Page 14 of The Princess's Pet

I tried to stop myself from allowing it to feel so good as she sucked at my pulse, but it did feel good and even if I denied it to myself, my body would betray me anyway.

“Ma’am?” I called softly, still trapped in her arms. “I know you need to mark me,” I hushed out almost breathless. “But you’re making me, oh, gods.” I bit my lip to quiet my moaning as her fangs grazed my neck in a way that seemed to trail a fire over my skin.

“Making you what?” Glowing silver asked, pulling away to trap me in her eyes. I panted unable to answer feeling heat rise to my face in embarrassment. She grinned down at me. “Oh,” she started almost innocently, “I’m making you a hot, moaning, mess, aren’t I?” And every time I thought I couldn’t possibly be more embarrassed in my life, the Princess found a new way for me to somehow humiliate myself.

She laughed pleasantly, her arms loosening, allowing for the smallest of space between our chests. “That’s alright, pet, now tell me again how you belong to me,” she asked, her eyes sparkling and fangs flashing with her smile.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, just able to get the words out. I was beginning to think it was true, that the vampire Princess did own me. She smiled down at me.

“Yes, you are,” she stated, and leaned forward her lips pressing firmly against my forehead.

When her lips left my head, she released me from her arms. My legs were shaky when I had to hold myself up and I wavered for a moment. Glowing silver still met my gaze when I looked up.

“Are you feeling better, Ma’am?” I asked and she tilted her head to the side in that way I came to know meant she was thinking through her overpowering instinct.

“I want to fuck you, drag you back to that boy so he can see you covered in my scent. Then, I want to rip his throat out and execute his family,” she said far too calmly for talking of my public humiliation followed by multiple murders.

“Oh,” I replied.

The Princess was still very much lost to her senses. On the bright side, she wasn’t upset with me anymore. But it wasn’t a good idea to have her walking around campus ready to attack anyone who dared to step too close or breathe near me.

“You don’t understand,” she growled low, seeming to read my thoughts from my face alone. “That boy knew you were mine. He knew and he still put his scent on you. He knew what he was doing. He knew I would smell him on you,” she explained.

And I realised rather shockingly that the Princess could be right. Maybe she wasn’t overreacting. Dylan had been able to smell her scent on me from across the room. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume he might have deliberately placed his scent on me or at the very least knew there might be serious consequences if he did, so should have avoided touching me at all. Was it foolishness, or purposefully meant to upset, insult, or humiliate the Princess? He did call her an evil witch. I didn’t know him or his intentions.

“I didn’t think of it like that,” I replied, moving closer to the Princess and slowly wrapping my arms around her waist, allowing her the opportunity to push me away. When she didn't throw me off her, I lay my head against her collar.

“What are you doing?” she asked stiffly.

“Apologising. I thought you were being unreasonable, but I understand now that perhaps I didn’t understand the situation. I’m sorry for not being more aware. This is all very new to me. I’ll try to do better,” I explained, feeling so very foolish, enough that I could cry.

I thought I had made new friends but perhaps those friends were only interested in me because of the Princess. Maybe they weren’t my friends at all. What if I had been punished because of Dylan? The more I thought about it, the more I believed that he knew what he had done.

The Princess’s arms lifted and wrapped around me in return, her nose pressed to my head.

“All is forgiven, pet,” she whispered against the top of my head.

I pulled away and was met with her normal liquid silver eyes.

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I struggled to stay awake through a two-hour lecture on some country halfway around the world. What I gathered was they had a similar political and class system to ours, and that there had been some sort of uprising. It was deathly boring. This felt like a punishment, but the Princess was dutifully listening and even taking notes.

Now and then I looked up at her regal face. She was very much Royalty, like something from a storybook. Not a fragile kind of beauty. No, the Princess was not the type one imagined sitting in a palace occupying her time with fancy dresses and suitors. Shewas hardly the image of a Princess at all. More a warrior queen ready to ride into battle on horseback and lead her army. Princess Selene Borealis was not a fragile beauty, strength radiated from her very being. Even the way she sat during the most boring lecture on earth was poised and strong.

Poseidon, help me to stop thinking about how beautiful this Princess, who wants little more to do with me than my blood, is.

“There is nothing subtle about you,” the Princess whispered without even glancing in my direction as I lifted my gaze to her for probably the thousandth time.

I blushed and looked away. With all the blood rushing to my head constantly, I was amazed I had not passed out.

Her hand reached out for only a moment to sweep my hair behind my ear. “Your hair was obstructing my view,” she whispered softly and my head whipped up to her, to see only a slight grin on her lips as she appeared to be completely focused on the task at hand once again.

Eventually, the lecture ended, and as we exited the building I expected us to get in a car and go back to the Royal residents’ mansion. Instead, the Princess walked across the paths through the large gardens that surrounded the main building.

“We’re not getting in a car, Ma’am?” I asked as I kept pace beside her.

“I thought we’d walk back, it’s a nice evening,” she answered, smiling down at me.

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