Page 49 of Her Blood Revenge

We are powerful and ruthless creatures. Not something to be leashed.

Yet, we have done the same to Ashe. But we do it for her safety, and soon, she will be free of our leash when she takes her place and accepts her truth.

That she is ours and we are hers.

Shaw walks around the outskirts of the clearing, searching for any signs of a pixie or an unwelcome visitor. Considering that we were attacked a couple of days ago, this whole thing is a monumentally bad fucking idea with terrible timing.

It’s been a good hour of waiting, and the king’s guards are nowhere to be seen.

I don’t like it. They’re never late. Leo is at the boundary, ready to lower the barrier spells to let them pass. But they should be here by now.

Shaw and I meet each other’s uneasy gaze. He doesn’t like it either. It’s been too quiet since Neve returned.

Sure. Cole came for Ashe with a couple of unseelie. And more came for what we had in the cellar and Neve’s blood grimoire. But that was nothing compared to the carnage she could bring down on us.

We both catch the scent of our visitors simultaneously and turn to watch the distant glow of their torches. The others soon realise the guests are here and turn to the path.

Three guards enter first. Then, the three women, dressed as ever, in those little sheer slips.

General Granger and his two idiot sons bring up the rear and head straight to Shaw.

The handshake first, followed by a few dry pleasantries. I look over the females.

The small one with auburn hair comes often. She scans the fire for her favourite of us and chews her lip when she can’t find Archie.

I look towards the castle.

Go to her. Make her ours again.

I need a moment of focus to order the shadows to stand down. When I reopen my eyes, a blonde tart stands before me. She blinks slowly and smiles, sweeping her hair over her shoulder. Her scent hits me. It’s bland and unexciting.

‘My Lord,’ she coos. ‘I am yours, should you choose.’

She slips the thin material down, exposing herself to me, her left breast naked and erupting in small goosebumps against the chill in the air.

I fail to hide the disgust on my face. She doesn’t seem to notice as her eyes are closed, and her breathing becomes jagged in anticipation of my feeding from her.

Have I fucked her before? I can’t recall.

Behind her, Shaw has taken one of the girl’s wrists and managed a few pulls before dropping it in disinterest. She’s stunned as he turns away and heads straight back to the castle to swap with Archie.

‘Is there something the matter, My Lord?’ my one asks in this forced sultry and seductive tone. She slides her gown down further, exposing both her breasts, and holds the thin material around her waist.

Yes. I have fucked this one. I remember that little birthmark by her collarbone.

Bleed her dry and go to our witch.

I lean in but stop when I see two of the guards lingering by the pathway. They both risk a side glance at me before quickly looking away.

‘My Lord? Is there any service you may enjoy me to perform to get you in the mood?’

She falls to her knees and rests her hands on my belt before I can stop her. I remember fucking her mouth before. She’s skilled.

A scent carries on the air. A blissful and troublesome scent. I lift my head, scanning the area.

Her silver hair shines in the firelight. Her eyes are trained on me as she lingers on the other side of the fire.

She looks at the woman on her knees. Her hands have started undoing my belt. I hadn’t even noticed. But my Poppet Doll has. Slowly,painfullyslowly, she lifts her gaze once more, her brow raised. Gripping the wandering hands, I lift the girl and snarl.

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