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I breathed heavily as she pulled back with a growl rumbling in her chest. I didn’t have time to recover before her mouth was back on mine, teeth biting, pulling at my lower lip, sucking on my tongue, owning my mouth. I’d never been kissed so thoroughly. When my lungs began to burn, she pulled away again, her breathing hard.

I pressed my face into the juncture of her neck, breathing hard myself.

“Whoa.” I said, breathing heavily against her, my hands gripping her shoulders to hold me up.

She chuckled low, her arms encircling my waist. “I expected you to be a tame girl, little pet,” she said, her jaw laying againstmy head. “A pleasant surprise,” she whispered, and I felt her lips press gently against my crown.

6. Friends or Foes?

The Princess watched me as I drank my coffee. When I awoke, she was nowhere to be found, so I had showered, dressed, and brewed a pot of coffee while waiting for her return. I had thought about asking the guard that stood permanently outside the door if he knew where the Princess was or when she would return, but I decided against it and chose to wait instead.

She had arrived back shortly after I sat down with my mug.

“I’m glad to see you’ve gotten yourself ready,” she commented, and I saw that she too was already in her uniform.

“Where have you been?” I questioned, only to be met with a glare.

“You do not question me on such things, pet,” she admonished, not unkindly.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered.

She didn’t sit down but instead stood and watched me, and I felt like she was waiting for me. I glanced up at her stoic stare.

“Uh, are you waiting on me, Ma’am?” I asked softly, already setting the mug down and moving to stand up from the table.

She was beside me quickly, and it was a little unnerving when she moved so swiftly, I had no idea how fast she could truly move, only rumours and legend spoke of the Borealis family powers.

“Sit,” she commanded, pushing my shoulders down and stopping my attempt to stand. “Drink your coffee.”

I did as she said, still unnerved when she continued to stand and watch me. I tried not to gulp my coffee, but I certainly drank it faster than normal. When I looked up to the Princess beside me, she held a grin on her lips, and without my conscious effort upon noticing her pink full lips my mind replayed our kiss. My cheeks heated, and I looked away.

“You smell wonderful, pet, but I believe my mark would make your scent perfect,” she said quite seriously.

“You think, Ma’am?” I asked as a playfulness came over me. She growled softly.

“Do you question me?” she asked sternly, but the grin pulling at her lips and the sparkle in her eyes told me she was willing to play along.

“No, of course not, Ma’am. But I do think you’ll have to show me what you mean,” I replied, standing from my chair.

She took hold of my tie, pulling me towards her. She didn’t speak, and gave no warning before her lips crashed into mine and she pulled a startled moan from me.

The kiss lasted only long enough to make me dizzy before she roughly pushed me back against the wall of the kitchen area. Her hands removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt halfway, pulling the fabric down my arms to reveal my chest and neck before I had been able to comprehend what was happening. Her teeth found my neck first, before her tongue and lips soothed where they had been. I didn’t try to hide my pleasure. My breaths were heavy and gasps of delight fell from my lips.

She pulled back, her eyes glowing ever so slightly, and seemed to admire her work.

“Your poor neck is taking quite a bruising. I can’t seem to stop myself marking you visibly as well as with my scent.” The Princess seemed to muse to herself, a wicked smile tugging at her lips. “I can’t wait to feed from you again,” she whispered, leaning back into me her lips trailing up my neck to my ear. “When I do, you’ll beg for me to sink my fangs into you,” she continued to whisper, and I felt my entire body heat up at her words.

She pulled away, her eyes glowing brighter, her nostrils flaring and her chest rumbled with a low growl.

“Get dressed, meet me outside,” she commanded before stalking away. I could see the tightness in her shoulders and back as she left me.

It took a few minutes for me to calm down. I was hot from her touch and words, and it felt like I needed a cold shower to get myself under control. No one had ever made me feel so wonderfully uncomfortable.

And as I sobered a part of me knew that what I was allowing to happen between the Princess and me was dangerous. I could feel my heart ache for her, though I understood she craved only my blood and body. Fairy tales weren’t real. She wanted no bond with me.

Outside, I found her waiting in a car for me. I entered and closed the door, and the Princess wordlessly leaned forward and straightened my tie.

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