Page 60 of Absolved In Death

Awhile later, my little Dino-trio met me at their front door, lined up like little ducks in a row. Which was ironic because evolution would eventually turn them into ducks, chickens, and other kinds of birds.

“Did you stick around and bully those naughty men some more? Time to go home, my little beasties,” I said as we reached the end of the hall. Their adorable little chuffs and chirps were so cute.

I opened their door, revealing the lush, eco-accurate habitat I created for them. It had a cave, trees, rocks and all the flora of the time. I even had the ceiling spelled to look like the sky would have during the Cretaceous era, so they’d feel at home.

“You can stay here for now, then Momma will be by to see you after she eats!”

They ran inside, eager to find the goats I usually hid in there for them to hunt. It was the perfect enrichment activity for them. Just because they were becoming domesticated, didn’t mean I wanted them to lose their edge.

Diana made sure to spend time with them daily, so they would get used to her. I hoped they’d be her entourage, like thatdragon lady from the fantasy show I started watching a few days ago. Every badass woman needed an equally dangerous animal sidekick, and velociraptors definitely fit the bill.

In between visits, I looked after them or they roamed Pit 13, causing mayhem and destruction wherever they went. I put body cams on their collars to catch all the ensuing drama. Apparently, Tank regularly terrorized some of the bear shifters, and Claw visited the kitchens often because one of the cooks regularly fed him.

I double-checked their door was locked, then faded back to my apartment to change into a suit. The Buffoon Brigade decided to test me today, sullying my military uniform in the process. The joke was on them though, because the dinos ensured I had the last laugh.

They were chomping at the bit to make fools out of themselves.

Karma sure took a bite out of them.

The Dino-Trio wanted to take a bite out of life, theirs specifically, but they only got a taste.

After today, maybe they’ll learn not to bite the hand that fed them… Assuming they ate the cake I sent.

I could go on making bad bite jokes all days, but bottom line—they should have known better than to fuck with me and make me late.

I picked out a dark grey suit and a crisp white shirt, pairing it with white gold cufflinks. She didn’t like the uniform very much anyway. I opted for no tie and comfortable dress shoes, in case I needed to run.

I wasn’t sure what version of her I’d meet today and wanted to be prepared for every eventuality.

One of the many perks of being Diana’s PA was that I could access any place in Pit 13. After fading to the Medical Facility, I used my magical signature to get through to the MagicalRecovery Unit on the third floor. Her room was a contained, locked chamber at the end of the hall, for safety reasons. Judas’ senior guards kept a post at her door, but they knew who I was—I visited at least once a day.

“Hey Dalen,” I said to the shorter guard.

“Good to see you, Q,” he replied.

“How is she today?” Some days were better than others.

“She’s watching something on TV, seems calm to me.” He picked up his phone and called the line in her room. “Angela, your favorite visitor is here.”

I heard her excited squeal through the line and smiled to myself. Maybe she was calm, or maybe she was feral. Either way, I still wanted to see her because all of her versions were my favorite.

The guards let me in, shutting and locking the door behind me. They didn’t give me the spiel about the red panic button on the wall anymore because they knew I didn’t have to use it if she lost control. Fae Magic was more than enough to restrain a newly created vampire.

She hopped up from the couch, and I barely saw her blurred form before she tackled me to the ground and sniffed my neck. Her body was on top of mine, pinning me to the ground. The tip of her nose grazed the sensitive skin near my ear, and I shuddered. I loved having her so close to me.

“You smell so delicious,” she whined. Her pupils blew wide as she scented me, and I almost lost myself in her big hazel eyes. They were blue, green, and brown all at once. Steady like the earth, deep like the ocean, and full of life like a forest.

I sat up, holding her in my lap. I trailed my fingers through her long, wavy hair. It was just as soft now as it had been before her transformation. “Then take a taste.”

Her warm, smooth tongue ran over my neck, then she pierced my skin with her sharp fangs. As soon as her venomhit, I sighed. It didn’t have much of a toxicating impact on me, but knowing she was being taken care of—that I was the one sustaining her—that did something to me. It made me feel like a fucking Fae King on a big golden throne. She grew frenzied with each pull, already surpassing the amount she drank last night.

“That’s it,” I groaned as a buzzing sensation prickled my skin from head to toe, blazing through my veins like wildfire. “Drink as much as you want.”

She couldn’t kill me, because Fae blood never ran dry. We were truly a people of plenty, in more ways than one. Fae blood was a power shake for vampires, full of magical, fortifying compounds that human and other paranormal beings’ blood didn’t have. It would make her stronger than her kind, speeding up her transitioning process. I was curious if prolonged ingestion of my DNA had any other long term impacts too…one specifically.

I guess only time will tell…but I had a feeling I was right.

The longer she drank, the more she ground her pussy into my lap, right over my thickening cock. Her flannel nightgown was pushed up to her waist, and I felt how soaked her panties were. How tight and hard her nipples felt as they brushed against my chest. I tightened my grip in her hair, willing myself not to rip my pants off, pull her gusset aside, and push inside of her. Fucking her brains out right now wasn’t an option. I refused to take advantage of her when she was in this state.

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