The Vampire's Mail-Order Bride

Outside her carriage window, she heard wolves howling, the menacing sound serving as the Marquis of Lunare’s serenade to his heartkeeper…as well as a promise of a violent demise under razor-sharp canines and claws to any one foolish enough to mean his marchioness harm.

The story of how Lord Ilie and Lady Soleil had fallen in love was the stuff of legends now. She wished them well, truly, but to imagine something similar would happen between her and the Marquis of Sangre no less…

Impossible, Rhapsody thought.

But despite this, her therapist’s words echoed in her mind.

If your heart breaks, and the pain is so tremendous that you realize it cannot be anything else but love…that is the only way to gain the answer you seek. But knowing this, would you still hope for such a moment?

Chapter Twelve

Mihail woke up the next day to another version of heaven, this time of his pet rubbing her bare and moist pussy over his already engorged cock while running her tongue around his nipple.

Seeing her Master awake, Rhapsody asked uncertainly, “This is alright…isn’t it? That I am the first to—-”

“It’s more than alright,” he said thickly. “In fact, you can do it as often as you like, wherever and whenever you want to.”

“May I continue then?”

“Please.”

And that was how their morning went, with the marquis nearly losing his mind as his pet took her time exploring his body, sucking for the longest time on his nipples and then licking and kissing her way down. When she had raked her fingernails over his legs, the electrifying sensation that shot through his body had him damn near bucking off the bed, and when her lips finally closed around his erection…

He had lasted only a few thrusts when his balls had started to tighten, and not wanting to cum on his own, he had pulled out abruptly and had his pet crying out as he changed their positions: she was on her fours, facing the vanity mirror across the bed, and he was on his knees, poised behind her.

He waited until her lustrous eyes met his through their shared reflection, and only then did he grasp her sweet ass before pushing his throbbing manhood past her silken folds in one, deep stroke. After that, his cock had simply taken over, pounding into her over and over like a wild beast. Every thrust was more forceful than the other until it had Rhapsody shoved down on the bed, ass up in the air while her cheek was pressed against the sheets that her fingers were clawing at.

She was panting, too, and the sound drove him wild. Before he knew it, he had already leaned close and lifted her hair so he could start sucking on her neck. Hard and deep. Not enough to pierce her flesh and drink her blood, but enough to mark her in a way that everyone would know…Rhapsody Norwood was his.

It was his first time to brand her so prominently, but his pet seemed to enjoy the process, with her movements suddenly going out of control, her hips wildly slapping against his thrusts. More. Please. Yes. More. She had never been so fucking vocal, and it had him squeezing her ass hard as he drove into her one last time.

“Master!”

Together, they had fallen over the edge, bodies buckling, and Rhapsody’s sweet cry of release merging with the marquis’ guttural growl. He had never thought of sex as beautiful, but with her…it was just that. Hot and torrid, too, yes, but more than anything else beautiful, and even now the memory of it had him fighting against the urge to say to hell with his responsibilities for the day and just get her out of whatever classroom she was in so he could—-

Fuck.

Mihail swore in several different languages as he stalked back into the woods, where a couple of enforcers and their bloodhounds had been trying to pick up the trail of a missing tourist. It was not like him to be this obsessive towards a woman, and he knew much of it had to do with the fact that he had yet to hear from Sir Isaac.

It was one of the few downsides of living in a kingdom like Chalys, with no modern mode of communication such as emails or text messages to rely on. The last he knew, Sir Isaac had been traveling from one territory to another, determined to fulfill what he believed was his duty to his ward. That had been three weeks ago, and all this waiting had Mihail growing increasingly tense and wondering if perhaps he should simply take the risk and tell his pet the truth.

She was a very sensible person, after all, and prone to neither drama nor holding grudges. There was every possibility she would understand his reason for doing what he did. And it was not as if what he had done was tantamount to cheating on her. It wasn’t like that in any way.