Page 47 of The Princess's Pet

My panic and fear had subsided in the bathroom with her soft commands and the simple act of cleaning myself up. I felt cold, shaky, and confused like my mind hadn’t quite caught up to the events that led me to stand half-naked and shaking almost violently.

She removed her arm from around me as she opened the closet. She turned to me with a set of pink fluffy pyjamas in her hands, sitting them on the bed she pulled me closer to her by my hips. I allowed her to continue to undress me before redressing me in the fluffy pyjamas. They were soft and warm, and I was grateful for them.

“Pet, how do you feel?” she asked softly her hand lifting my jaw to look at her. Her eyes were back to liquid silver and that terrifying atmosphere that had surrounded and exuded from her at the school was gone. She was mine again and the relief that flooded me resulted in only tears as my answer.

She undressed to her underwear and pulled the bed covers back ushering me into bed with her hand on my back. She followed behind me moving me between her legs, pulling the covers back over us and wrapping her arms around me.

“What happened? You killed Evie,” I began after my tears were dry. “I was so scared.”

“In hindsight, I should have killed that pathetic human away from your view,” she spoke softly above me.

“You didn’t have to kill her. You were terrifying. Like a different person, not the person I know.”

“You don’t know me very well,” she told me softly. “But that is my doing, I treat you differently, I’m careful with you, Percy, gentle. I do not tolerate disrespect from others. An assault on you is an assault on me. She drew blood, so I took her life,” she told me matter-of-factly without even a hint of remorse.

“You’re not a monster. You can’t be,” I said trying to reassure myself, Dylan’s words from the morning coming back to me.

She didn’t respond, only held me tighter. The emotional drain took its toll and eventually I fell asleep wrapped in the arms of the Princess. I wasn’t sure if my soul match was the monster I witnessed kill a person that afternoon or the woman that held me close and comforted me when I cried.

15. Ferris Wheels and Kisses

I felt disconnected from my body the next morning when I awoke alone. My first thought was of the previous day, of a lifeless girl looking up at me, of the fear that gripped me at the sight. I found the Princess sitting on the couch dressed casually and not in school uniform. She turned to me as I entered the room.

“There is cereal for you,” she told me and I looked to the kitchen table and saw a bowl waiting for me and a glass of orange juice. “Eat,” she commanded. I wasn’t hungry but I didn’t protest and sat down to eat the sugary breakfast mechanically.

When I was done she told me to shower and that she would lay out what I would be wearing that day.

The Princess had chosen a soft blue, lightweight skater style dress for me that stopped just above my knee and a pair of black canvas pumps. I dressed and met the Princess who wore loose light blue washed jeans with rips in the knees and thighs, a white sleeveless crop top that showed part of her midriff, and a preppy short plaid open shacket on top.

She truly was beautiful, with large silver hooped earrings and blue smoky eye makeup. I couldn’t help but look appreciatively. No one that looked so much like a warrior goddess could truly be a monster. Perfection stood before me and I no longer felt sodisconnected from myself, not when her dark pink lips quirked and smiled at me, not when she looked me over approvingly.

“Come here, pet,” she said and held out her hand to me.

I placed my hand in hers and she pulled it to her lips, pressing a kiss against my knuckles and locking her eyes with mine. “You look good,” she told me as her hands found my waist and pulled me flush against her. “Are you feeling better?” she asked softly and brushed my hair behind my neck.

“I think so,” I told her, the connection between our bodies heating me and calming my turmoiled mind.

She hummed, her lips pressing against my neck. I let my head fall back, extending my throat for her. I had come to love her lips against me, a primal part of me needing her mark, needing to surrender. And at that moment, nothing else mattered. It didn’t matter what happened the previous day. It didn’t matter if she was an angel or demon at my neck. She could have me. I would give myself to her.

Teeth so carefully nipped at my skin, tongue soothing over her healing bites, kisses tenderly pressing against me. Her arms circled my waist holding me steady against her strong frame. Her marking left me flushed and breathing heavily as she pulled away. Her lips found mine and her tongue pushed inside my mouth dominating a kiss that was hard and fast in contrast to her treatment of my neck.

“The Spring Festival will be in full swing this afternoon,” she told me when she pulled back. “I need to be in the grand hall soon to start the festivities. After I will be engaged with Lord Halvorsen. You will be free to enjoy the festival with your friends during that time,” she told me and I felt my face fall at the mention of Lord Halvorsen and that she was choosing to spend time with him. It didn’t make sense, he wasn’t even a vampire, pureblood sure but he was a shifter, and I thought the purebloods had a thing about keeping their family lines pure. She couldn’t do that if she accepted a shifter as her Prince consort.

“What has you thinking so hard?” she asked as she released her grip from around my waist.

“Lord Halvorsen is a pureblood shifter. Why are you interested in him? I thought Borealis kept their bloodline pureblood vampire,” I asked the familiar feeling of jealousy bubbling in me. “I’m more vampire than he is!” I added indignantly.

She laughed at me, and her hand lifted my chin to look at her. “Your jealousy is cute,” she commented with a gleam in her eye. “The Halvorsen house is strong. I am not looking for a specimen to produce an heir, a donor would be found when it came time. I require and seek a strong alliance,” she explained and it did nothing at all to quell my upset.

When we arrived at the main school building it was decorated with ribbons and lanterns, which would look lovely in the evening. Spring flowers in baskets hung and weaved on sparkling string all around the edges of the grand entrance.

“The Royal Sanguis Academy is a spectacular show of decoration every year,” the Princess commented as I looked around.

“It is very pretty,” I replied looking up as she wrapped her arm around my waist.

“Your friends will probably be in the grand hall. I must meet the student council and faculty seniors before the festival opening. Explore and enjoy what the festival has to offer, my pet, behave. When the main clock tower strikes seven this evening, I will meet you here,” she told me as she looked down at me. I couldn’t help how my brows fell in displeasure that she was leaving me and would be gone all afternoon and into the evening, with Lord Halvorsen.

She leaned down her lips pressing against my forehead fleetingly and then she pulled away and left me standing watching her as she walked away.

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