Page 69 of The Princess's Pet

“You said ‘my Princess.’” He explained.

“You know what I meant.” I huffed. “Don’t change the subject, you little nosey spy. I bet you’re going to run back to the Princess and tell her all about our day,” I accused, still annoyed.

“Only if I’m asked,” he confirmed.

“Ugh!” I groaned. “So much makes sense now.” Edward only laughed in response.

It was getting dark out, the edges of the courtyard path were no longer easily seen, but Edward was sure-footed as he guided us back down paths he knew well.

As we passed the crossroad of the courtyard where we could turn towards the greenhouse a dark figure rushed past us knocking into Edward. Edward fell to the ground.

“Hey!” I called after the person that kept rushing down the path ahead of us.

Edward stood up rubbing his knees. “Who was that?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I didn’t see their face,” I told him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, no harm done.” He looked down the path the person had come from. “Why would someone be leaving the greenhouse at such a pace?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t like it,” I told him, thinking of the secret greenhouse.

Edward said goodbye once he had walked me back to the Princess’s wing. “You can call and get me out of kitchen lunch rounds again if you like,” he said as he made his way back to the servant corridors.

I found the Princess in her drawing room. She was sitting casually on the plush white sofa in front of the coffee table. There was a hotdog on the coffee table and a big bowl of something I wasn’t sure of.

“Pet.” The Princess smiled and patted the seat next to her. A screen had been set up on the opposite wall and I looked to see a small projector on a tall stand behind the sofa.

I sat next to the Princess, and she opened her arms to me. I gladly accepted her embrace, kissing her neck before I pulled away.

“What’s that?” I asked pointing at the bowl.

“Popcorn,” she said smiling a little too happily. “A mixture of sweet and salted. I didn’t know what you’d prefer. You have a hotdog as well. I’m giving you the movie experience,” she told me standing and walking to the projector. “For your first movie, I thought a classic would be best. This is an animation; I hope you enjoy it,” she told me starting the projector and dimming the lights. She handed me the hotdog before sitting down again, her arm resting along the couch behind me.

The movie was amazing. It was a story my father would tell me as a child about a young shifter whose beast was different from the rest of his family. It was about acceptance of differences and that what others tell us is our greatest flaw, might be our greatest gift. It was surreal to see the story I knew so well brought to life in front of me.

When the movie ended, I found that I had curled myself into the Princess’s side, her arm around my shoulder holding me close.

“What did you think of the movie?” she asked and I felt her nose press against my hair and breathe in my scent.

“It was better than I imagined,” I answered looking up at her. She surprised me with a kiss, pulling me towards her until she had me straddling her lap.

“I’m happy that you enjoyed the movie,” she told me when she pulled away to let me breathe.

“I’m happy I watched my first movie with you,” I told her in return. She kissed me again her tongue pushing into my mouth with purpose. Her hands pushed up under my top groping and massaging my breasts. I moaned into her kiss, pushing myself further into her.

She released my lips to focus her attention on my neck. Her lips and teeth were almost frantic at my neck and I knew what she wanted.

“You can bite me,” I told her, breathing hard and extending my neck. She responded by biting down hard at my pulse point. Hard enough for me to cry out but not enough to break my skin. She continued to lavish my neck with her tongue and lips, her hands caressing.

I could feel her desire, I knew she wanted to feed from me and I wanted her to. The longer she made me wait and anticipate her bite the more frustrated I became. I found myself desperate for her bite, for her fangs deep in me.

“Why won’t you bite me?” I moaned enjoying her ministration but frustrated by my desire for her to feed from me.

She pulled away from my neck, molten silver holding my stare, her fangs were fully extended and glistened with her venom.

“I can’t,” she hissed low and I heard her frustration.

“Why not? It’s been long enough since the last time hasn’t it? I feel fine. Plus I haven’t seen you feed in days.” I huffed and couldn’t help my pout.

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