Page 39 of Married to the Vampire Prince

“If it wasn’t for the long history of good relations between your House and the crown, I would rip your head clean off right now,” Silas spat out.

The lord had a panicked look on his face. He must have not expected he would anger my husband so much. Good. For what he had suggested, I wanted him to suffer with fear and embarrassment.

“But-” The vampire squeaked out.

Silas raised his hand in the air, stopping him from going on. “There will be no sharing of my wife’s blood. If any of you need ruby blood, you may bring your own partners to the frontlines, but it will be your job to protect them. The rules are clear. There will be no exceptions.”

The other vampires looked bothered by the tense atmosphere and my husband’s sudden anger. He was, after all, known to be ruthless and cold-hearted when handling his enemies. Nobody wanted to get on his bad side. The other lords made sure to glare in disapproval at the one who had made the antagonizing suggestion.

“Leave, all of you,” Silas’ voice boomed, his fury barely contained.

The vampires left the tent at top speed. Only Lukas remained. He looked worried.

“Silas-” He started speaking, but my husband let out a growl.

“I said leave,” he gave his best friend a look of pure anger.

Lukas shrugged, seemingly not bothered by Silas’ reaction. “Good luck,” he smiled at me as he exited the tent.

I quickly rose to my feet, remembering that Silas’ command to leave might extend to me as well. Yet, as soon as I stood and turned towards the exit, Silas moved close to me at inhuman speed.

“You stay,” he whispered, his lips a few inches away from my ear. His voice was heated. When I looked into his eyes, I recognized the heat didn’t come from anger. My eyes widened when I saw pure lust in his gaze.

“Silas?” I said his name like a question in a small voice. I wasn’t sure what was happening anymore.

“Yes, say my name,” he said, and leaned down toward my ear.

I yelped when my husband nibbled my ear. I’d never realized my ears were so sensitive.

Silas pulled me into his arms and moved his lips towards my cheek, my nose, my eyes, and then finally to my lips. Hecaptured my mouth in a possessive kiss. When I gasped, his tongue went inside my mouth.

He kissed me like my mouth was an oasis in the desert, like he couldn’t get enough of me. His hand went into my hair, angling my head just right for his assault. He wanted to dominate me, possess me. I melted against him. I wanted to be his, I wanted more of him, I wanted us to be as close as possible.

“I will never give you to anybody else,” he growled when we broke apart. “Never. You’re mine, Grace.”

My eyes watered. All my life, I had wanted to find someone who would look at me the way Silas did now; someone with whom I could belong, someone to call my own. Even if Silas needed me only for my ruby blood or maybe because he liked our intimacy as well, I realized now with some pain that I would gladly take any affection this man would give me.

His possessiveness moved me. In his arms I felt precious. The rational part of my mind whispered that he only wanted my blood, but I didn’t want to give in to the possibility of that cold truth right now. Even if I were living a lie, at this moment I had to believe Silas wanted me for me; Grace, just a human girl, an ordinary person.

I put a hand on Silas’ cheek and gave him a soft smile. “I’m yours,” I said, my heart warm.

A ferocious look appeared on his face. He lifted me up and sat me down on the meeting table. I put my hands behind me to prop myself up and pushed aside some of the figures on the map to make more room.

“Oh,” I said, looking to the side, “I’m messing up your table.”

Silas’ reply was to grab my hips and pull my pants down.

“Silas,” I protested, but his hands moved to my underwear. He undressed me, then he kneeled in front of me and pushed my legs open.

Wait, were we going to have sex right where he held his important strategy meetings? My eyes widened, and I tried to close my legs. I made a sound of protest. “Silas, not here. This is inappropriate.”

“I will decide what is appropriate and what is not,” he let out another ferocious growl. His eyes were full of lust.

There was no stopping him, and a part of me actually liked this wildly unexpected location. Was I turning into a pervert? Or had I just been missing him the past two weeks and wanted to be with him as soon as possible?

Silas opened my legs and dove between them. He licked the folds of my pussy and put a single finger inside me.

“So tight,” he said.

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