Rather than feel horrified, I let instinct take over. I pull Sebastian’s head roughly down, latching my lips over his neck once more. I drink, and ecstasy takes over my every thought.
“That’s it, little witch,” he groans. “Take what you need.Fuck. I’m going to?—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence. His thrusts grow erratic, hips jerking as he empties inside me. He fucks me through his orgasm, and I come a final time, his blood coating my tongue.
30
ONE MONTH LATER
SEBASTIAN
“How sure are you that this worked?” Grace asks. She stands at my dresser—or rather,herdresser. She moved my weapons to a cabinet two days after officially moving into my quarters. One month as a vampire with free reign and my funds, and Grace has accumulated more clothes than she could ever possibly wear.
I roll my eyes whenever she comes home with another find, but I don’t complain.
I never will.
“It worked, Grace,” I say. “I promise.”
I come behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. I rest my head on her shoulder, slowly trailing my hands up her sides, until they reach her breasts. I’ve already fucked her twice today, and it’s not even noon.
I’m insatiable. Now that’s she’s no longer breakable, I’m addicted to the point I’d be happy to do nothing but fuck her. It’s probably for the best that I've stepped down as king. Not only because that’s what it took to get my inner circle onboard with Grace’s rescue, but also because now, if I feel like it, I can ignore everything outside of these bedroom walls.
If only Grace was as easily tempted.
She whirls around, pushing my hands back to her hips. Despite having thirty days of her in this form, I’m still not used to her strength. So much of her is different. The way she moves, smells, tastes. Before I changed her, I was worried I wouldn’t like it, that I’d miss her human softness.
I don’t. I like that she’s stronger now, that I can fuck her against the wall hard enough to crack stone. That I can skip a few feedings without feeling tempted by her blood. That I can tie her to my bedpost and do whatever depraved ideas enter my head.
“We don’t have time,” she says pointedly. She pinches my wrists, a smile sneaking through her feigned annoyance. “If you wanted to fuck me, you should have done itbeforeI got dressed.”
“I did,” I say. I echo her smile, leaning in to trail my tongue up her neck. I curl my hand over her shoulder, roughly grabbing her braid. “Then you had to go and put on this dress. Now I need to fuck you in it.”
Grace shoves me away. She rolls her eyes and turns back to the mirror. I expect her to fuss with her hair more, but instead, she leans over the dresser and lifts her skirt. She’s bare underneath, and I raise my eyebrow.
“You have three minutes,” she says. “You better make them count.”
I’m inside her before she’s finished speaking.
“You’re late,”Beatrice drawls as Grace and I enter the courtyard.
She’s not wrong.
Our three-minute tryst on the dresser slipped into a final round on the floor, with her straddling my hips.
Grace moves slowly across the cobblestone. It’s her first time being outside since Cora transformed her with the sun spell. She raises her arms, watching the sunlight bathe her bare skin.
“I missed this,” she murmurs. She tilts her head back, closing her eyes. “It feels so good.”
“Hells, man, get a hold of yourself,” Milas laughs from his place at the table. Cora sits beside him and a stack of parchment is spread between them. He rests on his elbows, grinning stupidly. “You already fucked her. We can all smell it. Stop looking at her like you’re about to take her again.”
I glare at Milas, fists clenching before I can stop them. For all the shit I gave Oskar over the years, I never understood this feeling. I’d slept with dozens of women, and I never cared if someone made jokes like that. With Grace, it makes me want to rip Milas’s tongue from his body.
Luckily for him, I’m distracted by Grace’s laughter.
“I don’t know,” she says, giggling. “It might be fun. We’ve never slept together when we’rebothmortal.”
Great. Now I’m getting hard, and there’s an audience here to mock me for it.
