Page 77 of The Vampire's Mercy

“Did you sleep well?” he asked.

The tone of his voice was brash yet soft. I enjoyed its resonance as much as I enjoyed his scent and his face.

Remember who he is…

Medusa slithered off the bed, making her way toward me.

“Do you care?” I countered.

He shrugged. “Nope.”

Admirable honesty making my lips twitch. “And what about you?”

He chortled. “I think I’ve slept too much.” Putting the book down, he stretched his limbs above his head.

“Get up so I can inspect you,” I commanded, using the power of his connection to me to force him to his feet. It pulsed from me to him, a lick of electricity passing across my skin as it touched him.

He grumbled, but got off the bed and stood up straight, his arms by his sides. “Does this please you, Majesty?”

“Such sarcasm,” I said.

He rolled his eyes.

Goodness, the purple suited him so spectacularly. Such fine tailoring for a fine body, the lace shirt particularly exquisite, giving glimpses of his flesh beneath. Flesh I wanted to touch, wondering if it tasted like honey.

My cock stiffened, my eyes feasting on his shining aura.

Remember who he is…

Medusa reached me, hissing another greeting.

I bent to stroke her head, mindful of the firmness between my legs.

“It’s surprisingly comfy,” the elf said. “Considering.” He tugged at the lapels of the jacket.

Medusa headed for the hole beside her rock, leaving us alone.

“Excellent,” I said, turning my back on the elf.

To look at him stoked my lust. It confused my hatred for him, an emotion I should hold onto. Even if he might be the key to restoring my memories, he’d still killed Layla.

Her memory deserved better thanthis.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” he asked.

I quivered, clenching my fists. “Bathing.”

“What?”

“I’m taking a bath.”

“Oh. I don’t have to join you, right?”

Yes. Join me. Be naked. Spread yourself against—“No. Wait here.”

I heard him sit back down. “I need to freshen up a bit. Maybe change after sleeping in these clothes. Feeling a bit icky.”

Take it off now, show me—“The wardrobe will be filled with an outfit for every day of the week, as well as sleeping clothes.” I turned to face him, finding his eyes filled with blue fire. “Did I tell you to sit?” I snapped my fingers, the same pulse forcing him back to his feet.