Chapter 29
Vesper
Their voices came in and out of my sleeping state.
That was the only reason why I knew I wasn’t dead.
I felt as weak as water, but then I remembered that even water could move mountains, cut rock and move land. I survived. I don’t know how, but I did.
The final memory I had was the sensation of flesh tearing from my arm. Blood trickled down, streaming into the soil. My body was pulled away from the estate, deeper into the forest, until I eventually lost consciousness from the unnaturally loud clicking sound in my ear.
It was rhythmic, it was so loud my body cut it off and I fell asleep.
I knew I was done for. Oryx didn’t come, there was no way he could hear me from deep within that mansion. I tried to call for him the very first day I worked with Veylor in his lab.
No, all my anger was centered on Lord Veylor. We were not on first name bases anymore and I was more ready to seek my vengeance on the bastard.
I drifted in and out of sleep for who knows how long. I didn’t know if it was day or night but I could hear their voices and they made no attempt to quiet them. At one point I heard Veylor’s velvet voice reading from a book and I felt Oryx’s body laying on top of mine, his head between my breasts.
I felt no pain, none in the slightest. What magik Veylor put on me could have healed me or numbed the pain but it could have all been for show. He was the one that had those vampires come for me, eat me.
They thought I was their food.
When I eventually awoke, still unable to open my eyes or utter a sound, Oryx would press his sturdy nose against my neck. His tail was securely coiled around my ankle, and the rumbling in his chest was the only thing that kept me calm and prevented panic.
"Do you want me to read to you to help you fall asleep?" Veylor's voice interrupted the silence.
I felt Oryx’s head lift from my body and his purr started up again. “Yes, I’d like that.”
If I could tighten my fist against the sheet in anger, I would. Since when did they have a better relationship? I could tell by how much they have improved since Oryx was unwrapping his tail and it wagged against the sheets that he was pleased with this.
But isn’t this what I wanted for the both of them? Oryx wanted a better relationship with his creator and here I am stopping it?
Veylor tried to kill me.
Constantly being trapped in your own thoughts is unhealthy. The mindset that forms when you don't allow yourself to break free is simply not right.
Veylor’s voice was smooth as he began reading, it was in the middle of a novel and I had no idea what he was talking about, but his voice was soothing when he spoke, and I hated him all the more for it.
He was hot.
Like a regular audiobook narrator.
I attempted to tune him out, distract myself with other thoughts, and even pleaded with myself to return to the endless sleep, hoping to wake when they were both asleep or perhaps out of the room. Yet, he continued to drone on and even mimicked the little character sounds for Oryx.
Oryx chuckled and my heart squeezed.
Those two have bonded over my pain, the pain that Lord Veylor caused, and I don’t know how I’m going to live with it. I felt like my heart was going to break because I couldn’t stay in a mansion where a person was going to constantly try to get rid of me.
Oryx sniffed the air and he lifted his heavy body off of me. I felt his hard nose nudge my cheek. “Her eyes leak!” His tongue wiped away my salty tears, and I heard Lord Veylor close the book with a snap and felt his body approach.
“Perhaps she feels pain, or a nightmare. I can add some solution to her IV. It will help her fall into a deeper sleep.”
Oryx whined and more tears fell down my face.
How could this possibly work? It felt impossible, yet a part of me clung to the hope that it might.
I’d be breaking both mine and Oryx’s heart, but he belonged here.
I was caught between wanting to stay and knowing I didn’t belong anywhere.
I couldn't even find the portal to my own world, and yet the thought of leaving tugged at me relentlessly.
I could ask Veylor to take me back so he didn’t kill me, or would it be better to die?
I scoffed internally.
I could do much better things with my life, even with a broken heart.
But why did it hurt so much?
Before long, my consciousness began to drift away. I could hear Oryx's whimpers, feel a cold hand gripping mine, and listen to a sweet, smooth voice that I couldn't accept was meant for me.
"You'll be fine, and I'll reveal my real intentions to you."
I drew in a deep, steady breath, and this time, I managed to pry my eyes open.
The room was shrouded in darkness, yet the soft, muted glow of morning light filtered gently through the window, casting faint shadows across the walls.
I realized I wasn't in Oryx's den; instead, I found myself in a different bedroom.
I was on a grand four-poster bed, its canopy draped elegantly, large enough to comfortably accommodate four people. The bed's elaborate carvings and sumptuous linens lent an air of opulence to the otherwise dim room.
Oryx laid next to me, his arm resting over my waist, his nose nestled against my neck, and his horns positioned on thick pillows to avoid hitting me while he slept.
A smile tugged at my lips as I observed his innocent appearance, and I lifted my hand to gently brush aside the stray strands of hair near his eye sockets.
His heavy breaths were deep, his tongue poked out the side of his mouth. It was the first time I smiled in ages and had forgotten about Veylor until I saw him over Oryx’s shoulder when I sat up.
Veylor was slumped in the grand, ornate chair, a book resting on his lap.
The top buttons of his elegant Victorian-like collar were undone.
He appeared completely unkempt, his clothes wrinkled, and I had never seen him in such disarray.
As I leaned in closer, I noticed the dark circles under his eyes.
For almost attempted murder you would think he would be a little more joyous.
I took a look at my arms to check the damage but there was nothing. Not a scratch, a scar or a drop of blood. Even my clothes were clean, dressed in one of Oryx’s white shirts, at least I hope it was his and not Mr. Fancy pants.
How long had I been out?
I followed the tube that was connected to my arm by a sharp needle, a glass bottle hanging on a metal pole. The substance is green, not clear like saline and I frowned.
Oh gods, I’ve become an experiment. He could be killing me right now.
I pulled the needle out of my arm and threw it away from me like it burned and rubbed my arm. Only a few drops of blood bubbled on my skin and immediately Oryx’ head perked up.
“Vesper,” he rasped, pulling me closer to him. “You are awake.”
Well, damnit, I didn't think that through.
His tongue immediately went to my arm and licked the blood that dripped down my skin. The warmth of his tongue warmed my skin, my legs tightened and after all this time of being sick and weak, sleeping in a bed for days I was wanting his body more than ever.
I shook my head, what was wrong with me.
“I missed you,” Oryx’s hands ran up my thighs and under my oversized shirt.
He cupped my back and held me tight to his body.
“I thought I lost you, thought you were going to leave me. I don’t know where your spirit would go, did not know if Veylor could bring you back.
” Oryx’s words came in quickly and in panic, I grabbed his horn and rubbed the base with my thumb.
He groaned and thrust his hips, pushing between my legs.
“I’m not going anywhere, big guy.”
Because I couldn’t. It would break him as much as it would break me.
And that brought me comfort.
“Listen,” I began, “I need to tell you something. Veylor…”
Oryx groaned because I hadn’t let up on his horns. He was thrusting his hardened cock against me. I gasped quietly, not to wake the other man in the room.
“Sorry!” I pulled my hands back but Oryx gripped them, putting them back.
“I cannot control myself. Your blood, your taste…” he panted. “Your touch, I’m… hungry.”
Realization dawned on me. I don’t know how long I had been out and I’m sure Oryx hasn’t gone out to feed. I pulled up a sleeve. “Here, eat,” I urged him. “I feel much better.”
Oryx shook his head. “No, I won’t do that yet. I want to feed, in another way.” His crotch pushed against me. “My body craves your desire.”
My eyes blinked several times. This was new.
His skull lowered, his horns grazed my sides. Veylor still slept soundly in the chair and I wiggled in Oryx’ tight hold.
“Wait, wait, wait, he’s right there!” I whispered forcefully.
Oryx groaned. “Please, pet, I’m starving.”
My body was void of underwear so it only took one swipe of his tongue between my legs to have me in a state of compliance. His tongue was hot, his horns resting comfortably between my hips, and his hard nose nuzzled my clit.
Damn him.
I always give in, he knows my weaknesses now, especially with how he can read my mind.
“I’ll be quick, I swear it,” he promised. “I just need your pleasure, not my own. Just the taste of your desire on my tongue is all I need.”
My lips parted and my hand reached between his horns. I tugged at his hair and the bed creaked.
Oryx snarled as I felt his tongue part my folds and enter my pussy and I’m forced to hold back a gasp.
I would not let Veylor wake up, I would not let him hear me.
Even if the thought was… really hot.
Oryx paused. “He would like to hear you, even watch.”
My face burned with embarrassment. I tried to push that thought away.
“He would grow hard for you, Vesper. He wants you just as much as I do.”
I shook my head. There wasn’t any way Veylor wanted me.
Oryx chuckled. “He does, he wanted us to fuck you at the same time. How would it feel to completely fill you?”
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head at the thought of that. I’ve read about that in books, but in real life? Wouldn’t that split you open or something? A body can’t really handle that can it?
Oryx inserted his fingers as his tongue swiped over my clit.
“Touch your breasts,” he commanded, the slurp of his tongue licked up my thigh.
Against better judgment and being the horny woman I had become for my monster, my hands trembled as I slowly moved them to my breasts, cupping them gently. I could feel the heat rising in my body, the flush spreading across my skin.
Oryx’s eye holes watched me intently, his growl of approval, his encouragement, as he continued to lavish my thighs with his tongue.
I tried to keep my breathing steady, quiet, but it's difficult with Oryx's fingers moving inside me, his tongue circling my clit.
I let out a soft gasp, my back arching slightly.
I could feel the pleasure building, the tension in my body increasing.
I tugged at my nipples, rolling them between my fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
I groaned, looked to my left and saw Veylor awake, his eyes half lidded, his hands down his pants, holding his dick.
I should care, I should close my legs, push Oryx away and demand that Veylor get out of this damn room.
But I’m too far gone to care, because Veylor’s eyes are a sea of lust, staring at my naked body, not watching Oryx, but me. His eyes glance over my tits, then to my face and our eyes meet. He bites his lower lip and tugs his cock so hard it springs free from the confines of his pants.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
Shit, what god do I curse here again?
Iridescent cum trickled down his cock and with another swipe of Oryx’s tongue I was done for, I came with a cry all while watching Veylor growling out my name.
I panted, Oryx still growling between my thighs, licking, snarling between them. Veylor came shortly after and Oryx jumped off the bed to lick his arousal as well. I gasped, my body too weak to move as I watched Oryx’ tongue slide up and down Veylor’s shaft to not leave a trace behind.
Oryx hummed and Veylor gritted his teeth as he hissed. “Fuck! Oryx, gentle!”
My hand traveled between my legs watching the two. I’ve never seen two males, let alone a monster and a fae, but I think I found a new kink I wanted to explore.
Ugh, why did I have to like it?
My body was thrumming with curiosity but exhaustion was taking over quickly. My fingers fell away and post orgasm clarity was coming in so fast.
I let Veylor watch, and I liked it. I found my attempted murderer attractive, and I wanted him.
I was sick.
My body was becoming weaker and weaker by the second. My eyes burned to stay open.
I sighed. “Oryx?” I leaned my head back on the pillow, unable to put a blanket over my body.
Oryx backed away from Veylor and came to my side. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“It’s okay, I’m just tired…” I couldn’t even lift my hand to cup his face. “It was good, so good.” I couldn’t blame this on Oryx, he didn’t know. He was my good boy.
Oryx nuzzled my face.
“Listen, Veylor…those vampires…” I glanced over at Veylor, his lips parted, regret on his face. “Look in my mind…please…”
Oryx tilted his head at me.
Oryx had to know and if I don’t wake up because of Veylor’s jealousy, it's on him.