Page 34 of Married to the Vampire Prince

“I will bite you now. Are you ready?” I needed her consent.

“Yes! Bite me,” she sounded so enthusiastic about the act, it made me chuckle.

I broke the skin of her neck, biting her. Grace came again with another scream, and at the same time delicious blood flowed from her vein into my mouth. The taste was the most exquisite I’d ever known in my entire life.

The drink wasn’t only delicious because it was ruby blood, capable of making me stay mentally healthy – it also delighted my senses because the substance was Grace’s essence, my wife’s blood.

I loved every lick of the red liquid. With a groan of my own, I came inside her, filling her pussy with my cum.

Grace slumped against me; her body exhausted. I took her in my arms and carried her to the bed.

Her eyelids were closing. “Stay with me?” She asked in a gentle, unsure voice.

“I will,” I promised. I fully intended to do so from now on. Forever and always.

I laid down next to Grace and held her close, covering us with the duvet. She nuzzled against my chest. A warm feeling spread in my heart. I wanted to have her always be as content as she was right now; safe, protected, and forever mine.

When Grace woke up a few hours later, we had another round of making love until she was so exhausted that she fell asleep again.

I meditated throughout the night, doing my best not to worry about whatever was to come. I just wanted to focus on Grace.

When night fell and it was time for me to rise and go to my office, a knock on the door took me out of my peaceful moment with my wife. It was the special kind of knock; the signal my best friend and I had devised together.

A pang of worry went through my heart. I got up and dressed quickly.

I opened the door to Grace’s apartment and saw Luke. His face was contorted into a worried expression, a deep frown between his brows.

“What’s wrong?” I ushered him inside, closing the door behind him.

“It’s Rosworth. They have declared war on Estone.”

Chapter Thirteen

Grace

I sat in my history lesson, filling out a quiz Ruth had prepared for me. I had to match up battle sites to specific dates. However, my mind just couldn’t focus on the task at hand right now.

News of the impending war had reached my ears tonight. Rosworth’s war declaration against us was all over the media. There wasn’t a single soul who didn’t know the peace treaty had officially now been broken.

The reason for the war declaration was already widely known as well. Silas had attended a press conference and let everyone know that Rosworth’s leader, Logan Sherman, had kidnapped me and that, despite attempts to resolve the matter peacefully, the other king had decided to go to war with Estone anyway.

“I can’t allow anybody to harm my wife. With a heavy heart on behalf of Estone and its King, my father, I acknowledge the war declaration from Logan Sherman. Starting today, Rosworth and Estone are again at war,” Silas had announced in a calm tone.

People had immediately bombarded him with questions, and the conference had lasted well over four hours as my husband patiently addressed any and all concerns.

Many questions, unfortunately, couldn’t be answered in a way that gave much hope for the swift return of peace. The war had only just begun, and of course Silas didn’t know how long it would take to convince Logan to surrender. Still,the reporters hounded him about the anticipated length of the conflict anyway.

I tapped my pen on the table, looking at the battles and dates and not really registering them.

I heard papers rustling, and I looked up. There were two people besides me currently in my little office. Ruth was one, of course – she was busy reading a heavy tome. When she felt my gaze on her, she looked up and gave me an encouraging smile.

I responded with a small nod, but my gaze immediately wandered behind her to where a second desk had been set for my shocking but not unexpected second guest today – Silas.

Two days had passed since Silas had brought me back home, and ever since our return my husband had been acting strange. On the first day, after the press conference, he had asked me if I would mind him joining me when I studied, doing his paperwork while I had my lessons.

The request had surprised me. The past two weeks Silas had been avoiding me, and now he wanted to spend time near me? I thought the sight of my husband might distract me, but deep down I already knew my answer to his plea.

I wanted to be closer to my husband, and if we spent more time together – even if we would be doing separate things – then maybe we could form more of a bond?

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