Juli’s knees buckled.
Michaela felt terrible for a moment, and was concerned she had gone too far.
“Mistress, it was my honor to serve you.Please call for me in any way I can assist you.”Juli bowed before Michaela, holding her position for a long time, even as she wavered and leaned into Sherman for support.
Nervous, and unsure how to respond or what she should do in the face of such devotion, Michaela moved on instinct.Rising to her feet, she leaned down, cupped Juli’s chin, and urged the woman, shorter than her by a foot, to lift her head and meet her gaze.
“Thank you, Juli.You have pleased me this day with your service.It will not be forgotten.”Michaela lowered her hand, stepped back, and offered a sharp nod to dismiss the woman.
With the glow of happiness returning color to Juli’s features, the Prime stumbled out of the room with Sherman offering support and whispering words of comfort.
The room was silent as she and Amaros were the only two left.
Michaela felt a little nervous being alone with him after hearing how the scientist had forced the babies inside of her.She slipped a hand over her belly, and felt a firmness though there wasn’t even a bump yet.But she knew they were there, well and growing because of their constant heartbeats.
Did Amaros see her as less than a woman and no longer desirable to him?He’d kept his distance from her since she’d divulged the truth, and only touched her to restrain her from tearing open the young servant's veins in her hunger.Then he’d retreated to the other side of the room.
Yes, he’d kept her in sight.However, it was more to ensure she didn’t go rabid on Juli in her bloodlust.
He’d used the term blood mates before, but they were not blood mates, or any actual type of mates because Amaros repeatedly refused to seal the deal—join them as one.
And right now, with fresh blood pumping through her veins and her clit throbbing in time with every heartbeat, she wanted Amaros to claim her.
Michaela.
She glanced in his direction, afraid of what she would see in his face.Fearful that he would order her back to their gorgeous room that felt like a gilded cage because she couldn’t be trusted outside of it.
Well, she was outside of it now and refused to return under the same guarded living and one-sided pleasure.
She observed him now, and the damn, stoic man hadn’t moved.
A low growl broke from her lips.“How can you be so damn calm...controlled...you?”
Amaros didn’t smile, didn’t flinch at her accusation.“What is it you want, little angel?Tell me and I will do everything within my power to give it to you.”
A part of her knew he referred to the men and women who used her in the lab in unspeakable ways.But she could care less about them right now.Her focus was on one thing, one person: Amaros.
“You.”She took a step, making her way across the room to him.“I want your lips and your hands all over me.You inside of me.”
One slow step after another, she went to him.
Then in an instant, a swirl of black smoke surrounded her and Amaros was there.His hard chest pressing into her aching breasts as he pulled her closer still with a hand on her hip.“Be careful what you ask for, little angel.”
“I know what I’m asking for, Amaros.You,” she told him again.
His free hand cupped her face and his lips found her mouth.He licked along the seam tickling the sensitive skin of her mouth.
When she parted her lips for him, he drew back and continued his expedition of the outside of her mouth.
She hissed as he nipped the side of her bottom lip, his fang piercing her flesh.
He collected the tiny drop of blood that beaded at the cut before she felt the light, itchy sensation of her body’s quick healing.
Amaros did it again to the other side.
“You taste divine,” his low, satin, vibrato had her toes curling in her heels.“I have a notion to spend all day drinking you up then feeding you my blood on and on until it's all the same.”
“Do it,” she taunted.
