Page 68 of His True Beloved

“How so?” I led her back to the bar where Suron was chugging down a Bloody Mary.

“Think about it.” She held up her finger for emphasis. “One, Ashton was really working the ‘I’m so macho’ vibe and trying to get in all the ladies’ pants.” I bobbed my head, slightly agreeing. “Two”—she held up a second finger—“I’ve seen him drink from the boxed wine from one of our other female roommates, and he dared to put frozen grapes in it.” I snorted a laugh, covering my mouth with my sleeve.

“And three”—she held up her third finger—“he may have some ill feelings against vampires about what happened to his seemingly happy parents, but what if he was afraid that if his mate, a ‘female’ mate, found out about his preferences? He was putting on a show this whole time because maybe he wouldn’t feel accepted, or his mate may not accept who he is? I’ve never heard of a homosexual pairing until tonight.” Christine sipped her rum and coke. “Now he knows his mate is the same sex, and that’s why he isn’t fighting it.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Much.”

“Now Ashton is going to get the D and no longer be so high-strung,” Pamela interjected. “Ready to dance yet? I’m feeling frisky.”

“Don’t think you can be frisky if you aren’t giving it out.” Suron raised his glass to the bartender for another.

Pamela pouted, crossing her arms. “All right, I’m antsy to dance then, ready, guys?” My hand squeezed Christine’s while they led us to the dance floor. Suron took one more shot, then jogged out until we were all smashed up against bodies of supernaturals and humans swaying to the beat.

My mother taught me many years ago the classical ways of ballroom dancing. The fast, upbeat dancing had been done in the other kingdoms, but Vermillion had yet to adapt to the new ways. “Come here.” Christine pulled me forward, her hand coming to my collar to unbutton my shirt. “Loosen up a little and just grind into me.”

I gulped, resting one hand on her hip and the other on the small of her back. Our breathing was so close that I could smell the sweet smell of her rum on her lips. Turning her body, her ass rubbed against my erection. Christine took my hands and rubbed them around her waist and hips until I boldly pushed them upward, so my thumbs rubbed under her breasts.

Well, this was certainly better than ballroom dancing.

The hour stretched on. Suron and Pamela playfully danced while I kept my beloved under constant watch. There was no separating us, not one moment of her leaving my sight.

We would be protected for now under the watchful eyes of the coven and packs of wolves that stay here. Wyatt wouldn’t be insane enough to do such a thing, but we had to begin our hunt once everyone left for their homes.

Christine moaned against me, her mouth finding mine quickly as my erection continued to rub against her. My balls ached painfully, and I needed a release I never knew I needed. “We could find a closet to help you with that….” Christine whispered in my ear. “Can’t let my beloved be in too much pain.” She tried to remain the seductive vixen, but the mix of alcohol had her giggle.

“Good to know you want me,” I crooned. “But who says I would give you a choice to suck me off.” Her giggle stopped, and the arousal of her body intensified.

“You’d order me around like that?”

“Oh, Bella, I can be quite demanding.” I licked my lips.

Christine has only had a taste of what I could do, but when she has changed, I will give her all of me and my dominating ways.

Christine’s body shivered, my hand grabbing hers to have her feel my cock. “All of that, in your mouth.” I growled. “You have to watch me as I spurt my load down your throat and have you do it all over again, repeatedly.”

“Y-you can’t possibly—” she stuttered.

“Have my cock get hard again so fast? Darling, if only you understood what it means to be a vampire. I’m always ready, especially for my beloved’s sweet cunt. I’ve been taking it easy on your little human body.” Christine’s body stilled, her eyes dilating. Pulling her body closer, Pamela and Suron stood on either side of us, interrupting our lustful moment.

Fucking bad timing.

“We need to rehydrate your mate,” Pamela insisted. “All that sweat and the mix of her arousal, I’m surprised some wolf hasn’t tried to lap that up off her leg,” I growled at her in a warning. Pamela had too large of a mouth.

“Pamela!” Christine squealed at her. Secretly, I knew my beloved loved the attention Pamela gave her, but it was delightful to watch.

“My poor ears,” Suron complained. “I’m going to be talking like a dirty sailor tomorrow. Now come on, Tate wants to talk to us.”

We trudged over to a large, rounded booth meant for unmated alphas to congregate. There was none there except for Tate, who had ordered a round of waters. Taking it gladly, Christine chugged the whole bottle in one go.

“Needed that.” She sat at the table, and I promptly had her sit on my lap. Kissing her forehead, her hand wrapped around mine. Wolves in the distance eyed her lustfully until they noticed the mark on her shoulder. I hissed in their direction, keeping them away.

“I’m sorry he isn’t here yet,” Tate stated, speaking about their alpha. “Enzo was just named alpha two nights ago, and he is still in party mode.” Pamela chuckled, stirring her freshly made drink.

“It’s all right, really. Don’t need to meet him.” She waved her hand absentmindedly. “Alphas and sigmas don’t get along well. Sigmas got a thing for breaking the social norms.” She smacked her lips. “Being alone, calling the shots on your own, and not having to worry about a whole pack is an easier life.

Tate eyed her curiously, leaning over the table. “Really now? So you don’t think you’d be mated to an alpha?” I observed Tate as he paid particularly close attention to Pamela.

“Nah, it wouldn’t work. I’m a free thinker and independent. I’ll probably get mated an omega, and we can be our own little pack family. I’ve talked to almost every omega here, and none are my mate, though.”

Tate chuckled again, and Christine sensed a vibe she didn’t understand. Squeezing her thigh to keep her quiet, cheers erupted from the room entrance. Chanting, “Krawl, Krawl, Krawl!” howling from the wolves.

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