Ambrosia (Nectar 2)

She nodded robotically and buried her face in his chest. She didn’t know if she had the strength to argue. Part of her niggled with worry that he wanted more nectar out of being power-hungry, but she didn’t let that nag at her because she knew he loved her. She knew it in her soul.

She was suddenly acutely aware of his erection against her leg. She lifted her chin and looked at him, raising her eyebrows.

“I know,” he grumbled and got out of bed, looking uncomfortable as he adjusted himself, “I’d better go.”

“I’ll be back as soon as possible. Sleep, if you can. Love you.” He leaned over and kissed her briefly on the lips and left the room.

Kyla laid in bed for a while but that proved fruitless so she changed her clothes and then got on the treadmill so that she could try to find the zone, try to find the answers, try to cope with all she’d learned. She had so many questions.“You were created to be mine”His words rang in her ears.

He’d said that the night in the RV park. Did he know, then, that they were an experiment?

Then the word princess rang in her ears. He told her he was like royalty and he called her princess almost from the start. With what Adrian’d said about the fact that she could be a queen if she were turned, she wanted to hurl.

She yanked the safety key from the treadmill and it instantly halted, jerking her and making her nearly fall. She grabbed the handles and gasped for air. She hopped down and then paced the room, radiating energy that was frenetic, fully feeling everything she felt, hoping he’d feel it and get back to her. She got what she wished for. Two minutes after she’d gotten off the treadmill, he was there, a scary look on his face.

“Did something happen? I got this spike of…”

“You knew.”

“Knew?”

“You knew! You told me I was created to be yours, back in Victoria. You’ve been lying to me. You knew. You fucking knew that I was a lab experiment.”

“No. I didn’t.”

“Oh, really?” she folded her arms.

“I felt it. I didn’t know it. I didn’t know Adrian’s story. I never met the man until the day before yesterday. I knew of him. Knew a little of his work but not much. I knew nothing of you before we met. I only knew, from that first night we met, that you were it for me. It. End of story. Maybe it’s entitlement, I don’t know, but that’s where my phrasing came from. It wasn’t that I was in on this… this thing. I’m in turmoil here, baby. I’m wading through this shit just like you. I’ve just got the advantage of understanding both worlds and knowing this shit two days before you got wind.”

Kyla thrust her fingers through her hair.

“I feel so….”

She couldn’t finish. She couldn’t articulate it. Her time on the treadmill hadn’t helped with perspective. It only brought more fear, more anxiety, more shock as the things that’d been told to her sank in.

“You do know that the best thing you can do is trust me, don’t you? Stop being so damn suspicious all the fucking time. I can’t believe after everything we’re still here.” He poured a drink from a bar area by the window, “Want one?”

Kyla folded her arms across her chest and frowned and shook her head. Booze was the last thing she needed right now.

“How would it make you feel if every time you turned around I was throwing accusations at you, treating you with suspicion?”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. He was right. He was 100% right.

He shook his head and downed his drink.

“I’m a jerk,” she admitted.

He nodded, “Yeah. So stop.”

“Where were you? What’s the latest?”

He sighed.

“Maybe I’ll stop being so suspicious if you stop leaving me in the dark all the time. You need to give me some fucking credit.”

He let out a breath and turned away from the window to face her, “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I’m a jerk, too.”

She sat on the sofa. He sat beside her and took her hands into his.

“I just hate the anxiety you feel and I want it gone. Sorry if that means you get upset and feel like you’re in the dark. I just don’t want you to hurt. I’ll stop.”

She nodded, “Is the way you feel for me textbook? With royal vamps and their pets, I mean?”

He shook his head, “Doesn’t seem like it. No one has said but I don’t think so. Sounds like this combo, you and me? Unheard of.”

He leaned over and his lips touched hers and she relaxed into his embrace.

His kiss turned hungry and he hauled her up onto his lap, so she was straddling him. He was hard. His fingers roughly dug into her back and her shirt started to go up.