Page 70 of The Princess's Pet

Her hard eyes softened, and she grinned. “Does my little pet want my bite?” she asked.

“Desperately,” I told her pushing myself further into her. “Please,” I begged. I’d never wanted her to bite me more.

“I could, but I won’t,” she told me, her hands leaving my chest and resting on my hips.

“Why?” I asked, feeling my disappointment like a heavy weight in my chest.

“The bloodhigh that your blood creates is too strong,” she told me, leaning forward to peck my lips. “I can’t allow myself to be incapacitated in such a way for so long. Not while there is still a threat to my father and perhaps myself.”

I understood her reasoning, I did, but I couldn’t help my disappointment. “Okay.” She laughed and pulled me into another kiss.

“You are correct it has been too long since I last fed,” she said as she pulled away and patted my thigh to get me up.

“I’ll call for a bloodbag to be brought up. I do need to calm down. If I’m near you much longer I won’t be able to control myself, I could drain you dry,” she told me seriously and as my lust began to recede the brightness of her eyes and glistening of her fangs sparked fear instead of desire.

I pushed myself off her and sat back on the sofa.

“Get cleaned up for bed,” she commanded and I left for the bedroom to grab a change of clothes to take with me to the bathroom.

When I was cleaned up and changed into my sleep clothes I headed back to the bedroom. The Princess was there with a half empty bloodbag in her hands.

Irrationally I was jealous. Of a bloodbag. Of all things, to be jealous of. I understood why she wouldn’t feed from me. Butthere was something about not meeting her needs when I could, that didn’t sit right with me.

I huffed as I crawled into bed and turned away from her. It wasn’t long before I felt the bed dip and her arms encircled me pulling me into her.

“You’re delectable when you’re pouty,” she whispered, teeth nibbling my ear.

“Not enough to eat,” I mumbled back trying hard not to moan at her teasing.

“My darling, you are perfectly good enough to eat.” She purred, lips pressing softly against my shoulder. I couldn’t stop my hum of appreciation. “When it’s safe to do so, I’m going to feed from you slowly. I’ll savour every drop,” she promised, arms holding me tighter. “For now, sleep. Soon the threat will be taken care of.”

“How?” I asked.

“I’ve been working with those I trust since we arrived. Gathering information,” she told me. “I believe I know who has betrayed us and soon and I will have the proof I need to destroy them.”

“Who?” I asked curiously, turning in her arms to face her.

“I will explain everything to you when I am certain. In the meantime, I want you to only associate with the other servants,” she told me.

“Okay,” I replied and I was reminded of my time with Edward. “I spent the day with Edward. I know you’ve been spying on me,” I revealed but I was no longer annoyed.

“I have to keep an eye on my soul match don’t I? Your safety is my safety,” she told me in explanation.

“I guess,” I relented. “You could always just ask me anything you want to know. I’d tell you anything. I’d give you anything,” I told her, leaning my head against her shoulder and feeling tiredness settle into me.

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I awoke my skin feeling damp with sweat. I was far too hot. The room was bathed in pale moonlight and I could tell sunrise was still a couple of hours away.

The Princess’s arms held me captive. I looked at her and saw beads of sweat slowly trickle down her forehead. I managed to free my arm and reached up to press the back of my hand against her forehead. She was a furnace of heat.

“Ma’am,” I called extracting myself from her hold and shaking her shoulders. She did not respond.

“Ma’am!” I called louder and shook her with more force. Again, I received no response.

Panic settled in me quickly. I pushed back the heavy quilt and placed my head against her chest. Her heartbeat was strong but unnervingly slow. Too slow. Her breathing was shallow.

She was fine when we went to bed.

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