Page 9 of Pregnant By the Vampire King

"I understand completely," she purred. "You've been a single, eligible man for almost your whole life. If it weren't for my father's heavy-handed tactics, you likely wouldn't have settled for me. You resent me for taking away certain freedoms, don't you? But it doesn't have to be that way. If you give me some of your precious time to get to know each other better, you'll find that I'm not the naive princess you think I am. I have a lot tolearn, true. But I can be an asset to you and a companion in more ways than one."

Vinir had to rip his eyes away from her body, forcing himself to stare at her face only. Not the way that barely-there fabric hovered over her breasts, her nipples leaving peaks through the purple dress.

"You're wrong," Vinir said. "You'll only be a distraction and a liability. This court is far more dangerous than the cozy lifestyle you're used to living. It will be better for both of us if we keep our distance. Your attempts to seduce me won't work."

She stood from the desk in a huff, a flush drawing across her cheeks. "Seduce you?" she blubbered. "I'm only trying to do my wifely duties! We're supposed to be a team. The least you can do is let me do my part."

"There is no team here, darling. You're an ornament and nothing more; you should be happy I’d prefer to ignore you than do less savory things to you.” He smiled wickedly, showing off his fangs. “You will not be interfering in my affairs, and that is final.”

Her fists clenched and unclenched, every muscle in her lithe body coiled and ready to spring. "The least you could do is allow us to get to know each other so our marriage will not be miserable."

"My word is final. You will have to learn to accept things as they are."

A flicker of pain appeared on Aelwen's features, but it quickly crinkled with her pent-up anger. She stormed off without another word, slamming the office door shut behind her, neither accepting nor denouncing his stance on their relationship.

Vinir sighed and readjusted his position in his chair. His cock ached horribly from having to argue with her while she wore an outfit like that, and it would only hurt more since he couldn't give in to her.

He had to remain strong, no matter how hard it was for him to turn down someone so sweet and alluring as Aelwen. Even if he could find it in himself to tolerate her company enough to get to know each other more as people, that would be a dangerous route to take and only open him to more compromises in the future.

If he gained any affection for her, even the tamest, would that open him to the possibility of accidentally hurting her with his curse?

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Aelwen was too much. After her bold display by barging into his office in the middle of his work, he could hardly get anything done. Vinir would get two pages into a document or official proposal by his council, only to get stuck thinking of Aelwen's soft thighs and plump lips.

She was driving him fucking crazy, and he needed to relieve the pressure before he lost his mind.

The door to his expansive chambers flew open, and he stormed into the room and rushed to the bedroom, slamming doors in his wake. There, he relaxed into the down, silky blankets on the bed, hurrying to unbuckle his trousers and pull out his cock.

He fisted himself, jerking to the rhythm of his breaths. The thought of Aelwen took precedence in his mind. Her pale skin, tight waist, full breasts, and the way she'd filled out thedress she had been wearing when she barged into his office earlier.

He imagined it was her hand stroking him instead of his own. Her soft hands squeezing and milking him for everything he was worth. His breathing quickened as he fantasized about taking off every piece of clothing from her body, caressing every inch of skin with his fingertips until neither one could take it anymore.

"That fucking fae slut," he growled. "How could she have this effect on me?"

His fingers moved faster as the fantasy of having her splayed out beneath him enthralled him. Soon, he was moaning into the quiet night air, imagining what it would be like to make love to Aelwen properly and not have to worry about whether he hurt her in the process.

Heat coiled in his balls, and just as he was on the verge of bursting, the door flew open, and Aelwen flew into the room in a flurry of silk and blonde hair.

"Is everything all right?" she asked, striding toward him. "I heard the doors slamming, and I thought—"

She cut herself off when she came close enough to see Vinir on his back, his hand wrapped around his dick, his eyes hooded and frenzied from his interrupted climax.

"Do you mind?" he growled. "You're interrupting."

She swallowed deeply, staring at his cock. "I can see that."

"Do you have a problem?"

Aelwen opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out. Instead, she straightened her spine, a flush of embarrassment creeping onto her cheeks.

"Good," Vinir spat. "Then get out before I change my mind."

Still, she didn't move. His cock throbbed beneath her stare, so thick and angry with his arousal, and it was all her fault that he couldn't get his shit together. She'd been distracting him since the minute she arrived at his castle, wiggling her tits and ass at him at every chance she got.

"Change your mind about what?" she whispered.

"About not hurting you."

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