Page 40 of Blood as Sweet as Roses

Paige

“My king, the city looks incredible from up here,” I whisper, gazing down at the lights far below.

“Your champagne, miss,” says the flight attendant, putting a gold-rimmed flute on the table before me and pouring a glass. She nods at Crimson. “I’ll be right back with your blood, sir.”

I smile at Crimson, who sits opposite me in a comfortable chair, no seatbelt around her waist, of course.

“I didn’t order champagne,” I say, in a playfully accusatory tone.

“I thought we should celebrate your first time flying,” she replies, giving the flight attendance a curt nod as she accepts a glass of distilled blood.

We clink our glasses together, and I take a sip. The champagne is crisp, with a subtle sweetness. “How do you know all of my favourites, sir?”

“Only the best for you,” she replies.

It’s impossible not to grin, and my fingers stray to the bejeweled collar I’m wearing. I remember when she said those words to me in her office, when she first gave it to me. I’d felt so insecure then, so nervous about how she felt about me.

I’m still uncertain about many things, but I’ve become much, much more comfortable the past several weeks.

Crimson and I have been spending most nights together, and I’ve taken to wearing my collar regularly, even when we’re out.

The other vampires and staff, both magical and non-magical, know that I’m Crimson’s favourite, but I like having something that demonstrates that I’m her’s.

“Our estimated arrival time is an hour and forty-five minutes, with the headwind,” the flight attendant says. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

Crimson looks at me.

“I’m fine, thank you,” I reply.

“We’ll call for you if we need you,” Crimson says, suggesting we should be alone. A little tingle of excitement flutters in my stomach.

“Of course, the call button is just by your seat,” the attendant tells us. “I’ll be up at the front of the plane.”

She swiftly disappears, leaving us alone on Crimson’s private jet.

I’ve never been on an airplane before, so I don’t have anything to compare it to, but this plane is amazing.

The chairs are soft, cream-coloured leather, more like armchairs than something you’d expect on an airplane.

There’s a wide table between Crimson and I, and large, oval windows with a view of Midnight City shimmering below.

“This is stunning, my king,” I tell Crimson, unable to take my eyes from the sight. “Thank you so much for bringing me.”

“We should travel more often,” she answers, leaning back comfortably in her seat and crossing her ankle casually over her other knee. “I’m sorry that the first time we’re using the jet is for business.”

“Oh, but I’m so excited to see Silverlake City!” I reply. “I’ve never been before. Chelsie told me all about it, and about the hotel. She says there’s a beautiful restaurant, and a club, and a whole water park!”

“Yes, Celine and the other northern vampires have built quite an empire there,” Crimson says, a thoughtful expression in her eyes.

“But you like Celine and those vampires, right?” I ask her. I’ve been trying to keep track of all of the vampire politics, or at least as much as Crimson will share with me.

“It’s complicated,” she replies, running a finger along the rim of her glass. “Our Creators were allies, and they were staked in the same conflict. I have no reason to be distrustful of them, but it was Celine who ended her own Creator, and her sister, Renata, who ended mine.”

My brow furrows. “Isn’t that bad, then? Who’s to say they wouldn’t want to hurt you?”

Even though we’re alone, Crimson drops her voice.

I lean forward in my seat to catch everything she says.

“Renata did me a favour. I’ve been waiting many decades for someone to stake Xavian, so I could take his spot.

If I had done it myself, it would have significantly complicated things.

And I don’t suspect that Renata staked Xavian in order to grab power in Midnight City. ”

“Why not?” I ask.

A smirk flickers at the corner of her lips. “Renata…has her hands full at the hotel. I don’t think she’s interested in becoming the leader of the Night clan. You’ll understand when you meet her.”

I take a generous sip of my champagne, the liquid mingling with the excitement and the nerves in my stomach.

When I started working for the vampires, I never could have imagined I would be traveling to visit another vampire clan in Silverlake City.

And accompanying the King of the Night clan.

I hope I don’t mess anything up. Even though it’s been several months now, I still feel new to this world, and there’s so much I don’t know yet.

Crimson leans forward in her seat. “Paige,” she says, her lips dancing over my name in a way that makes my heart flip. “You don’t have anything to worry about. You’ll be accompanying me and I’ll ensure that you’re safe and well cared for when we’re in Silverlake City.”

Her words immediately assuage all my concerns. “Thank you, sir. I trust you, and I know you’ll keep me safe.” My fingers absentmindedly wander to the collar around my neck, caressing the smooth, peaked tips of its diamonds.

Crimson’s eyes flicker to my neck. “I look forward to showing you everything the hotel has to offer.”

“I can’t wait,” I reply breathlessly. It’s impossible to imagine everything waiting for me…but my body reacts, my nipples tightening under my thin, silk dress, goosebumps erupting across my skin.

“Perhaps we don’t need to wait,” Crimson says with a raised eyebrow. In one gulp, she finishes off her blood and sets the glass on the table between us. In a quick motion, she rises and stands before me. “Care to join me at the back of the jet?”

I put my glass down beside her’s. “Of course, my king.”

Her hands move so quickly I can’t see them, but I hear the sound of my seatbelt being unclipped.

Then, she lifts me up from my seat carefully.

I shout happily as she takes me in her arms. It always takes me by surprise, but I hope I never get used to it.

I put my hands around her neck, pulling myself closer to her as she carries me to the back of the jet.

Behind a thick curtain is a dim, cozy area, which is taken up largely by a wide bed that’s low to the ground.

Crimson sets me down on it gently. Maybe it’s silly to think this way, but I always feel so precious when she does this.

She’s so careful with me, and I can tell she’s going slowly so she doesn’t spook me.

She leans over me, her hair falling into her grey eyes.

“I brought something I think you might like,” she tells me. “I was going to save it for the hotel, but seeing you in that dress…” her eyes wander tantalizingly over my body, bringing a cool flush to my skin. “I can’t wait a second longer.”

I quiver, wondering what she could mean. “Can I see it?”

In a split second, her pants and briefs are on the ground, and she’s fastening something to her hips. My eyes widen as I take her in. She’s wearing a sleek, black leather harness, its straps flush against her skin. Fitted inside is a midnight-blue dildo, curving out from her center.

Immediately, there’s a flood of wetness at my core, and I feel almost dizzy.

“Do you like it?” she asks, with a cocky tilt of her head.

“Y-yes, I do,” I whisper, gazing at her hungrily. But despite the desire overwhelming all of my senses, I feel a little nervous. My fingers come up to graze my lips. “I’ve…I’ve never done something like that before…”

“Would you like to try? We can start slowly.”

I nod enthusiastically, lowering myself down onto the bed.

She joins me, crouching over me. Her mouth finds mine, her cool lips kissing me assertively, her tongue dancing in circles.

I find myself easing into her at the same time as a wave of anticipatory excitement builds inside me.

My kiss becomes more insistent, more impatient as I imagine what it will feel like for her to be inside me like that, for her to fuck me like that…

When I feel her hands caress my thighs, I can’t stop myself from pressing against her tightly, desperate for what will come next.

She laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates against my lips. “Are you hungry for me, sweet one?”

“Yes, sir,” I reply, glad that I didn’t wear any panties for our plane ride.

Her hand slides up to my dripping, ready pussy, and she releases a delicious moan. “You’re so wet…”

“For you, my king,” I answer dutifully.

She works me deftly, the tips of her fingers teasing my opening, then pressing inside. She spreads me open, stretching me gently until I moan. Until I can’t bear to wait another second.

“I’m ready, sir,” I gasp. “Please…”

“Be a good girl,” she growls. “Tell me what you want.”

My cheeks flush, a pleasant tingle inside of me as I say the words. “I want you to fuck me…I want you inside me…ah…”

I inhale sharply as she guides the tip inside me, its smooth head stretching me pleasurably.

She oscillates her hips, pushing it in and out rhythmically, slowly.

The sight of her moving this way is incredibly sexy, and again, I’m overwhelmed by the force of her presence, by her calm, powerful dominance.

But she’s moving too slowly, treating me a little too gently…

And I buck my hips up sharply, taking her further inside me. The pressure is exquisite. I give her a playful smile, reaching up to brace myself against her shoulders.

Her lips curl into a devious smirk, and she replies in kind, her hips pushing the dildo into me smoothly, filling me up. My pussy tightens over the sensation, and I moan with satisfaction.

“What did I say?” Crimson asks, lowering herself down closer to me. I fold my arms around her shoulders, holding her like a lift raft.

“I want it deeper, sir,” I answer, feeling as though I’m coming undone. “I want it…ah…harder…”

“Good girl,” she purrs, her eyes flashing red. She moves her hips, penetrating me deeper, then swinging back out again. I shout at the intense sensation, that delicious discomfort of being stretched, of taking her inside of me. I need it…I need her…

I arch my back, moving with her, working her deeper inside of me with every thrust. I can see the muscles along her arms tensing, her fangs start to drop, their sharp edges glinting in the dim light…

My fingers dig into her as she pounds against me, as I lose myself in the heat of the moment.

She bends down, her lips by my ear.

“Scream for me,” she demands, her voice as deep as the night that stretches out around us.

And I unleash a primal, guttural scream, piercing through the still air of the cabin.

Something unlocks inside of me, and I let go…

allowing my mind to empty, allowing myself to surrender completely to the moment, to the feeling of being filled, to the delicious pounding of that sweet button of pleasure deep inside me…

Stars fill my eyes, and I’m lost, drifting through the sky.