Chapter 17
Vesper
Smoke curled and twisted upwards from the cracks in the floor, snaking its way around the man’s silhouette.
He was dressed in a sleek, midnight-black three-piece suit, meticulously tailored to embrace his form like a second skin.
The fabric clung tightly around his body, emphasizing his lean physique.
His hair, a striking cascade of white as long as my own, whipped about his face in wild disarray, having escaped the confines of a once-secure hair tie.
It framed his features dramatically, contrasting sharply with the dark ensemble he wore.
His eyes, dark obsidian, twinkled in the lightning that flashed in the room.
Oryx looked over his shoulder at me. His tail swung and nudged me to stay behind him.
Yeah, no problem.
The man's lip curled upward into a smile, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth that gleamed under the light. His complexion was strange, a light shade of gray with perhaps a subtle hint of blue, reminding me of the pallor of a corpse. It added an unsettling aura to his presence.
Despite this, his features were undeniably handsome. A charm that was both alluring and downright dangerous.
Oryx's fur bristled as his back arched and his claws came out. I sensed danger; the man posed a threat, and I retreated deeper into the shadows.
“Oryx?” The man whispered again, his hair falling around his chiseled face.
Oryx continued to growl, becoming even more ferocious as snarls and drool pooled on the floor. He was consumed by the same intense fury I had witnessed when he had attacked the humans weeks earlier.
I stepped forward and put a hand on his back, only then did he slightly relax but there was no change in his stance.
The shadows then engulfed the man and within a blink of an eye, the warlock creature was gone.
Oryx turned suddenly and enveloped me in his powerful arms, pulling me close to his chest. His tail coiled around us like a protective barrier, its smooth texture pressing gently against my back. He inhaled deeply, as if savoring the moment, drawing in the scent of our closeness.
“You hurt?” His tongue swept across my neck and paused right over my jugular. Oryx was breathing hard, and his dick was pressed right up against me.
I swallowed. “I’m fine, but who was that?”
Oryx growled. “My Lord. Lord Veylor. My creator.”
My head reared back but Oryx kept his body wrapped around me.
“He will not take you from me. He has no right, you are mine.”
I pursed my lips together. “You didn’t tell me he was a full blown magik guy. Is he a warlock or something? How exactly were you created?”
Oryx grunted and held me tighter.
“Don’t know exactly. A fae, but more. He can wield magik, but more than an average warlock.”
I felt a mix of revulsion and uncertainty.
This Lord treats Oryx as if he’s insignificant, yet insists on keeping him close.
I overheard him accusing me of poisoning Oryx and trying to take him away.
But away from what, really? A life of being lonely, bedridden, and shackled to a wall?
I couldn't decide if I was doing the right thing.
The need to protect Oryx from this douchebag was soaring by the minute.
Oryx hummed, his tongue still wrapped around my neck. His stomach rumbled and I stiffened in his arms. Along with dealing with this Lord, I also needed to emotionally take care of Oryx like he has taken care of me.
He’s done more for me than anyone else has– besides my mother. He feeds, protects and cuddles me. More affection than I have ever received in my life, I’d even say he’s my best friend. I welcomed him all too quickly but I think it is because we both hated to be alone.
Oryx’s stomach rumbles again but he ignores it. His tongue again swipes around my neck. He’s hungry, and he hasn’t been out to get more blood. Benedict can’t hunt, he’s only a fae, or so he says. Who really knows because Oryx is clueless.
“Are you hungry, Oryx?” I pulled my head back and his tongue let go of my skin.
He purred and shook his head.
I raised a brow. “You didn’t eat the past two meals because you are out of animal's blood, so be honest. Remember this trust we are building?”
Oryx jerked his head back in surprise. “Are you wanting to feed me?”
Damn him and reading my mind.
“I’m sorry, pet, I just, you are loud right now. I have been trying my best.”
And he has. Oryx says he can usually block me out, and I’m trusting that means he’s keeping my thoughts out. But with how angry I am about Lord Veylor and him…I’m probably shouting in his mind.
“Yes, I’m thinking about it. You won't go hunting without me will you?” Because Oryx has attachment issues. It’s gotten worse. He wants to sit beside me while I pee now. He’s even in the bathroom with me while I bathe and now he wants to bathe me like I am his pet.
Which is concerning. Something was wrong.
With Veylor here and his desire to kill me, things were bound to deteriorate. I couldn't resolve the issue with Veylor now, but ensuring he was fed would have to suffice.
Oryx shook his head. “When I drank human blood, I did not eat for four days. Animal blood I must drink often.”
I hummed and twirled my finger around his long locks of hair. How should we approach this?
Oryx opened his jaw. The vampiric fangs inside were small compared to his massive bull headed skull. “I bite? I’ll be gentle.”
Flashes of how he was in fact, not gentle sprung up into my mind when we first met.
He shook his head. “I was bloodthirsty, I couldn’t control… I can control it now, my pet. I want my fangs in your skin.”
I swallowed, and a tingle between my legs nearly made me gasp.
“You like that?” His chest rumbled. “For me to bite you, and feed?”
I let out a frustrated sigh. "I have no idea why." My face flushed with warmth. "The concept is fascinating. I've read plenty of vampire stories, but I never imagined they could be real."
Oryx rubbed his snout across my neck. “I will not drink much. I don’t need much, just enough to fill the bottom of my stomach. My tongue will seal the wound.”
I pushed away from him. “Have you done this before? How do you know this will all work?”
He tilted his head. “I don’t know how I know, I just know.”
Wow, that’s comforting.
He shakes his head, his hair flying in all directions. “I don’t do it unless you are comfortable. I will take you into the woods with me while I hunt. I will not leave you with—”
“A compromise,” interrupted. “Not that I don’t trust you, but for the first time let’s do it on my wrist.” The idea of doing it on my neck turned me on way too much and it was such a vulnerable position.
Not to mention… intimate. I may even consider it as intimate as sex.
“But if we do this, I want to talk to Veylor.”
He growled. “No. He tried to hurt you.”
Aw, how cute he thinks he’s going to win.
“Pet. No.”
I tickled under his chin, kissed his snout, and cleared my mind. “I thought my Orie was hungry?”
Oryx huffed in annoyance but his stomach rumbled again. He looked down at my arm and lowered his skull.
His warm breath caused a tingle up my spine, a blend of eagerness as I awaited his fangs to pierce me. I raised my arm, and he delicately grasped my wrist with his monstrous hands, treating it as though it were a precious offering.
I’ve spent way too long in this house.
Oryx's tongue flicked out, tasting my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through me. His fangs grazed my flesh, barely touching, yet sending a wave of heat through my body.
He paused, his eye holes checking my eyes, seeking final confirmation. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. His fangs sank into my skin, a sharp pinch that was quickly soothed by his tongue lapping around my skin.
He was being surprisingly gentle. Only the front part of his skull was pinching my skin.
Yes, this was much better for our first time.
I could hear the subtle sounds of him drawing blood from my veins.
With a sigh, he gently guided me down onto the bed and held me close.
I didn't feel exhausted; instead, warmth spread through my body.
The familiar sensation tingled between my legs, but he was focused on feeding.
It didn't seem like he was taking a lot, but he was savoring the moment.
I moaned and shamelessly I wanted to lift my night shirt and rub myself.
His ears perked up at the sound of my moan, and his feeding slowed. He glanced at me, a questioning rumble in his chest. I squirmed beneath him, my free hand gripping the fur on his arm. His tongue lapped at my wrist one last time before he released it, the wounds already sealing shut.
"Pet," he growled low, his voice laced with concern and something darker, hungrier.
I flushed, embarrassed by my body's reaction, but also thrilled by the sensation coursing through me. "I... I don't know what's happening," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. Because this feeling was strong, stronger than my usual horniness.
Oryx shifted, his massive body pressing against mine. His nose holes sucked in air, his tail twitched behind him. "Your scent," he growled, his voice dropping an octave. "It's changed.”
I turned my head, avoiding his intense gaze. "Good or bad?" I asked while my fingers pulled up my nightshirt.
He rumbled again, his hand tilting my chin up to look at him. "Good," he said, his voice husky. "It makes me want to do things you asked me not to do yet, pet."
My breath caught, and I couldn't resist locking eyes with him. Though his eye sockets appeared shadowy, I was aware of what lay within them. I licked my lips, and he drew in another breath.
Oryx guided his shaft to my exposed pussy. I let out a gasp as the suckers on the underside of his shaft made contact, with one attaching to my clit.
“I’m sorry, is this okay? I will not enter.”
I caught my breath and clung to the fur on his leg. "Yes, this is fine, keep going." I moved my hips against him.
"Now I can savor both your blood and your desire," he murmured and his fangs entered my skin again and he continued to consume all of me. The suction intensified, pulsating and vibrating, and I was nearing my climax as he took another deep, lingering sip of blood.
I ground my hips against his shaft and I whined his name while I shamelessly humped against him.
He whimpered and his tail wrapped around my waist to hold me close.
“Orie,” I whispered into his ear as I felt my release.
He groaned, and I felt the warm spurts of his release land on my stomach. I shivered next to him as he licked my arm as if it were the finest delicacy he had ever tasted.
We were going to do it like rabbits once we finally got to it.
Oryx hummed and licked his snout. “Does this mean I get to impregnate you like the rabbits do?”
I groaned and fell back onto the pillows. “No, Orie, we are not doing that anytime soon. I’ve got an implant that will make sure we aren’t having little Orie’s running around.”
His ears drooped.
Is he serious right now?
“Hey, you don’t want to share me yet, do you?”
This sates him and Oryx yawned and snuggled up against my breasts. “Like pillows. Best pillows. My pillows.”
Before I could say anything else, Oryx had dozed off. He was softly snoring, and his stomach appeared swollen. I didn't feel dizzy or as if I had lost a significant amount of blood. Actually, I felt perfectly fine and not the least bit tired.
My thoughts were a whirlwind, as just an hour earlier, a terrifying warlock fae had stormed into the room. After that, I had to feed Oryx, experience an incredible orgasm, and now he's out cold.
Still need to keep thoughts in check and not wake Orie.
I separated from Oryx and noticed his cum was still on me.
It was black and not easy to hide like a human's would be, so I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself.
I changed into another dress shirt that I used for sleeping, and while doing so, I examined my arm.
There were no large puncture wounds, just two small dots that were healing rapidly.
They might not even be visible by morning.
“Vesper,” Oryx whined from the bed. He rolled over and while he only had eye holes, I can tell he’s awake because his skull follows me back to the bed. “Apologies, I did not clean you, your arm—”
“Shh,” I kneeled down in front of him and brushed his hair away. “I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me.
Oryx pulled me into his arms and nuzzled his skull into my neck. “I didn’t take too much?”
I shook my head. “Nope, I’m good.”
Oryx fell asleep before I had the chance to speak with him further. He's uneasy, his body twitched as I attempted to drift off, and I can't shake the feeling that Veylor is the cause. Oryx holds him in high regard, and there's definitely something between them.
He is the creator, and Oryx is the creation.
But does it really go any further than that?
He hasn't bothered to visit Oryx since I've been around, leaving me questioning if there's any connection between them.
Yet, I can't shake off the feeling that there might be something deeper, something I'm missing.
My brows furrow as I feel my tiredness creep in.
I needed to talk to this warlock, preferably without Oryx there. Yet, I’m human and I would need to find out a way to do it without getting killed. I don’t think Oryx would do well without me and if I parted with Oryx, I think it might break my heart, too.