Chapter 14
Odessa’s POV
I had been in complete shock ever since Devareaux made such a public display, not only of an apology but of his commitment to me, this evening at the gala.
So much so, I had completely blanked out the rest of the event.
One thing I had noticed however, were the looks in Dreya’s and Estella’s eyes afterwards.
They both looked as shell-shocked as I had felt.
On the ride home from the event, my body had been humming.
Although I had been overwhelmed with the public announcement, I knew it had made it’s own statement in more ways than one.
He had announced me as low blood born, as his partner and equal, and the ultimate admission of being his blood soul.
That was just not done. He had called me his blood soul.
Even my mother and father never discussed that title.
I had asked him if he meant it, in public, and he had confirmed he had.
And I could tell he really believed it. I was his blood soul.
When we returned to the estate, I felt like my body was floating. Devareaux kept his hand on me the entire time, whether by holding my hand or his hand at my back.
Devareaux guided me in through the entrance, but stopped partway in, turning me towards him.
“I know it has been a long night, so I will leave you to return to…..the room.”
Not your room. The room.
I felt myself come back to the present, and focused on him.
“Do you not need to take the blood tonight?”
He had a sheepish look on his face, endearing me to him more. “I have put enough on you tonight, my love, so we can do it tomorrow.”
I shook my head. “That will not be necessary.”
He looked surprised. I was too.
I hesitated, then pushed forward. “I will meet you in your room in 30 minutes, if that is okay?”
After this night, I wanted to be intimate with him. I almost needed it. He gave me a gift I had never expected.
He looked shocked, but recovered quickly. “Yes, yes, that would be just fine.”
I nodded. “Let me change and I will meet you in there.”
He nodded at me with a soft smile.
I returned to the guest room, and looked around the room. For the first time since coming here, I knew I no longer belonged in here. Maybe it was time to return to the room with Devareaux. We could discuss it later.
After being lost in thought, I shook myself out of it and changed into one of my silky nightgowns. Maybe he would get the hint. I hoped he would. I suddenly felt shy, like this was my first time being with a man.
Once I was ready, I could feel myself shaking.
Was this the right move? Did I forgive him too easily?
I shook that thought off. It didn’t matter.
He had been trying to make us work since I first left him.
And now he had publicly shown me, and our world, that he was all in. We deserved a second chance. Didn’t we?
When I reached the door to the master bedroom, I hesitated. I shook it off again, trying to get out of my own head. One step at a time, right?
I knocked. I had barely started to move my hand away when the door flew open. I caught my breath. There stood Devareaux, no shirt and sweatpants hanging low. I could feel my mouth water. Good thing I wanted to be intimate, otherwise that would have been a shameless move on his part.
During the takings, I had been wearing frumpy sleepwear, and we did it in the guest room with the rule he would leave immediately after the taking.
We had not been intimate since before I left back to the flat.
That was about four to five months ago. Had he been with anyone since then?
I hoped not. I didn’t know if I could handle it.
His eyes grew darker quickly and I could tell he was feeling the same way I was.
He faltered as he looked me up and down. He shook his head, then stepped back.
“You never have to knock on this door, Odessa. This will always be your room.”
That settled something inside of me. Soon. Soon I could come back.
I walked in, feeling nervous, probably as nervous as I felt at the first taking.
As I went to lay on the bed, I looked at Devareaux, who stood there, fist clenching, staring at me intensely.
“I had heard you telling the doctor when I was in the recovery facility that you were not taking the full limit of the blood.” He flinched and looked away.
“Have you been since then?”
Without looking at me, he said softly, “Not fully, but more than I was.”
“I want you to take the full blood, Devareaux.”
He looked at me with a pained expression. I held up my hand. “We start new from here. Yes?”
He looked a bit relieved and nodded slightly. “Yes please.”
I smiled at him, then laid down on the bed while continuing to watch him. He moved slowly towards me, his eyes so dark I almost couldn’t see the whites of his eyes. He looked like a predator, and I was his prey. That made me shiver in anticipation.
He climbed up towards me slowly, making my heart race and my pulse throb. I was starting to throb between my legs as well. I wanted him so badly.
He stopped, leaning over me and looked down into my eyes. “Will you stay here tonight?” He paused. “With me?”
I nodded, and breathed out, “Yes.”
He smiled wickedly at me. I felt my body shutter.
He did something different this time. He pushed himself between my legs and leaned in over me.
Usually, he laid next to me and held me.
Him being in this position felt dangerous.
I wanted to ask him to take me, in more ways than one, but I didn’t want to push him into something he didn’t want.
Let him take the blood. Then tomorrow I could ask him.
Could I ask him? Would he want to? I had to take the risk.
He had taken many risks for me. It was my turn.
He leaned in and did something different again. He licked my bite spot. I moaned loudly. What on earth was that? What was he doing?
I felt him push into my body with his, the pressure of his hardness pressing into my throbbing pussy. It had been too long. I moaned again. I couldn’t control myself. He licked me again.
I moaned his name. “Devareaux, what are you doing?”
“Enjoying my wife. It’s been too long since I have been this close to you like this. Too long.” Then he licked me again, making me arch into him.
Then he bit in, making that euphoria feeling start to course through me.
But then he stopped. I could still feel the euphoria feeling thrumming through my body, but I could feel and hear Devareaux, more than I could during previous takings.
I didn’t understand what was going on. Devareaux was looking me in the eyes, hovering close to my face, though my eyes were shuttered.
I could feel his lips on mine making me moan loudly.
His touch intensified the euphoria feeling, making my body shake against his.
“Odessa, my love…..”
“Hmmm…..” That’s all I could manage to squeeze out of me. As I looked into his eyes, I fell in love with him all over again. I hoped he would not hurt me again. I could see the love and want in his eyes.
“Let me love you the way you deserve.”
I didn’t understand what that meant.
“Can I?”
I didn’t know what he wanted to do, but I didn’t have it in me to fight anything.
I moaned out, “Yes.”
He smiled beautifully at me, making me smile back, my eyes still hooded.
He pulled away, making me whimper.
“I’m still here, my love. I am not going anywhere.” His voice sounded quiet and distant.
I felt weak and submissive. He was gone for some time, but when he returned to me, he was completely naked.
He pressed his hard cock in between my legs, making me arch into him and moan.
I could feel how wet I was between my legs, and I knew it when a finger touched me, making me writhe and moan.
I couldn’t control my body if I wanted to.
“You are wet, my love. I need you so badly.”
He leaned in and bit me again, but then released me as I moaned and arched into him.
I felt his hands more than saw them, as I felt his hands sliding up my bare thighs, until I could feel my gown slide up slowly over my skin, tickling me.
I shuddered again as I felt him lift my back off the bed and my gown was gone.
I looked up to see Devareaux looking over my naked body, then he licked his lips.
I moaned again. I had never made so much noise before in my life. This whole experience was erotic.
He leaned back in over me, looking me in the eyes, his eyes hooded now too.
“I need you now, my love.”
Without waiting, he pushed his very hard cock slowly into my pussy. He groaned the entire way in. I couldn’t really move, so I had to lay there, but that didn’t slow Devareaux down one bit. Once fully in, he paused, leaning his forehead against mine, his breathing already ragged.
“I missed this. Especially with you, my love.” He paused. “My darling, blood soul.”
I whimpered. I could feel tears in my eyes. “Please.”
He started to move and the feeling was ten times more intense than regular sex. Now I understood why Mom and Dad thought so highly of this experience. It was another level of bonding, connecting, coming together.
As he was pumping in and out, I could feel my orgasm getting closer. Just when I didn’t think I was going to reach my peak, Devareaux bit down again into my biting spot, making me explode. The longest, loudest moan escaped me as I felt myself being pulled under into utter blissful darkness.
I woke up sometime later, likely near early morning, when I felt Devareaux’s hand on my ass. I could feel the tears start to fill my eyes again, and didn’t realize I was crying until I felt Devareaux shift under me, and pull my chin up to look at him.
He looked concerned. “What is it, Odessa?”
“You….you…..took me….during the taking…..”
“I did. Is that a bad thing?”
I shook my head as he let my chin go, and I leaned into him. “My parents have done it and told me what an important act it is for blood partners.”
He sighed. “When I was younger, I had asked my father what it meant. Being the young impressionable aristocrat that I was, I took what he said as a bad thing.”
“What did he say?”
“That if you were intimate with a partner during the taking, you were basically saying they were not only your equal, but even elevated to you.”
I sucked in a breath.
“My parents obviously never partook in such an act, but I had since wondered if I even wanted a marriage like theirs. After I almost lost you, I was willing to do anything for you. Anything.”
I looked up him, putting my hand to his chest, right where his heart was.
“You did do anything for me. Lots of ‘anythings’ for me, Devareaux.” I snuggled closer into him. “I wanted you to be intimate with me during the taking, but I never knew how to bring it up. But now I know it probably wouldn’t have mattered.”
He grunted, making me look back up at him. “It wouldn’t have mattered at that time.”
He looked at me and nodded. He pulled me back into his chest, a warm place to be right now. I felt like I was finally where I belonged.
“I took care of your lease.”
I stiffened. “Why?”
He sighed. “I should have done it from the beginning. I’m cleaning up all my messes.”
We laid there quietly for awhile. I turned over.
Devareaux held me snuggled tightly to him, my back to his front. "Help me, Odessa. Help me change our world."
And for the first time, I felt like his partner. “Yes, Devareaux. I will.”
And I knew then, I would be Devareaux’s blood soul in every way moving forward.