Page 9 of The Princess’s Pet (Soul Match #1)

9. The Colour Green Doesn’t Look Good On You

I awoke before the Princess, embarrassed to realise that my head and upper body lay on top of her, with the Princess’s arms wrapped tight around me and our legs tangled. I didn’t fall asleep like that. I fell asleep alone in bed and grumpy after the Princess sent me to bed for yawning. I tried to pull away without waking her, but her arms tightened around me.

Sighing, I rested myself against her again and listened to the sound of her breathing and heart beating slow and steady. The Princess was the first person I had shared a bed with, and I found that I quite liked being held firmly. A good thing, because it seemed I didn’t have a choice now.

I heard when her breathing changed from the slow and deep rhythm it had been. Her arms tightened around me, squeezing a little.

“How long have you been awake?” she asked, and her voice was as smooth as ever, unaffected by sleep.

“I’m not sure, Ma’am,” I responded. “Not long,” I added. Her arms gave me one more squeeze before I found myself being rolled onto my back the Princess lying heavily on top of me. She pushed herself up on her elbows, black hair falling around me, silver eyes flashing mischievously .

Her gaze fell to my lips, and I unconsciously found myself licking my lips. She bent down slowly, her nose grazing mine, and when I tried to close the distance between our mouths, she pulled away laughing.

“Your blush is enticing,” she spoke softly, and I’m sure my face and neck were tinged a deep red. She brought a hand up to curl around my neck, applying no pressure simply holding me. My breath hitched at the action all the same and my hands found her bare waist, her satin shorts lying very low on her hips. She pressed one strong leg between my own in return, causing a soft gasp to fall from my lips, before bringing her lips back achingly close to my own.

“Please,” I whispered, not knowing where the sudden desperate plea had come from.

“Please what, pet?” she asked, her lips barely brushing mine, her hand around my throat, applying the lightest of pressure preventing my movement. Her thigh tensed between my legs and my hips rose at the slight friction. With just a few touches, the Princess had my mind swimming with desire so intense it was entirely foreign to me.

“Please kiss me, Mistress,” I begged, blushing deeply, not quite believing it was me speaking as I heard my own voice.

The Princess didn’t keep me waiting, her lips finding mine, and her tongue forcing its way into my mouth and owning me. I moaned wantonly beneath her, and if I hadn’t lost my mind to her taste and touch, I would have imploded from embarrassment. As it was, I was only concerned with pulling her closer to me.

She pulled back when I began to struggle for air, her hand having tightened considerably around my throat.

“So vocal today,” she teased me, releasing my throat, and allowing me to breathe freely. She pressed her leg against my apex. I moaned low and was rewarded with her hand sliding under my tank top and splaying against my stomach, as she bent back down, kissing me deeply again. Her hand moved up slowly as we kissed, her fingertips brushing the underside of my breasts.

She pulled back, molten silver glowing bright, and her lips descended against my jaw to my ear and then my neck. Her hand pushed higher, cupping my left breast, her thumb swiping over the tight nipple, and her thigh pressing hard against me. My moan was almost a scream as she bit down on the flesh of my neck before sucking hard.

“Mistress!” I cried out. She pinched my nipple cruelly, and in response, I could feel my core clench, and my underwear dampened.

“Pet,” she spoke roughly as she pulled away from my neck. “Pet.” She growled, and I met her eyes glowing so brightly. “I need to stop,” she hissed. “Not enough control,” she ground out as if speaking was difficult. It took me a moment to notice that she had become very still, and her fangs were fully extended.

“O-o-kay,” I managed to speak, my arousal still at its peak and my body buzzing with need. I tried to calm myself, to help her, forcing myself to be still though my body wanted to writhe beneath her and beg for further touch.

She slowly removed her hand from me and beneath my top, before lifting herself from me and off the bed.

“Don’t move.” She growled low when I went to stand up. I stilled instantly.

I stayed where I was as the Princess left the room, remaining on the bed unmoving even when I heard the water from the shower running. I didn’t move until the Princess entered the room in only her towel, hair damp and sticking close to her head.

“Pet,” she called me, her voice smooth and normal.

I turned to her at her voice .

“You should get up, washed, and dress for classes.” I nodded smiling, shyly as I got out of bed wearing only the tank top and panties I slept in.

The Princess had a mug of coffee waiting for me and I tried not to stare as she drank from a bloodbag.

“We’ve missed morning classes,” she said. “Perhaps for the best, I don’t think etiquette lessons do well with you.” She grinned and I blushed, remembering my outburst the previous day.

“Can’t say I’m disappointed,” I mumbled, taking a sip of the hot liquid.

“Etiquette is important, but you are not an ordinary servant, pet. You will not be asked to set places for dinner or ever to serve any other. You are mine. And I don’t care if you eat with your hands,” she said humorously, her eyes sparkling and grin spreading.

“Very funny, Ma’am,” I said behind the rim of my mug, enjoying her teasing.

“It is,” she said happily. “You should not allow the opinion of those below you to offend you,” the Princess said more seriously.

“Below me?” I questioned, confused.

“Certainly, Evaline Cornis, a mere human and house servant, has no standing to my pet,” she explained.

“You know everything that happens with me,” I stated. I did not say who the girl was that I had the confrontation with, and still the Princess knew.

“Your safety is my own,” she said simply. “Now come here. ”

I set my mug and stood to walk to her. When I reached her, she pulled me down onto her lap and I squealed at the sudden action.

“You smell so good, Percy.” She hummed, brushing my hair away to reveal my neck. “I do so enjoy marking you,” she commented before her lips kissed my pulse.

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When we arrived at the main school building, the Princess led us to the café.

“Selene, darling,” Clara stood from a table in the middle of the busy café and walked toward us. I saw that she was sitting with two others and one of those others was Lord Halvorsen.

“Clara, good afternoon,” the Princess greeted, as her friend approached.

“You have an admirer.” Clara giggled, looking over her shoulder. “A handsome Lord, who if rumours are to be believed, is as well-endowed as his beloved beasts,” she continued lewdly in a conspiratorial manner and I had to stop myself from gagging. He probably had a peanut.

“Rumours have proven less than accurate before when it comes to Lord Halvorsen,” the Princess replied.

“You’ve met already?” Clara asked curiously.

“When I easily best him in sword sparring, during Warfare Tactics,” the Princess replied bored.

“He must be the type that likes to find himself on his knees. Your humiliation seems to have spurred him on.” Clara laughed, and we began to walk toward their table.

Lord Halvorsen stood as the Princess approached .

“My Royal Highness, a pleasure to have your company this afternoon. I had expected you in our geopolitics class this morning, though,” he said when the Princess approached and he pulled a chair out for her.

She ignored him while she pulled a chair from another table towards our table, which only sat four, and pointedly looked at it. I sat down and only then did she take the offered chair from Lord Halvorsen.

“Lord Halvorsen,” the Princess greeted curtly.

“A woman who operates on her own schedule and terms is truly a woman to admire,” he said, and I wanted to gag all over again, he was disgusting.

“Do you admire me, Lord Halvorsen?” the Princess asked, smiling.

“You are remarkable, from your heritage to your swordplay, your famed beauty is almost an unnecessary addition. I admire my Princess.” And I saw the Princess smirk as the fool complimented her. The Princess surely wouldn’t be drawn in by obvious flattery?

“Thank you,” was the Princess’s only response before she greeted a young pureblood vampire named Lukas who also sat at the table beside Clara.

I had to ignore the conversation, as if I listened to Lord Halvorsen try to flirt with the Princess any longer, I would throw my chair at him. I wasn’t completely unaware that I was possibly, a little, jealous of the handsome Lord.

He was everything the Princess wanted. A Noble Pureblood, with family heritage, power, and standing capable of keeping up with her own. And I didn’t have any of that. All I had was a soul match, and the Princess had made it clear she wasn’t interested in pursuing a bond with the likes of me .

“My Royal Highness?” a small voice asked, and I looked up surprised to see Ana standing at the end of the table.

The Princess looked at Ana and irritation was clear in her eyes.

“Sorry for interrupting, my Royal Highness, I was wondering if I could speak with your servant?” the redhead stuttered out a little too loud.

“Aren’t you brave?” Lukas mocked, and the Princess held up her hand, silencing the man instantly.

“Why do you wish to speak with my servant?” the Princess asked coldly.

Ana looked like she might puke right there.

“To, uh, apologise, there was a misunderstanding between us,” Ana stuttered out again.

“A misunderstanding” The Princess seemed to muse, turning a steely glare to me. “I suppose I have no use for my servant at this moment,” she said and she waved her hand at me dismissively.

I stood quickly at the wave of her hand, looking at Ana with eyes probably as wide as her own. The interaction was beyond tense.

“Pet, get something to eat while you sit with the other servants,” she instructed without looking at me, before I could walk away.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered quietly, my voice faltering at the feeling that somehow Ana’s interruption had resulted in the Princess being unhappy with me. How did that happen? I wasn’t the one who interrupted.

“Ana, what did you do that for?” I questioned in a whisper as we walked hastily away from the table .

“You weren’t in etiquette class this morning and I couldn’t wait to speak with you any longer. Percy, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what Dylan did. I never would have allowed him to do such a thing had I known. He’s a complete buffoon, who rarely thinks about the consequences of his actions, and as stupid as what he did was, I know he never considered for one moment, never had the intention, even remotely, of getting you in trouble. I understand if you don’t want to speak to him ever again but please don’t shut me out too. If you do, I’ll be left all alone with complete fools. I was so excited when someone normal showed up and I really don’t want to ruin our chance at friendship,” Ana rambled.

I was swayed rather quickly. Anyone willing to brave that table of noble and Royal purebloods and risk their ire just to apologise when technically they had done nothing wrong, was probably a friend worth making.

“Okay, I guess I missed you yesterday,” I replied, and she squealed loudly and happily, wrapping her arms around me.

“Will you sit with me? I’ll tell Dylan to go eat alone by the bins if you like,” she asked, releasing me from her tight hug.

“Let’s wait and see what he has to say for himself before we banish him,” I laughed. Ana’s silly happiness was contagious.

Before we even reached the table where the boys sat, Dylan spotted us approaching and jumped onto the table, creating quite a scene in the process. He knocked a milk carton that Harris was drinking from out of his hands and made a spectacular mess that had other students standing to avoid.

“Sorry buddy, I didn’t mean that, swear,” he apologised to Harris, who shouted an indignant “HEY!”

Dylan stood up, looked directly at me, pointed, and began his loud and public apology .

“Percy Flores, I, Dylan, a lowly servant of Viridis apologise wholeheartedly for being an idiot and putting my stink where it was not wanted.” There was laughter from nearby tables and I could see someone who worked at the café making their way over quickly.

“Please, I beg your forgiveness, and while I cannot promise not to do anything idiotic again, I can promise that I will fully inform you of all dastardly schemes from here on out,” he continued, seemingly gaining more confidence from the attention.

“Young man, you need to get down from the table immediately,” the café worker who had reached Dylan spoke in a raised voice with authority.

“Oh, yeah, sure thing,” he said, smiling easily at the upset worker, who stormed away when Dylan jumped down.

“What is wrong with him?” Ana asked me, covering her face and looking away as Dylan walked toward us.

“I don’t know,” I deadpanned. What was the boy thinking? Why did he think creating such a scene was the best way to say sorry?

“So, what do you say, Percy, can we be friends?” he asked when he reached us. And, annoyingly he seemed so genuine, in his own way, looking at me like a puppy, and I couldn’t kick a puppy.

“We can be friends,” I began and he whooped loudly, smiling wide, all his teeth on show like a little kid on picture day. “But Dylan, please, next time you need to apologise, not so loud and public,” I finished, looking around at all the eyes on us.

“I thought a big apology in front of everyone would let you see how much I mean it,” he said crestfallen.

“Let’s just sit down, please!” Ana hissed from beside me, looking like she wanted to disappear .

“Percy, glad you’re back,” Harris said as I sat down beside him.

“Yeah, I’m sorry for ignoring you yesterday, I was upset,” I said. He shrugged and smiled at me. A waiter came over to take our lunch order and we fell into happy chatter.

“Your mistress is on the move,” Dylan said a short while after we had finished eating, and I turned to see the Princess making her way out of the café. I wondered why she didn’t come to get me.

“Thanks, and bye guys,” I said as I stood and ran to catch up with the Princess.

I caught up with her and was forced to walk behind her as she walked side by side with Lord Halvorsen, talking and laughing about some event he had been to, and people they mutually knew.

The Princess didn’t acknowledge me at all, and I wondered if she didn’t come and get me at the table because she didn’t want me to follow her. And while I wanted to be annoyed at the attention she was giving the noble shifter, I wasn’t, because I was too busy feeling sad at her lack of acknowledgement of me. Was she very unhappy with me because of Ana’s interruption at the table? Was it really that bad for a servant to approach her and her friends? Would she ever talk to me again? Did she want me to go away?

I followed her into a large auditorium, trailing dutifully behind her and Lord Halvorsen. When they sat down, I took the seat next to the Princess, but she still didn’t so much as look at me.

All during the lecture on finance or economics or business or something to do with money; I wasn’t sure, all I knew was it was another very long and boring lecture, the Princess never once looked at me or casually touched me. Surely, I was more interesting than the lecture. But not even a glance, or an accidental look in my direction .

I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to demand she look at me or run away and find somewhere I could cry alone. Why did it hurt so much to be ignored by the Princess in favour of some fancy lord, when she had made it very clear she didn’t want anything from me other than what my body could provide? She had even told me the night before that she wouldn’t have come for me if she didn’t have to. So why, knowing all this, did my throat hold a lump as I held back tears? Why was I so easily upset now?

When the lecture ended and everyone stood, I once again trailed behind the Princess and Lord Halvorsen.

She laughed and touched his arm “I have enjoyed your company this afternoon,” she told him as we descended the stairs at the entrance to the building, and a little terrible part of me thought about pushing him from behind.

When a car arrived for us, I opened the door for her, again to no acknowledgement, and got in the other side. But once in the privacy of the car, the screen between the driver and back seats closed, she turned her liquid silver stare to me, and the knot of anxiety that had been building within me the past couple of hours unravelled.

Her hand reached out, wrapping around my waist and pulling me across the back seats closer to her.

“I can’t wait to get you home,” she whispered in my ear.

“You’re not upset with me, Ma’am?” I asked carefully, liking the feel of how her arm tightened around me.

“Oh, I’m upset, little pet,” she answered with a laugh. “But I won’t be soon.” And I found myself swallowing at her promise.

When we were home and the heavy door shut behind us, she turned on me. Her hand fisted in my hair, drawing my face up to hers, and she nipped at my jaw before descending to my neck .

“I should drain you now and be done with this inconvenience,” she hissed against my neck. “But you smell too good,” she added, and my heart was hammering against my chest.

Releasing my hair, she shrugged out of her blazer and untied her tie, before throwing it to the ground. Her long fingers moved to her shirt buttons.

“Don’t look away,” she commanded when I began to turn my head. “Watch,” she clarified as she slowly undid the buttons, and shrugged out of the shirt too.

The Princess stood in only a lacy black bra and her trousers. My mouth was dry as my eyes raked over her torso. Smooth skin and a hint of muscle under the flesh.

“Now your turn,” the Princess said, and threw herself carelessly down on the couch, legs provocatively apart as she watched me. “I’m not the patient type, pet,” she continued when I didn’t move.

I felt self-conscious as I pulled off my blazer and struggled with my tie. The Princess had undressed in a way that left me practically breathless, and I couldn’t even take off a tie without almost choking myself. But her steely eyes never left me as I followed her command, and they held no mirth.

When I had finally undone the last button on my shirt, my fingers refusing to cooperate the entire time, I met her gaze as I pulled the shirt from my arms and dropped it at my feet. Her eyes flashed, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“Everything apart from your underwear,” she commanded.

I tried to swallow, my throat feeling tight. My hands shakily found my trousers and unfastened them. I kicked off my shoes and allowed the trousers to drop, stepping out of them.

“Good girl,” she purred, leaning forward. And the praise seemed to heat my whole body .

“Come here and lay across my lap,” she gave another command, and I followed mindlessly, unthinking of the strange position she had me in.

Her arm came down firmly against my lower back, locking me in place. Her other hand rubbed the round cheeks of my ass, and my breath hitched.

“What am I to do with you?” she asked while she grabbed a handful of my flesh, and I let a small moan out. “You were part of quite the scene today. Every time I leave you alone you seem to cause a stir of some sort.” She continued to knead my flesh.

“Sorry, Ma’am,” I apologised, the words leaving my lips in a breathy whisper.

She laughed. “You will be,” she told me seriously. And then the room was filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, before I felt the delayed sting of her strike across my backside. My body jolted forward, and I released a surprised gasp.

It was only then that I realised the position I was in. I had never been spanked before, and apparently, I was too consumed with my arousal to even wonder why the Princess would want me across her lap.

“How was that, pet?” she asked unemotionally, her hand rubbing where she had struck.

“Uh, I wasn’t expecting it.” She laughed.

“How did it feel?” she clarified.

“It stung,” I answered, feeling myself begin to wiggle in her grasp, the realisation that she would likely spank me again dawning on me far too slowly .

“Good. I want you to count with me,” she said, immediately followed by a much harder slap that stung at least ten times as worse as the first. I cried out in pain.

“One,” the Princess stated, and after a moment to recover I repeated

“One,” in a quieter voice.

“Two,” she said after another hard slap that rippled through my entire body.

“Two,” I repeated when I caught my breath.

I tried to pull away, anticipating the next strike, but the Princess simply applied more pressure to my back.

“Three,” she stated, and it took me longer to respond, tears having sprung to my eyes.

“Three,” I cried. “Please no more,” I begged, but she didn’t answer me.

I brought my hands up to protect my cheeks, and the Princess growled, taking my wrists in her hands and holding them at the base of my back before continuing.

“Four,” she stated after another spank, and I hissed through the pain.

“Four,” I replied.

She slapped directly across my sit spot, and it was the most painful spank yet. I cried out,“Five,” loudly before the Princess called the number.

Her hand ran over where she had struck me, firmly but soothingly, massaging the flesh. I cried quietly across her lap, feeling small and vulnerable, and all the upset of the day seemed to be in those tears. It was horrible, ugly crying, but it felt releasing at the same time.

“Shh, shh,” she hushed me as she continued to knead my flesh. Her hand released my wrists, and I began to rub my eyes with the heel of my palms.

She helped me stand up before she sat me back down in her lap, and I hissed at the pressure on my tender rump .

Her hands swept my hair out of my face, and her fingers wiped tears from my cheeks. She pulled my head down to her collar and held me there, her hands running up and down my back and arm.

“It’s okay, pet,” she cooed into the top of my head, her lips pressing against me.

“You didn’t speak to me, and I don’t know why,” I sobbed out between hiccups and tears.

“I know, it’s okay,” she spoke softly, holding me tighter to her. “The way of things here is new and you don’t understand it fully yet. You’re mine, Percy. My nature is possessive and protective of you, more so than I’ve ever experienced before. Your blood sings, the most attractive source I’ve ever come across, and I must ensure your safety for my own. It’s a dangerous combination of instinct. I pride myself on my self-control, but with you, it is lacking. I didn’t like that your little friend took you from me today. I also didn’t like the way your attention was on Lord Halvorsen.” Her voice sounded strained when she mentioned the noble shifter.

“I don’t like him,” I huffed out, my tears beginning to dry, and I felt better than I had all day. It seemed I needed to let out my upset.

“You don’t?” the Princess questioned.

“I hate him and want him to die,” I answered before my mind could catch up with my words, and my hand rose instantly to clamp over my mouth and stop myself from speaking more. The Princess laughed loudly, her shoulders shaking against me.

“I can’t say I’m overly fond of him either. I thought you would like him because he’s a beast shifter,” she asked .

I removed my hand from my mouth, the Princess’s laughter calming my worry at my uncontrolled words. “I don’t like or dislike him, or anyone based on what they are,” I explained.

“And why don’t you like him?” she questioned, her lips pressing against my head.

I shrugged, not wanting to answer. I didn’t want the Princess to know just how irrationally jealous I was of him. She hummed, but didn’t press me for an answer.

She held me for a while longer, hands stroking my arms, legs, and back. She pressed light kisses to my head. It was the best feeling. I felt sleepy, but she wouldn’t let me nap in her lap, demanding I got up and dressed while she ordered dinner.