Page 10 of The Princess's Pet

I didn’t notice how much time had passed sitting with the Princess, simply inhaling my scent, but my eyelids had grown heavy, and I was beginning to yawn. She didn’t speak as she lifted her nose from my head and pushed her free arm under my legs before standing up and carrying me easily. “What are you doing?” I asked, surprised by the sudden movement, but sleepiness was heavy in my voice and my eyes struggled to stay open.

“Taking you to bed,” she answered, and I saw that her eyes no longer glowed that supernaturally bright way that purebloods did when feeling extremes. Simple liquid silver met my gaze. I didn’t panic as she carried me through to the bedroom, and managed to hold me secure while pulling back the bed covers before laying me down in the most comfortable bed. Her bed felt like floating on a cloud. And there was no fear when I felt the beddip slightly behind me and warm arms pull my back into a soft front, nor when a nose grazed the side of my neck.

4. School Can Be Useful

When I woke in the morning to my neck being nuzzled, I wasn’t confused, I recognised the growl that was more of a purr instantly.

“Good morning, pet,” she greeted me before nipping at my neck gently. I couldn’t help the breath that caught in my throat or the way I extended my neck to give her better access. She hummed lightly against my skin.

“Good morning, Ma’am,” I croaked out, my voice gravelly with sleep. A warm tongue trailed along my neck to my ear, before hot air cascaded over the shell. It was the moan that escaped my lips that alerted me to my predicament and seemed to wake me up; as if I had been half asleep until then.

Something in me must have alerted the Princess to my change in demeanour as she laughed against my skin before nipping at my earlobe.

“I’ll be separated from you today, pet. Your servant classes begin, and I want to ensure that every vampire you come across is aware that you belong to me. I want my scent to be so strong that when you enter a room, those with the capability to sense turn expecting to find me,” she said, after she pulled away to look at me, her eyes flashing brightly for a moment.

“And what you’re doing will put your scent on me?” I asked, still tired and confused. “’Cause it feels like you’re just kissing on my neck,” I said unthinking, annoyance in my voice at what sounded like a poor excuse to wake me up and rile me up.

She was upon me before I could recognise my mistake and disrespect. She grabbed my wrists and held them tight above my head on the pillow. I watched as her fangs extended, glistening.

“I’m marking you with my venom,” she hissed, and as my eyes focused on the weapons that were her fangs, I began to see extremely small drops of clear liquid form at the tips. “There are other more pleasurable ways to mark you,” she threatened and leaned down, her nose skimming my neck. “Would you prefer I inject it?” she asked teasingly, but it was cruel.

“No, Ma’am,” I whispered, feeling all the muscles in my neck and chest clench in anticipation of the bite I thought was coming.

“I thought not,” she said, before dipping her head back to my neck and continuing her ministrations for a few more minutes, while I lay there beneath, her trying desperately not to react wantonly and arouse her vampire any further.

The Princess’s reactions to me were becoming concerning. She had said she had control, but it didn’t seem so to me. She eventually pulled herself away and allowed me to get dressed for the day.

I found the Princess across the room sitting at the small kitchen table, watching me as I exited the bedroom, dressed in my blue uniform. She looked pointedly at the seat in front of her and I sat down, pleased to find a hot cup of coffee waiting for me.

I inhaled the coffee smell deeply as I brought the mug to my lips.

“This is wonderful, thank you, Ma’am,” I said as I took a sip of the hot nectar.

“This is your schedule,” she began, handing me a small laminated sheet. “Your classes are highlighted in blue, and mine in red. As you can see there is an overlap between your first class ending and my first class of the day which will have forty-five minutes remaining.” She pointed to the schedule.

My first class was titled ‘Knowing the nature of your master/mistress,’ while the Princess would be in ‘Geopolitics and its impact on the kingdom over the past century,’ which was a much longer class than my own.

It didn’t seem like I had many classes at all, my class was my first and only class of the day. The Princess’s schedule was fuller with a couple of classes each day, all appearing to be on mind-numbingly boring subject matters.

“This means,” she continued as I examined the schedule, “that you’ll be on your own for forty-five minutes, as you can’t well interrupt a lecture by walking in halfway through.” I nodded in understanding. “I want you to go to the café we went to yesterday and wait for me. You are free to order food, all catering is part of our tuition. I will find you there,” she explained.

“I understand, Ma’am,” I said between sips of my coffee. It was so good or maybe it just tasted like the best coffee ever because I had gone two whole days without any, I hummed my satisfaction all the same.

“Good. Drink up, we’ll be leaving in five,” she instructed, standing from the table.

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As we stood in the entrance hall of the main school building, the Princess pointed to the signs hanging from the ceiling that I hadn’t noticed before. “These will help guide you around the building. You want to head down that corridor on the left and up the stairs. Follow the signs until you reach auditorium 2.01, as on your schedule,” she stated, before taking hold of my blazer and pulling me towards her. Her head dipped and she sniffed near my neck. She must have been happy with her scent marking from themorning, as she held a satisfied grin when she pulled back and released me. “Remember to wait for me at the same café as yesterday,” she instructed once more, before walking away, leaving me standing, without waiting for a response.

I found the auditorium with a group of other students in varying styles of uniforms, waiting outside.

“Are you looking for ‘Knowing the Nature of Your master?’” A girl about my height with bright, clearly dyed, red hair asked. Her uniform was pale brown with yellow stitching, a bit garish for my tastes, but her smile was bright and inviting.

“Yeah, I am,” I answered, walking towards her.

“You’re in the right place,” she said, pushing herself from the wall she leaned on. Her eyes were a pale blue, nothing supernatural there and I guessed she must be a witch or human. “I’m Ana,” she said, sticking her hand out towards me.

“Percy,” I replied, shaking her hand.

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