Page 23 of The Vampire's Mercy
His scrutiny tore into me, every hair standing to attention. He disgusted me while stirring my lust just by being there.
I fortified myself against him, layering on my game face, using the flower power to help keep me steady.
You won’t get the better of me, prick.
“I’m sweetcream,” I said without thinking.
Dammit. I didn’t want to be myself here, not even in speech.
“You’re what?” he asked, the question super seductive.
“Fine,” I rasped. “I’m fine.”
Get it together.
I shook my hands, rolling my neck, trying to build up more resistance by thinking unsexy thoughts—like sticking a knitting needle in my dick.
Okay, maybe too far.
“I’m fine, Your Majesty.” I bowed to him. “I didn’t mean to meet you in here, like this.”
His eyes were molten rubies, animated color swirling around his pupils, trapping me in a seductive glare.
I continued to resist, pouring everything into curbing my lingering stiffy.
Stupid penis.
“Is that so?” the king responded.
I nodded, giving him a smile.
“Tell me your name,” he said.
Your willing hole,I almost said out loud.
Damn his energy. It really put me through my paces.
I rolled my shoulders and hopped from foot to foot. “Drew. My name’s Drew.”
Those red eyes continued to drill into me. “A pleasure to meet you,Drew.”
Ugh. Did he have to say my fake name with such a husky tone?
I swallowed, tugging on the collar of my crop top. “And you, Your Majesty.”
His eyes didn’t move from mine. Not once. No roaming down my body, no taking in every inch of me. Well, at least from my point of view. Instead, he seemed to be prying, using my eyes as windows into my truth.
Shit.
Silvanus took a step forward. “Why are you here, Drew?”
Why is your voice such an oral wet dream?
“To gift my blood,” I squeaked in answer.
“But why?”
I felt my forehead crease. “Why what, Your Majesty?”
