Page 58 of Wicked Magik
Thoughts of worthlessness fell upon me.
My Lord sat at the head of the table, he rolled his glass filled with a deep red wine. His plate was filled with food but hardly touched. “Come now, bring her here. I want to take a closer look at her.”
My Lord acted impassive, Vesper showed no fear to meet the male that tried to kill her. Vesper does it to protect me. The real question was, why was my Lord acting this way?
I haven’t spoken to him since he tried to take my pet and wanted to play nice with her. I don’t care if he has spoken with her, he hasn’t spoken to me.
I growled and took her to the opposite end of the table and sat in the chair that had no back to it. It enabled my tail to be free and was more comfortable.
Lord Veylor sat up and put his glass on the table and smirked. “Oryx, I’m hurt. Why would you not show this human to me sooner?”
“You tried to take her from me! Just like I knew you would!” I snarled. “Kill her, rip her from the living plane!” I gripped her tighter and she gasped.
“Damn, the testosterone in the room is stifling,”her mind whispered.
My Lord tutted. “We share everything Oryx, I was hurt you wouldn’t show me you brought another living thing into our home. Of course I would be naturally upset.”
My pet curled her arm around my head and scratched behind my ears. Immediately, my shoulders slumped and I calmed myself… for her.
Vesper opened her mouth. “Perhaps he felt intimidated to speak with you, seeing that you never once visited his room or checked up on him. You would have known I was in your home,” she goaded.
I nuzzled into her cheek. “You best keep quiet, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
She patted the side of my head. “I’m protecting you. I won’t let him do mind tricks on you to make you feel guilty.”
My ears twitched. “Is that what he does?”
Vesper pursed her lips. “Of course he does. He’s trying to make you feel bad for things he hasn’t done for you. Blaming you for not talking to him when he is the one that pushes you away.”
“Even if Veylor is hot and broody, I won’t let anyone hurt my monster.”
My Lord pounded his fist on the table. “You cursed wench, you speak lies! I only wish to protect my friend and you spout ugly mistruths!”
“Then where have you been?” She taunted. “You haven't visited Oryx. All the while, we have read, enjoyed each other’s company and become better friends in two weeks than you two have in twenty years!”
She had him there. However, No one ever spoke up against Lord Veylor, well, I guess I never spoke up against him and now Benedict.
Lord Veylor rose gracefully from his seat, the heavy wooden chair scraping against the floor with a resounding clatter that echoed throughout the room.
As he approached, I couldn't help but observe the meticulous way he fastened the buttons of his high-collared black dress coat, each click resonating with a sense of authority. This coat was unlike any I had seen before; it was expertly tailored, hugging his form in all the right places, lending an air of sophistication to his presence. His hair, usually confined in a tight bun, cascaded down in soft, elegant waves that framed his face, softening his sharp features. He looked… nice.
Very handsome.
Apparently, Vesper thought so too. Her scent was stronger, a faint scent of arousal came from beneath her dress.
“Something about a man in a tight fitting coat… and it looks like Oryx likes it too, his dick is digging into my ass more than usual.”
I swallowed hard as he approached, those dark eyes piercing through me and then… at her… at Vesper…my pet. Emotions I couldn’t describe ran through me.
Me touching her, him touching me, me touching him. Were these feelings normal? I just found out I could touch a female, to make myself feel good and to make my pet feel good. What if my lord wanted to feel good too? Is that why he is upset?
I panted, confusion engulfing me as I stood.
What was he going to do?
Vesper straightened her back the best she could with me holding her, her chin lifted in defiance. She was so strong, protecting me and I had thoughts of touching my lord. What a terrible male I was.
What a terrible monster.
