Page 114 of When Night Falls

Time as a vampire seems to move a lot slower, dragging everything on. Especially when you’re sitting around and letting the darkness swallow you whole.

"When night falls, you are allowed to be who you want, do what you want, and you don't have to hide in the shadows anymore. It's the best part about being a vampire, we can relish in the cravings we have and roam the edges of the Earth if we see fit. Nothing is off limits."Is what Troian said to me before she left not long ago. And honestly, I resonated with that. Because for so long I felt like I needed to hide myself from the world, feeling so lost and unwanted.

I decided that after a few hours of wondering what comes next, I was going to explore, even if I was advised not to leave.

The fancy, overpriced clothes that I had put on started to feel too suffocating against my sensitive skin so I decided to tear them off and ended up wrapping the silk sheet from Rivian's bed around me before heading out barefoot into the halls.

I was surprised to see that Kacian wasn't out there guarding me. At least not until he found me as I walked down the steps. He asked me where I was headed but I didn't have an answer for him and I could tell he was trying to avoid eye contact with me seeing as I was practically exposed. But I didn't let that deter me, walking around the castle until I found what I was looking for.

As I paraded the halls, thoughts of when I was younger berated me, reminding me that not long ago I was a sad and broken girl with a family who hated me. Those thoughts seemed to marinatefor far too long as I tried to fill my head with something else to focus on, creating a deep anger within me at the remembrance of how crudely I was treated. But then it hit me, I'm a fucking queen now. People will hold me to the respect and adoration that I've craved my entire life. Even if I never feel the love I have desiderated for so long, knowing that I now wield some kind of power amongst a society is a feeling that I know I'll grow to enjoy. Rivian was right, power is a beautiful thing.

As I turned the corner, I started to hear little voices ghost through my head. I looked around to see that there were other Nocturnes walking the halls as well, something I haven't been accustomed to since living here.

That’s when I started to reflect on the timeline of events that I've been subject to. I've only been living in Shadow Creek for about a month, maybe a little longer. However, Rivian has been plotting my arrival since the day he killed my dad. That thought makes me feel passion behind the gesture, knowing that I felt gratitude for him before, but with my new over-heightened sense of feeling, it's become more prominent now.

"Kacian," I turned to my guard who walked beside me. "Why are there Nocturnes here tonight? Don't they have some kind of party to be at?" I questioned. I don't hate that I am finally able to see or be seen by the vampires who roam this kingdom, but I hate that I can hear their thoughts creep into my head as I wander about the castle, and I don't love the eyes that keep glancing my direction. Likely because I'm in nothing but a sheet but regardless, I'm still curious as to why the castle is crawling with Nocturnes.

"Rivian called for curfew to be lifted for security reasons. No one is allowed to leave the compound for a few days." Kacian's voice was tight and orderly, his gait was heavy and intimidating, as usual, and his demeanor was steadfast.

"Why?" I decided to prod as we continued toeing down the hallway, craving a conversation from someone.

"There's been a change in protocol and Nocturnes are on lockdown until further notice." His answer didn't give me much to chew on and really, his words should've alarmed me, but I didn't let them fester too much because as we walked past a room, something caught my attention out of the corner of my eyes.

I stopped and did a double take peering inside a dimly lit room. It was like seeing water for the first time after trudging through the hot, desolate desert for days on end.

The shiny, almost brand-new looking piano sat dead in the center of the room, moonlight shimmering brilliantly across the top of its sleek surface creating a near phantasmic scene, almost as if I were hypnotized and the luxurious instrument was calling my name.

It had been a while since I played, but I knew this would be the only thing to quell the voices and shut my mind off even if just for a moment.

Kacian waited outside while I wandered in and wasted no time settling into position and getting to work on the keys and that's when my husband found me and now, I am on my knees for him.

Who knew that an amplified attitude and intense sexual tension paired with a hot vampire husband would lead me to begging him to defile my mouth up against the instrument I used to enchant him with just moments ago. But as his thoughts seem to read—something I learned we can do as Royals because of the bind we tied—I woke up and chose to play devil's advocate. Really, the feeling suddenly overcame me and while I still had the courage to do so running warm in my veins, I wanted to act on it.

I have a feeling that the side effects of my transformation aren't over and I don't know what to expect for the next twenty-four hours so while I can, I want to play.

Rivian thrusts his cock to the back of my mouth and I try not to let the tears spill from the corners of my eyes as my gag reflex betrays me.

"Oh, my pretty queen. Don't be dramatic, you can take it." The danger in his eyes is arousing and I feel so admired by the man standing above me.

Sure, it infuriated me to rise from the dead, so to speak, and be forced to handle the journey of what came next without him, but all that flew out the window the moment he walked in here and looked at me like I was all that mattered in this world.

My lips grip the base of his length as he slides out and I allow my tongue to press against the underside of him. He reaches his hand out to my cheek and caresses my scar as he groans my name. "Fuck, Cyn. That's how you do it."

I grip his ass harder in my hands and yank him back into me. The way his eyes capture mine is the moment I realize I have him so utterly enthralled; he can't help but grab at the back of my head as he starts to fully fuck my mouth.

Last night was magical and almost dreamy if you ask me. Despite the unrequited love that I soon realized I did not need remedied, it felt like actually making love.

But now, it's messy and dirty and raw and I crave this nearly just as much as I did the sweet surrender of last night. Maybe it's my hormones going haywire with this period of change I'm going through but whatever is happening to cause me to turn carnal, I am thoroughly enjoying it.

I can't hold back the tears anymore and Rivian's grip on my head becomes threatening as he pushes in and out of my stretched mouth.

"You have to, Cyn. You have to take what you want from me." The anguish in his tone is exhilarating because I can tell that he's a tattered seam away from losing control and it means I'm doing something right.

But rather than him taking control of our positions, he’s allowing me to set the pace, only giving him what I deem necessary.

I shift on my knees, the marbled floor uncomfortable underneath me, which causes his cock to slide against my teeth slightly and Rivian moans in pleasure. The sound gets my blood flowing in a euphoric way which brings me back to what Natasha said this morning.

"Blood consumption is something you'll need in order to have a smoother transition, otherwise, your pain could be insufferable."

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