Page 58 of His True Beloved

Chapter 25

Sebastian

Christine,stillcladinher leather skirt and my shirt, let out a sob. Her demeanor around me was always calm and collected, but the recent news of her ex-boyfriend now being an actual incubus had her rattled. The bond we shared, the tiny little string that barely held us together until we properly mated, gave insight that she was not heartbroken in the romantic sense about this demon.

In a small way, that gave me comfort to know she still cared for me.

“I’m sorry, I’m a hot, sticky mess,” she said all too harshly, brushing away a tear. “It’s just that I’m mad that I was tricked! For so long! I thought he was my friend too! We were together for a long time.” I held her close, not sure what to say. This demon had broken so many ethical laws among humans it was astonishing.

Even being an incubus, one should have some sort of moral compass. Not all incubi were bad or evil, just the same as vampires. This one, however, seemed to be the lowest of the low.

I had not come across many incubi in my time. Their time was limited on Earth, but this Wyatt creature had certainly done harm. “I’m sorry he hurt you,” I said, still not sure what to say. As much as I had longed to have my beloved, to show affection and care, I was still unable to come up with the correct words to soothe her.

“Let me take care of you.” The words left my mouth before I could think. Christine nodded, her tiny little nose now red from rubbing. I pulled away reluctantly, had her sit on the bed, and began to unbutton her shirt. Trying my best not to let my eyes wander around her bountiful breasts, I stripped her down until she stood naked in front of me.

The desire was in her eyes. Her motions to remove my pants began, but I held her wrists softly. “Not now.” I traced her cheek with my fingers. “Let me take care of you. You’ve been through a lot.” The hint of lust still lingered, but only she nodded in affirmation.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want you because gods, I do.” I smiled. Laughing, she wrapped her arms around her body. “None of that,” I whispered huskily, gently setting her on the bed. “You don’t have to hide from me. I love being able to see that you will be mine indefinitely.” My beloved blushed, looking away. The tinge in her cheeks had my cock harden, but this was my time to show her that I didn’t just want her body but her soul as well.

To make things equal, I stripped my clothes, my cock bouncing, hitting me in the stomach before I put on black linen pants. I tied them tight, not trusting myself the beast would come out all on its own in the night.

Pulling a large white tunic from the large wardrobe, I gently but hastily put it over her head and threaded her arms through the arms. The strings from the tunic on the front grazed her breasts, my venom released into my fangs, watching the swell of her breast rising and falling. She giggled, watching me tie the strings swiftly. “Too much temptation.” I chuckled, grabbing her hand.

Picking her up, I took her to the bathroom, setting her on the counter. She shivered, feeling the cold hit her ass. Taking a cloth, I began to wash the eye make-up from her face. Her tears had washed most of her painted lashes away, but the remnants still had my heart heavy for her pain.

“Good thing I got tested,” she repeated again. “That’s so disgusting.” I shook my head, combing out her hair.

“He wouldn’t have caught anything and wouldn’t have passed anything along, Bella. He’s a demon, and they regenerate too fast to catch any human diseases.”

“Yeah, but it’s like… still gross.” She twiddled her fingers. “If that’s how he properly eats, imagine how many…” I silenced her with a soft kiss.

“I know you like to think.” I picked her up, having her legs straddle my waist. “But sometimes it’s best not to.” Christine hummed, her head nuzzling into my neck. I chuckled, finding her more resembling a werewolf pup than a human.

“I have to go back to my house tomorrow,” she muttered into my shoulder. Tucking her in the bed, entangling our legs together, I growled. “I’ll buy you new things. I don’t want you there with Ashton, and I’m sure I have been banned from the area.”

Great, now I’m acting like a territorial werewolf.

“But Christopher is there,” she whined.

Who the fuck is Christopher?

“Fuck Christopher,” I stated. Her mouth opened in shock. “Careful, or I might put something else in there.” I laughed until she smacked me playfully on the shoulder. Was this one of her other roommates?They seem to be popping out everywhere.

“Christopher is my cat, you tater tot! He’s fluffy and white and has the cutest little pink nose.” Christine pinched her thumb and index finger together, making a cooing noise.

“What’s a tater… tot?” She snorted, unable to control her laughter. I didn’t see anything funny because she was talking about another man and now something about taters.

“All right,” I grumbled, pulling her to my chest. “Anything else you will need from your temporary housing? Because you are living with me, here in this house until we figure out what to do with Wyatt.”

Christine hummed, patting her finger with her lips. “Oh, there is Bob, too,” she stated.

“These male names.” I sighed, gripping her tightly. She began laughing again until I silenced her with a kiss. “Who is Bob?” I huffed, licking her lips. Christine grew quiet, now tickling my chest with her finger. “It’s a stuffed animal. I always wanted a dog, but my sperm donor didn’t like them. Too much noise. Anyway.” She blew at the hair on her face. “Mom got me this big fluffy dog that looks like a corgi. It has a heart-shaped butt.”

“So your Bob takes after you, huh?” I teased. “The perfect heart-shaped rump I can grab when I want to, right?” Instead of bashing my chest, her fingers went under my arms and began to tickle me. I screamed like a tiny fangling trying to get away.

“Oh, so the big, bad vampire is ticklish? Who would have thought?” I tried to scramble off the bed, but her arm caught me. My beloved was much stronger than she looked and had me pinned with my back to the mattress. She straddled me, her fingers playfully wiggling in the air maliciously.

“What else is ticklish?” Her fingers traced my abdominals. They contracted, no longer feeling the tickles of her nails, but the fire touches across my skin. “Seems just under your arms.” She breathed. Once laughing a moment ago, both of us had done a complete turn of a different sort.

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