Page 35 of The Princess's Pet

“Uh, okay,” I replied, catching my breath and trying to calm my racing heart and growing desire.

“You slept only six hours. Are you well-rested?” the Princess asked, her arms never releasing me, head tilting to the side in thought. I realised that my Princess was still experiencing a bloodhigh and had been for six hours? Was that normal?

“I’m well-rested, Ma’am. How are you?” I asked cautiously, looking closely at her reaction.

“I’m very well, pet.” She hummed, dipping her head to my neck and licking her bite mark. “You smell and taste so good,” she spoke against my shoulder. I was very much enjoying how affectionate the Princess was being, but I was also aware that it was not her usual behaviour.

“Ma’am, are you bloodhigh?” I asked softly.

“So high.” She laughed, her teeth nipping at my neck painfully, and I gasped. “Your blood, pet, is like nothing else. I’m keeping you,” she stated, and to make her point bit me harshly where her fangs had left their mark, causing me to cry out.

“Were you speaking to someone?” I asked, trying to distract the Princess, her behaviour was a little aggressive, and I didn’t know how much control a vampire had when bloodhigh.

“Yes,” she said, leaving my neck to look at me. “I was speaking with Clara, nothing concerning you,” she told me before breathing in deeply and pulling my naked body flush against her clothed one. “You seem worried, pet,” she commented, with her nose pressed against my head.

“Are you, uh, in control, Ma’am? The bloodhigh...” I stuttered and trailed off, resting my face against her collar.

“I have enough control. You’re perfectly safe if you’re a good girl,” she spoke softly, her voice becoming playful with her warning. I swallowed, unsure whether the fluttering in my chest was from excitement or anxiety. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Percy?” she asked, her hands running up my back.

“Yes, Ma’am.” My words came out breathy. She purred happily in response, and I felt the vibration against my cheek pressed to her chest.

“I suppose I should let you get dressed,” she mused against my head. The Princess released me reluctantly from her grasp, and turned to the closet. “No panties,” she said, turning to look at me in a way that had all the blood in my body rushing to my face.

She handed me a pair of short cotton shorts and a thin-strapped vest top that left my shoulders, neck, and chest very much exposed and her bite on full display. “Put that on,” she commanded.

“Can I wash first? I feel all gross,” I asked.

“No, you smell good, like me and sex,” she said seriously, and I blushed harder at her words. She waved her hand for me to get dressed and watched as I did so.

She reached out, taking my hand and led me from the bedroom to the small kitchen table where a bagel and coffee sat waiting. Pulling out my chair, she guided me to sit and demanded that I eat.

The Princess sat at the opposite seat and watched me. Her attention was making me quite anxious. The way she watched me, like she thought I might try to run away was concerning. I felt like she would pounce on me at any moment.

“You’re very fragile. I can’t forget to feed and water you,” she commented as I ate and sipped the coffee.

“You eat too, Ma'am,” I pointed out.

“Not as much as you. You eat and sleep as much as a human. I require far less so long as I am well fed with blood,” the Princess explained, her eyes focusing on my neck.

“Did you sleep last night?” I asked curiously.

She shook her head “no.”

There was a knock on the door and the Princess tilted her head curiously, her gaze leaving me for the first time since sitting. She stood and walked to the door, opening it to reveal the guard and Clara stood behind them.

“My Royal Highness, Lady Clara Vouna requests your audience,” the guard spoke, bowing low.

“Clara, I thought I made my stance clear on the phone,” the Princess said, and while I suspected that minus the bloodhigh, her voice would have been stern she sounded simply disinterested.

“Please, Selene you can’t refuse,” Clara pled from behind the guard.

The Princess exhaled, frustrated and opened the door wider, stepping aside to let Clara in.

The new vampire scented the air and turned with a sly grin on her face.

“You’ve been having some fun with that pet of yours. You’re still bloodhigh, aren’t you?” she accused amused.

The Princess smiled brightly, her only answer. She turned her gaze back to me over Clara’s shoulder.

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