Page 57 of House of Vampires and Flame

“You!” His voice was rough. “What are you doing here?”

I’d been fast. Even if he’d caught a glimpse of Sy and my transformation, he’d think that his eyes were playing tricks on him in the dark woods.

I just needed to swagger and give him some attitude.

“Taking a leak, sir,” I said.

He sniffed, a sheen of molten gold rolling over his storm-blue eyes. He knew that I was lying, and he probably smelled sex on me. I cursed Sy again under my breath.

Before he could reach to grab me or stop me, I shot in the opposite direction like a bat out of hell, fleeing as fast as I could.

“I’m sorry, high sir. It won’t happen again! Goodnight!” I let the wind carry my rushed words to him.

My racing heart was still pounding in the back of my throat after I collapsed in my bed on the top floor of the House of Vampires.

I’d nearly been compromised because of Sy, and she didn’t feel one bit of guilt. She was still high from fucking the powerful fae, and I was mentally too exhausted to think further.

Yet I had the presence of mind to take care of what I needed to. I tossed my tattered outfit into the trash can, found a Sarahi binding from the bottom drawer to flatten my breasts, and shrugged on a new shirt and a pair of trousers.

My head hit the pillow, but before I let myself pass out, an ominous feeling latched on in the pit of my belly.

Something bad was coming, and I couldn’t stop it.

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I hadn’t gotten more than an hour’s sleep when my door was kicked open with a loud bang. At the force, the hinge popped out and fell to the floor. The door slammed into the wall, its top half tilting at an odd angle.

I rolled to a sitting position in the bed, dark fog still clouding my head. Judging from the weak gray light coming through the window, dawn wasn’t here yet.

I tried to rub the sleep from my eyelids as I realized it was Louis who had barged into my room. He’d returned from the vampire kingdom then, but I had no idea why his eyes were full of fury, his face puffy with drunkenness, which wasn’t too attractive.

Well, things might not have gone well for him in the vampire court. Drusilla had had a slip of the tongue and mentioned that the vampire king wasn’t too happy with his heir’s progress in the academy. The old king had expected his son to gain more advantage over other heirs. Disappointing the vampire king too much might cause Louis’s status as the heir to be stripped.

Constant pressure and high expectations from his daddy drove Louis to indulge in vampire orgies. That was why he fucked a lot, even compared to other supernaturals. In general, supernaturals were way more sexual than humans, and they didn’t even need to watch porn to spice up their libido.

Anyway, his pain wasn’t mine, and I had my own demons to deal with—lately, it was mostly Sy. So, the prince needed to cool his vampire man tits in his own room where he could also jerk off in his private time and space.

“Excuse me, sir, but your room is on the other end of the floor,” I offered, trying not to sound irritated. But I must be firm.

“Excuse you?” He sniffed, his nostrils flaring, and crimson rings appeared around his pale blue irises.

“This is my room, Your Highness. I just want to humbly and respectfully remind you.” I softened my tone.

“Remind me? Everything here is mine, including you!” he spat, his blond hair flowing down to his broad shoulders. I’d read some vampire romance novels, but Louis was nothing like the stereotypical vampire. His skin wasn’t even pale or milk white but very much tanned. “Yet you betrayed me, little Bob. Who did you fuck when I was away for only one day?”

Shit!

I ceased rubbing my eyelids and stared at him. “What? You say crazy things, sir.”

I should’ve taken a bath after Sy’s fucking, which was different than any of her sexual feeding in the past.

“Who?! Where is your lover?” Louis demanded, jealous fire searing his eyes.

He’d detected another male’s scent on me. A shot of unreasonable jealousy confused him and made him even madder since he loathed to be attracted to a servant boy. He wouldn’t let anyone else have me, even though he wouldn’t touch me. Unbeknownst to him, while his mind was telling him that I was a boy, his body recognized me as a woman.

And Sy constantly emitted her pheromones to entice and disarm her prey. Even when she lurked within me, her sexual appeal and scent still leaked through me when I had my guard down.

She’d got me in a pickle this time.

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