she would still have to see him soon or later. Not with the mission she had in her hands waiting to be done. Determined not to let that sway her, Zezi shifted the line of conversation."Why not?""Pardon, Lady Zezi?""Asides from the King, why won't you take me with you."But Lady Delice wasn't ready to 'asides from the King' in her reply. That was the only thing she could think of. The only excuse she had abd thought reasonable."The King will not like it