Page 114 of The Vampire's Mercy

Was he talking about my outfit? “Not a great memory for me.”

“Not this.” He waved a finger up and down my body. “Mymemories.”

Ugh. Did we have to waffle about his issues right now? “What about them?”

He didn’t answer.

“Why are you in here?” I asked. “Shouldn’t you be at the feeding room or whatever?”

“I’ll go where I please.”

“Right.” I flexed my fingers. “So, what happens next?”

“You drink of me.” His lips spread into a wolfish grin.

“Don’t remind me.”

His head tilted slightly to the side. “You don’t enjoy how I taste?”

“Obviously I do.” Whoops. “I mean… Oh, fuck off. You know I do because you made me this way.”

He chuckled rather than scold me.

My bloodthirst reacted with a mighty vibration of longing.

His smile dropped, a weird sorrow passing over his face. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes glassed over while he stared into space.

“Silvanus?”

No answer.

“What—”

Elio appeared, unable to hide a recoil of horror from finding the king in here with me. Well, that’s what it looked like to me.

His cheeks bloomed crimson. “Apologies, Majesty. I didn’t know you were here.”

My fellow elf wore a green mesh vest and skin-tight green jeans, fashionable slashes at random places in the denim.

I watched his throat bob, a vein pulsing in his neck.

Silvanus blinked, eyes on me. “Not to worry, Elio. I’ll escort Paris to the feeding room.”

More horror twitched in the elf’s face. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

The king’s gaze performed another once over of me. “See you there.”

Elio bowed and left.

“He thinks I’m a threat,” I said, my eyes pinned to his.

It took everything to not pop the top button of my jeans and egg him on, convince him to pop the others and peel them from my body.

Stop it!

Just stop it!

The hornier I got, the more my anger dripped.