Page 17 of Taken By My Guardian's Fangs

"Then we all have a duty to protect House Bellecourt," Juliette said feelingly, "and this is my way of doing mine."

Jean Luc's words came back to haunt him as Gaël studied the flushed features of his ward. Could this truly be it? Could this be that something Juliette would want, and he wouldn't be able to give? And if he were to deny her this, would she then do something stupid - perhaps something as grossly idiotic as giving her sangferia to another man just to spite him?

Juliette's hands curled tightly against her lap as she saw Gaël's expression darken. He had never looked at her like that before, and she had to remind herself that this was all part of the plan.

"Fine then."

Juliette nearly jumped out of her seat at the abruptness of her guardian's words.

"Tell me what you know of sangferia."

Juliette swallowed hard. "I know that if its source is a chemically compatible match, its extraction—-" She stopped speaking when her guardian shook his head.

"That's where you're wrong."

Juliette lowered her head at his words.

"Sangferia loses its potency when it's extracted indirectly in any way," Gaël spelled out with a curl of his lip. "It cannot be, as you had not so delicately put it, 'extracted' and 'bottled up' like some fucking pseudo-miracle-water that one can then peddle off in eBay."

Juliette kept her head down...because she didn't want to risk giving herself away. There was nothing Gaël had said that she didn't already know, but this, too, was all part of the plan. Since she couldn't tell him that she wanted him to take her virginity, she had pretended to play dumb so that the proper method of consuming sangferia would come from him.

Gaël hardened himself against the sight of his ward's bowed head. She was the one who had insisted on talking about this. She had made her bed. Now she had no choice but to lie in it.

"Sangferia must be directly consumed from the source's flesh if one wants to maximize its potential. Moreover, a source's chemical compatibility also depends on the assessment of numerous variables, some of which include the thickness of one's hymen and the amount of pain the source experiences in her deflowering."

Although all of these extra details about sangferia were something she had also studied, Juliette could no longer keep herself frum blushing by the time Gaël finished speaking.

Sex might not be a taboo subject for a race that enshrined pleasure, but she was human, not Caro. Moreover, it was one thing to read about virginity...and another thing entirely when it was her own guardian talking about the thickness of one's hymen and the pain of a woman's deflowering.

What have I gotten myself into, dear God?

"Look at me, Juliette."

Juliette took a deep breath before slowly lifting her gaze to his.

"Now that you know about all of these things, do you still think doing your duty is a good idea?"

A moment passed, and then he heard his ward whisper 'yes'.

Fuck.

Gaël had thought he would've scared her off by now, and the fact that he hadn't left him staring at her in disbelief. "Do you understand what you're saying?" he demanded. "Doing your duty means that you are letting me consume your sangferia at its rawest and freshest."

Oh God.

Just hearing Gaël say such things about both of them had her toes curling hard.

"It might also require me to take your hymen in the most painful way possible."

Juliette's senses reeled.

Oh God.

To hear Gaël say such blatantly sexual words, and the knowledge that those words were directed to her thrilled and terrified Juliette at the same time. But more than that, it made her body want to—-

Fart

Oh drat, I meant flutter!

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