Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
We rematerialized in my chambers, and I was shaking so badly that I nearly dropped the entire folder of parchment.
Before I could say anything, Kole took the folder from me and set it on the table near my bed, and then he was in my space, commanding all of my attention.
“Is there something you’re needing, Princess?” The usual husky and teasing tone he had when we started our game was missing. Instead, his tone was entirely furious.
I ran another shaky hand through my hair and squeezed my eyes tightly shut. My jaw ached in the worst way, and I kept picturing both Nathaniel and Kole naked with me as I fucked them and drank their sweet blood.
I covered my face with my hands and backed away from him. Gods, I’m a monster. How can I possibly fathom wanting that with another male when Kole’s my mate?
Before I could finish that thought, Kole was in my space again and pulling my hands from my face. “Prim? Let me pleasure you. I can see that you need it.”
Shame washed through me again that he’d detected my arousal so easily at Nathaniel’s, especially after what I’d promised him.
I opened my mouth but then closed it. I wanted to apologize. Wanted to tell him that if I were normal, I never would have reacted to the lordling like that. But I couldn’t.
It didn’t help that Kole’s aura was rising too, rage fully consuming it. He knew I’d been attracted to the lordling, yet he was trying to hide it. But his energy was too strong, and his eyes were flashing.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
His expression didn’t change. His mask had fallen into place. “I’m not going to talk about what just happened,” he finally said, and a muscle jumped in his jaw. “And I sure as fuck am not going to imagine what you might have done with him if I hadn’t been there.”
Agony ripped my heart in two at the burning fury coming from the warrior. He didn’t understand that I was entirely out of control in this new body. That these urges weren’t actually mine and instead had been forced upon me.
“I’m sorry,” I said again. It was all I could say since I couldn’t explain anything further, not unless I immediately wanted to wipe his mind clean following that.
Kole’s nostrils flared, and a fierce growl ripped from his throat. In my next breath, Kole lifted me to the bed and was heaving up my dress.
My core throbbed from his rough movements, and my fangs wanted to elongate. Images of drinking from Kole flooded me, but I shoved it down and instead focused on the furious warrior slipping his hand between my thighs.
His touch trailed up my bare leg, his fingers hot and aggressive, and when he reached my core, he cupped it. A moan escaped me. I couldn’t help it. I was burning for him.
“You feel this, Princess?” he said roughly.
He slipped a thick finger inside me, so easily.
Already, I was entirely wet for him, for Nathaniel, for any male who would fuck me.
“This is mine. Do you understand that?” He began to pump his finger inside me, and it felt as if my entire dead body came alive.
Moaning, I grinded against his hand, and my fingers turned into claws, squeezing the sheets tightly. “Oh Gods. Don’t stop, Kole.”
But he slipped his finger out and let his sword fall from his shoulders. The huge weapon fell with a thunk, and then he was climbing over me, ripping my clothes off as he went.
Fury strummed in his aura, ratcheting up higher, and a sick part of me was thrilled by it.
I flung my telekinetic magic about, closing the curtains and locking the door.
Fully naked, anticipation built in me for what was to come. My senses zeroed in on Kole’s heartbeat and whooshing blood, and the thought of him fucking me while I drank from his neck . . .
I tore at his tunic and leggings, freeing him completely until his cock was exposed and my hand was wrapping around him. Frenzied, I was absolutely frenzied, and I needed him.
Kole hissed, and a fierce glow lit his eyes. “You’re mine, Prim. Mine. And I don’t share.”
He angled himself to kneel in my face, then brought his cock to my mouth. I eagerly licked him and sucked him, moaning around his thick length, but it took all of my self-control not to lengthen my fangs, and his cock in my mouth only made my need strum higher.
Fuck him.
Drink from him.
Suck his blood.
I swallowed his length more, taking him in earnest, but he abruptly pulled out and moved down my body.
I mewled in protest, but he ignored me, and his throbbing cock bobbed against my skin until he lay down on top of me.
Eyes blazing, he pinned my hands over my head and brought his mouth to my ear. “I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you, Princess. Everything inside me is demanding that I claim you.”
I arched into him, wanting him inside me so poignantly that I was ready to shred his back with my fingernails if he didn’t comply. “Yes, fuck me.”
He placed a knee between my legs, and I eagerly opened for him. Still holding my wrists so tightly I knew they’d bruise, he settled himself between my thighs, right where I wanted him.
The head of his cock brushed my entrance, and I arched more, trying to get him to slip inside me.
“Now, Kole. Fuck me now,” I snarled. The vampire needs inside me roiled and grew, gaining power and turning me into a monstrous beast.
Furious energy continued to strum off Kole, and his cock prodded my entrance again until his head slipped inside.
He hissed, and his jaw tightened. Even more anger entered his aura. “So wet, Princess. But are you wet for me? Or for him too?”
With a savage thrust, he buried his cock inside me, and I moaned in pleasure at the sweet feel of him filling me. So long. I’d been waiting so long to feel him like this.
But his aggression was anything but a sacred claiming between mates. The energy around Kole raged and grew fiercer with every thrust he made. He worked up a steady rhythm until he pounded into me, unrelenting, and I was vaguely aware that it was our first time, and love had nothing to do with it.
The warrior was punishing me.
Fury controlled every one of his thrusts, and the gentleness he usually had with me was entirely gone.
But while a part of me was aware of that, and it caused my soul to break, my vampiric nature was reveling in it. It wouldn’t let me stop him. It wouldn’t allow me to explain.
I wanted sex. Rough sex, and I wanted blood.
But just as my eyes began to dilate and my vampiric magic rose, a kernel of my old self, the true Primelle Hollaran, sparked.
I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my fangs to stay hidden. It was bad enough how I’d reacted to Nathaniel. I wouldn’t compel Kole as well so I could drink his blood.
Instead, I focused on Kole and his pounding cock, and I took every inch of it until the waves were building, and he was pushing me toward a mountainous peak.
We came together only a minute later. A mind-blowing orgasm ripped me in two, and I screamed my pleasure for all to hear.
Kole slammed his mouth to mine as his seed pumped into me, swallowing my scream as he did so, and then thrust into me a final time as he emptied himself completely.
But his claiming magic never came.
The threads that would tie us together as mates were never woven.
I’d been too caught up in controlling my vampire urges and had kept my magic down so much that it couldn’t have reared, and with a start, I realized Kole had done the same.
My eyes widened, and my stomach tightened just as Kole slipped out.
Not looking at me, he pushed away until he was standing at my bedside and roughly slipping back into his clothes. Following that, he reharnessed his sword until he was the portrait of a dutiful warrior.
But shame filled his aura, horrific shame. “Gods, I just—” He ran a hand down his face, not looking at me.
I was vaguely aware that I was still naked, and Kole had likely felt how cold my entire body was while we fucked. But he didn’t comment, and that awful feeling in my stomach spread as it hit me.
He’d kept his magic in check so as not to fully enact our bond.
He’d chosen not to complete it.
“Kole?” I said, my voice trembling.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped. “I’m so fucking sorry.” Anger, hurt, and betrayal filled his aura.
But even though he’d been rough with me, even though he’d taken me out of anger and not love, I’d wanted it. I was as much to blame for what had just happened between us as he was.
My dry throat bobbed in a swallow, and I wanted to stab myself that I’d caused our bond to become this, this ugly thing between us.
I hated that I’d hurt him so deeply by feeling attracted to Nathaniel and wanting to bed the lordling, even if it was a feeling I couldn’t control. And I hated that Kole had acted on his baser instincts and roughly fucked me in response.
“I’m sorry too.” I crawled across the bed toward him, still naked, and even though he finally looked at me, his eyes glowing while his nostrils flared as he drank me in, his jaw clenched even harder.
He abruptly turned away, and it felt as if everything inside me came crashing down.
“I can’t, Prim. What I just did—” He shook his head. “I can’t. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said tersely.
“Kole, wait!” But even though I lunged forward and tried to reach him, he disappeared in a blast of mistphasing magic.
There was no way I could sleep. Everything was falling apart.
It was near eleven at night, and I stood at the window. Nathaniel’s folder sat on my bedside table. I knew I needed to read it, but I couldn’t. My heart was breaking, so much so that I couldn’t concentrate.
But even though my soul had been sliced in two following Kole’s departure, it didn’t stop my uncle’s command from taking hold of me. It didn’t stop my soul from being minced into tiny pieces.
Only an hour after Kole had left, I’d found my father, gotten him alone, and then raped his mind. He now was firmly aligned with Lordling Torleaf’s delusional beliefs that creating mining tunnels with Stonewild was a good idea and would be financially prosperous for our kingdom.