Call Of The Dark

Emma was so angered after what he did to her that she stormed in the bathroom. She took off the panties she was wearing and walked to him with it in her hand. When she reached a few paces near him, she spun the panties on her little finger as she watched his red eyes that were staring at her intensely with a smirk.

"When you and Maeve talk about this encounter and laugh, don't forget to tell her how you squeezed my breasts and hips as you made me move over your cock and roared. And oh! Don't forget to show her the panties I was wearing!" She threw the panties on his head. "It contains several juices—mostly yours!" Saying that she strode of the bathroom just as fiercely as she came in.

Lazarus was stunned. With the panties still on his head, he watched her going back and couldn't help thinking about her naked bottom beneath the shirt.

A rumble vibrated his chest. Didn't she think twice that she would court his wrath by this behavior?

But as much as he wanted to get angry, his lips curved up in a smile. She was feisty. He took the panties from his head and inhaled them. Moments later those panties were wrapped around his cock as he chased yet another release.

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Emma was so emotionally irritated that she went to her room to take a bath. She called Ginger to bring hot water for her.

"Why are you taking a bath in the middle of the night, m'lady?" Ginger asked, bewildered. "You smell like you climbed a mountain. You are sweating heavily!"

Emma did climb a mountain. She sighed. "You can go, Ginger," she said. "I want to take the bath alone. I exercised a little."

Ginger gave her a wary look, but left without questioning her. She wondered if she should talk to Lazarus about Emma. The girl was showing signs of going astray.

Emma took a long and a nice bath and then came out dressed in a silk midnight blue robe. The shirt that she was wearing was lying discarded in the bathroom. She couldn't help thinking about what happened with her and Lazarus. She had never felt like this for anyone. What she discovered about her feminineness, it was so beautiful and it was all because of Lazarus. "No!" she said aloud. That vampire was pathetic. She walked to her bed and sat down with her head in her hand.

Just as she was about to slip in her bed under the quilt, a sudden motion disturbed her. He had traced right next to her and was now lying down beside her. "What are you doing here?" she asked with irritation laced in her voice. She couldn't help notice that he was again only wearing pajamas and no shirt. Why was he so handsome? Why was it that she was getting entranced in his vicinity? Like he was the center of earth and everything gravitated towards him. Especially her life. "What do you want?" she said with a pout as she covered herself till her chest. "Maybe, you should call Maeve for your next session!"

"The night is young and just like any vampire, it is equivalent to a human's day of human. I can't sleep. Since you are in my palace, you have to sleep like the vampire do. Sleep in the day and stay awake in the night," he said as he crossed his arms beneath his head and cradled it.

She took a deep breath trying to take in his arrogance. Why couldn't he leave her alone? "We humans sleep during the day too!" she snapped. "What is it that you want?"

"I don't care," he said, closing his eyes. "But you can't sleep. Talk to me."

She narrowed her eyes. "You know what, I do have things to tell you."

"Good," he replied with a smirk. "Go ahead." He relaxed on the pillow, feeling sleepy, hearing her heartbeat.

"Your brother Magnus, and your friend Yul—," she said.ραпdα `nᴏνɐ| сom

"What about them?" he snapped open his eyes as anger slammed in his chest.

"They are really… handsome inside and out."

"What the fuck!" he roared. His fists clenched on his sides, he stared at her. "Do you want me to kill them?"

"Why?" she asked, completely calm.

"The only person who should be handsome for you is me!"

That was the case. He was stunning. Too beautiful. "I didn't say you aren't handsome, but you are ugly on the inside. They aren't."

"How do you know?"

"I have interacted with them and in that short interaction, I have found that they are so… considerate."

He grabbed her, lifted her in his lap and traced her to his room. She felt dizzy and she clutched his chest hard to stop the room from spinning around him. "You will sleep here!" he grated and pushed her out of his lap.

Emma shook her head as she covered herself with his quilt and settled. "But I do have questions to ask you," she said as she turned towards him. He was still glaring at her.

"Ask."

"Why is it that your relationship with Maeve is so restricted? Clearly from what I have heard, you are saving yourself for your bride. If she will become your bride, them whatever body she is in, she should be pleasuring you. But the way you were with me, it seems like she hasn't done anything with you."

"Shut up!" he growled. "Maeve has higher plans. She is a goddess and you wouldn't know a damn thing about her. And you better respect her!"

"Respect Maeve?" she scoffed. "Hah! You respect those who deserve it."

"Count yourself lucky that I am keeping you alive till the ritual," he hissed.

ƥαṇdα-ηθνε|·ƈθm "What if I jump to my death?" she countered. "And deprive you and Maeve of the only thing you've been yearning for?" She turned to the other side and closed her eyes.

At that Lazarus became deathly quiet. Blood drained from his face, not because she would be unavailable for the ritual, but for something he couldn't put his finger on.

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