Page 98 of Wicked Magik
Whenever Veylor walked by in the hallway, she would clench her fist and raise her middle finger in what I assumed is a rude human gesture.
Yet I can't help but notice her eyes lingering on his retreating form as we passed by. I'm torn between thinking it's a look of deep yearning or perhaps a gaze filled with simmering resentment that's been held for too long.
Veylor is utterly distraught. He paces back and forth whenever I am with him, he can't help but probe incessantly about Vesper and her persistent brooding. His eyes are filled with worry, and his voice trembles with concern. There isn’t much to say that could ease his troubled mind, and I found myself urging patience, and suggesting that he gave her the time she needed to navigate through her own thoughts.
He did try to kill her the first time they met.
At first I worried that Veylor was upset because I told him we would no longer touch each other unless Vesper was with us. However, Veylor seemed far more engrossed in ensuring Vesper's well-being.
He watched over Vesper during meal times, making certain that she was eating properly after losing so much blood. He stayed in the shadows, discreet yet ever-present, and he busied himself with tasks such as instructing Benedict to bring fresher vegetables, more plush blankets, and additional candles to illuminate our dim room so she wouldn’t be afraid of the dark.
He wanted her comfortable, cared for.
Which was, unlike him since I have known him in this life.
I had my own ways to try and keep her happy. I made sure she knew that Veylor and I were not… doing anything physical.
She said she didn’t care, that it was my decision to make and assured me she wasfinewith whatever I chose.
My pet knows that we had touched each other when she slept to heal. I came into desire as I drank her blood and did not want to do things to her while she slept to heal.
She was blank, unreadable but she nodded and said she understood. My pet caressed my chest and told me that it was okay.
It did not feel okay.
No, it didn’t feel right.
Veylor and I would not touch each other intimately until I knew what to do.
As much as my cock ached for them both.
Veylor and I had much to build, we shouldn’t be doing that. My cock still rises at what we had done before, I think about it too often. Only when I think about it now, Vesper is doing things with us.
I feel a burning selfishness for allowing my mind to harden at these thoughts, yet both of them have come to hold immense meaning for me. I desperately wanted them to find common ground and like each other too. Why is this woman being so infuriatingly stubborn? Why won't she let me show her the truth of what happened?
Vesper pursed her lips, her expression one of intense focus as she plunged the needle into the skin of the vessel before us. Her jaw was set with determination. Her fingers moved with practiced precision and remarkable speed, weaving and carving through the vessel that lay on the table.
My tail curled around her leg and I leaned in closer to her. “Pet, what are you doing?”
Another jab made me flinch. No blood oozed from the skin, nothing to make it seem real. I'm not sure why the sight of thedelicate skin being repeatedly pierced made me gag. I recoiled from her, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
Vesper giggled. “What’s wrong with you? Can’t handle a little skin crotchet?”
I shook my head and snuggled up beside her, careful not to glance at her work. "It's unnatural for blood not to seep from a wound. Why are you involved in this? I thought you despised Veylor, yet you're doing his work?"
Please tell me your icy heart is thawing.
My pet's smile gradually faded. "I'm not doing this for him; it's for Benedict. He handles all the work around here and never gets a rest." She sighed, finishing a knot in the thread. "He's done so much, and I wanted to show my appreciation."
I tilted my head and watched the needle fall into the container next to her. “He’s been a great friend to talk to when you are off with Veylor.”
I hung my head. I didn’t want to leave her, but she made me go.
I let out a whine.
Vesper faced me, placing her hands gently around my head. "I want you to build a connection with him. I've mentioned it a hundred times. I just don't want a relationship with him at the moment. Maybe we can be friends… in the future."
She withdrew her hands and headed to the sink to wash them. Although delving into her thoughts was off-limits, I needed to speed things up. They needed to be united, and Veylor desired it as well. He experienced something with Vesper; does she feel the same way about him?
