Page 82 of His True Beloved

“I’m so happy she’s waking up,” Vanessa cooed, petting her daughter’s hair. Sebastian growled in warning. Justin pulled his beloved away as he took her to the door. “Can I at least see if she is all right?” she begged, forgetting how bloodthirsty she was when she woke up from her own slumber.

Not that Christine would hurt another vampire, but Sebastian was ravenous to be claimed. There were also few humans on the estate, and that was always a worry when a newly transitioned human was around. There was also Pamela, who was still yelling in excitement from outside the bathroom window.

“Take care of Pamela.” Sebastian didn’t’ meet Justin’s eyes as he flipped open the trunk at the end of the bed. Clothing shipped from his home realm, and trinkets rattled in the chest until he pulled up four red silk sashes from the bed.

He hurried, taking the specialty-made sashes from the trunk, and wrapped each of Christine’s wrists and tied them to the bedposts.

“What’s he doing?” Vanessa tried to push Justin away, only for him to pull her out the door.

“What I should have done when you changed, but of course, I was too soft.” He chuckled to himself. “Won’t make that mistake again.” Vanessa gasped, slapping his chest before they ducked out the door.

Sebastian’s hands shook, the excitement thrilling him while Christine arched her back. The black lace nightgown that barely covered her mound rose as her back arched. His fangs leaked sweet venom, and his cock was already dripping with precum.

This was his moment, the one he had waited for his entire life, and now it was here, with his mate tied to the bed with silk woven by the elves. Nothing would break this fabric, nothing. Tugging on the sashes, he gave just enough slack so she couldn’t leave the bed. If he wanted to flip her over and fuck her senseless, if she didn’t listen to her thirst, he would be able to.

“Sebastian?” Her low sultry voice made his cock twitch as he crawled beside her.

“Yes, my beloved?” He licked his lips, watching her slowly open her eyes. They were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Even with the beautiful red they now held, sparks of blue and silver decorated her pupil. It was so different, so magical than what he had ever seen on a female vampire, and it made him puff his chest out with pride. She truly was exceptional. The gods had blessed her since she was, in fact, his second chance.

“I’m…” she began but stopped speaking immediately when she felt a terrible burn in her throat. She coughed, trying to relieve the feeling, and even swallowed some of her spit. The burn became stronger, so she tried to put her hand around her throat, but it stopped halfway from the tight bindings around her wrist.

“Why?” her throat hissed, and her hand tugged harder on the silk bondage.

“You are feeling thirsty. You need to drink,” Sebastian said soothingly. A glint in his eye, full of excitement, had her fluttering her eyes in confusion.

“Water?” She lost all words to speak, the dryness of her throat causing her difficulties speaking.

“No,” he said teasingly, tracing his claw down her best. “Blood.” Christine gulped in air. This was it. This was when she had to drink blood. Here, all her life, she was afraid of it, afraid to see it, and now she had to drink it.

“It’s all right,” Sebastian cooed, slitting a deep cut into his neck. It dripped down his collarbone and landed on his chest.

Christine’s nostrils flared. It smelled so damn good she didn’t realize she was licking her lips. Her eyes trailed down where the blood made its way down Sebastian’s chest, curving along the crevasses of his chest muscles and his abdomen.

He was wearing sweatpants and no underwear.

Sebastian’s erection was poking her in the leg, and the thin piece of lace between her and that raging cock was a nuisance.

“Drink from me, and I’ll let you have this.” He grabbed the bulge in his pants. His hand gripped around the thick shaft under the fabric that she really adored before she was turned but now desperately needed.

All Christine could do was nod, her elbows pushing her off the sheets and licking her tongue from the bottom of his torso up to his neck. It wasn’t bad at all. The metallic taste she thought she would feel on her tongue wasn’t there. Instead, it was sweet, like a decadent dessert that filled her not just her stomach but pussy as well.

Her core was a throbbing mess. Something between the taste of his blood and the thirst had her growling, and she paused midway up Sebastian’s chest to see his bright red eyes staring down at her.

“It’s all right. It’s normal,” he purred. “Keep going,” he said huskily as Christine continued to lick him clean until she reached the cut that poured the sweet nectar from his body. It had already healed, and the scar was already fading.

Christine’s hair was pulled back, Sebastian lacing his fingers into the weave of luscious blonde locks and smashed his lips on hers. His fangs nipped her lips, causing blood to drip down her cheek. Licking her clean slowly, her cut was already healing. They panted as they pulled away.

“Are you going to be my good little mate and drink from me, or will I have to tease you until you finally give in?” Christine’s eyes widened, her heart racing in her chest. As much fun as it sounded to be teased and finally be given something, her throat was as dry as the Sahara desert, and her stomach grumbled in disagreement.

Besides, licking the blood from his body wasn’t that bad, so why not go ahead and drink more at once?

“I’m scared I’ll hurt you. I don’t know what to do.” The sweetness of blood coating the back of her throat was fading fast, and her body squirmed. Sebastian had only a small window to help keep her under control before she would be challenging to handle.

“You won’t hurt me, just like I won’t hurt you. Our souls won’t allow it,” he grumbled in her ear. Christine’s body felt like goo as his tongue circled her neck. Christine felt a sharp swipe of the claw between her breasts, and the small amount of lace she had covered her body fell to the bed.

Fingers parted her lower lips, and Sebastian dipped one finger, then two, as he pumped it into her body. “Oh.” She moaned, leaning into him. With his hand still entangled in her hair, he commanded her to kiss his body. In a haze of lust, Christine listened to her beloved's dominating tone.

Sebastian thrust harder into her body, and Cristine kissed harder on his shoulder. Sebastian could feel Christine’s body warm, her body about to shatter. He pulled away, causing Christine to hiss in displeasure, but it only fueled his fire.

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