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News of his father had spread, sending shock waves through the Territories. When his mother had been kicked out and abandoned by her so-called mate, King Artemis’s brother claimed the child as his, as a favor to the King. But Damon had grown up knowing who his father was as his mother was bitter and angry about how she'd been treated. Which was fair…although, everyone involved sounded like truly horrible beings.
Damon's uncle became King by default but only ruled for just over a hundred years before Damon took over. Although now the question on everyone's lips was whether Damon's uncle was murdered by him so he could ascend the throne.
"Do not concern yourself with him," Acheron ordered, his mouth pulled tight in anger, as it always did whenever he thought of his former friend. "He does not get to taint our life."
So that was a no. Damon had successfully given everyone the slip. Acheron had confided in me that they suspected him of hiding with the BloodKin, but I wasn't so sure about that. Sure, he worked with Vladimir in the end, but that was more for his gain and to further his revenge plot. I could tell from our brief interaction that he held no respect for the BloodKin. Acheron believed me, but the rest of the Kings did not.
I lifted myself onto my tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on my mate's mouth. He held himself so rigid, his body and mind always on alert. I didn't want to sully our time together either. I was ready for our lives to begin, however long they would be.
But more importantly, I was so ready for Acheron to stop treating me like spun glass.
"Come to bed," I murmured against his mouth. "I missed you so much. Ineedyou."
His erection poked against my stomach, and I shivered with desire as I sensed his control slipping. Oh, yes…he was more than ready to take me.
"Stop treating me like I'm fragile," I chastised, kissing his jaw with loving pecks. "I'm immortal now, remember?"
"Yes, and have been for about five minutes," he gritted out. "You need to be careful."
"Okay, how about I give you a very careful blow job?"
His entire frame shuddered, and his hands snapped tightly on my waist. "Alice…" he warned. It was all the words he could muster, his control slipping in the face of his brazen mate, whose intention was to seduce.
With my eyes locked onto his, I slowly slid down until my knees hit the floor. Acheron's breath sucked in at the same time my hands landed on the waistband of his pants. With deliberate movements, I unbuttoned his jeans and tugged the zip down. Before he could stop me, his pants were around his ankles, and his hard dick strained against the material of his briefs.
He inhaled sharply, and his large hands landed on my head, his fingers threading through my dark strands. "Fuck, Alice…God,yessss,"he pleaded.
I was in no position to tease him further. After all, by prolonging this torture, I was only punishing myself.
I pushed his briefs down, over his huge cock, and rested the band just under his tight balls. I licked my lips as I stared at theglorious sight of his rather large dick. It jutted out at me, its little drop of precum inviting me to take what I needed.
Don't mind if I do…
Chapter 31
Acheron
My control was about to snap. It was hovering along the dark and primal edges, ready to leap off at the slightest touch of Alice's soft hand.
It was a struggle to treat Alice like the fragile human I knew her to be—what shehadbeen. In my rational mind, I knew she was strong. I knew she was immortal. I'd seen her smash her way through walls and doors and jump up with a smile on her face and nary a bruise. I'd observed in amusement as she constantly checked her new teeth in the mirror, her tongue running over them in excited wonder. I'd watched with barely controlled lust and pride as she greedily sucked down my transferred blood.
I knew what she wanted. What sheneeded. She wanted to experience everything about my world—a world that was embracing her into its own.
Alice wanted to fuck me with a violence that matched mine. She wanted to sink her new teeth into me and suck my blood straight from the source. Iknewthat was what she needed. Shewas easy to read, her emotions and thoughts laid bare for me to pillage through.
And I wanted it all too. So badly that I drove myself mad just thinking about it.
But a part of me—the part that loved her to distraction—was scared. I was terrified of hurting her, of losing her. Because in my darkest moments, when I was at my weakest, I rememberedeverything.
I recalled what it felt like to carry her in my arms as she bled out. I could still smell the sickly scent of death, her sweet aroma overpowered by her life force draining out of her. Her skin had been cold, her body so still.
And then her heart.
I could still feel myself digging through her chest, staring at her heart. The way her blood soured in my mouth as I bit the still organ. The despair and anger I felt that I had made everything a hundred times worse, that I should have let her body rest in peace instead of mutilating it.
That part of me held back. The guilt and torment of seeing and feeling my mate die.
But now, as I watched my Queen stare at my cock as if it were the Holy Grail, I couldn't conjure up any strength to stop her. I was done denying her and myself. The guilt would always stay with me like an attached entity, but I could not let it define our relationship.
