Page 19 of Fangs & Freaks
Warrick turns to me, his voice tight. “Ignore him. She’s not someone to take lightly.”
“She was here,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Warrick tenses, his sharp gaze scanning the room as if he expects her to materialize from the shadows. “You saw her?”
“In the mirror,” I reply, swallowing hard. “And the corner. She’s... haunting me.”
“You can’t let her get to you,” he says, his voice low and firm. “That’s how she wins.”
“She already has,” I admit, meeting his eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about her. I feel like... like she’s always there, just out of reach.”
Warrick exhales, his jaw tightening. “That’s exactly what she wants. She’s in your head, Varys. You can’t give her any more power.”
“But it doesn’t feel entirely bad,” I say, the words spilling out before I can think better of them. “When I see her... it’s almost comforting.”
Warrick’s expression hardens, his fangs glinting in the dim light. “Don’t confuse obsession with comfort. She’s playing you.”
I nod, but the truth is, I’m not sure he’s right.
Because when I close my eyes, I can still see her smile, and it feels less like a warning and more like an invitation.
Chapter Nine
Bellonna
I storm through my house,fury brewing within me. How dare they take what’s mine. He called tome, he gave himself tome. It wasn’t their right to take him. Clearly, word of my wrath has fallen in grace over the years if these vampires think they can defy me. Make me look like a fool.
But the error was theirs to make. I’ll not let this go unnoticed. It’s why I placed my mark on the unicorn. So that anyone, including him, would know he’s mine. He belongs to Bloody Mary.
I need to release all this pent-up anger and frustration so that I can devise a plan to remind not only the Crimson Brotherhood, but the world, who I am. And lucky for me, I know just how to do it.
Taking my time, I make my way up the stairs to my room, inhaling the comforting scent of jasmine that fills my home. It reminds me of the flowers that grew in the field behind my former home. The few good things from my old life that I enjoy remembering. My mind drifts, wondering for just a moment if my old homestead still stood what it would be like. Wouldflowers still cover the field? Would the barn I spent so many hours in be usable? Would the roof Papa put on the shed still leak? But with each question, rage builds that my happiness was taken from me, and now my prize, the unicorn.
As I step up to my bedroom door, I stop and count to three, taking a deep breath, then take hold of the handle and open it. I can’t help but smile at what waits before me.
Kneeling gracefully on the floor in front of the bed is my toy, a shadow of the allure that Varys possesses. His head is bowed, shoulders rounded forward, waiting patiently for me, the picture of devotion. Slowly, almost tentatively, he tilts his head upward. The motion reveals his chiseled jawline, accentuating the sharp angles of his face as the light plays across it. His deep-set blue eyes lock onto mine, holding an unspoken surrender, while a faint flush dusts his high cheekbones. Tousled dark hair frames his face, the disarray lending an almost fragile beauty to his striking features. His full lips part slightly as though he might speak, yet he remains silent, waiting, offering.
“How may I service you, my queen?” he whispers, the words rolling across his lips.
Queen.I like that at least someone shows me the respect I’m owed.
“Your tongue sliding through my slit as you finger fuck me is a good way to start.” His tongue snakes out of his mouth, gliding across his bottom lip as he eye fucks me.
He stands from the floor, cutting across the distance between us until he’s standing right before me. Lifting his hand, he traces along the edges of my clothing as if he’s savoring the privilege of getting to unveil me. As he should, having earned the favor of being my favorite toy. He takes hold of the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head before lifting it to his nose and inhaling my scent. It’s weird, but fucking hot as hell.
“Delicious,” his deep husky voice murmurs. If he had a name I’d call him by it, but it’s long since been forgotten since his death over a hundred years ago. He’s nothing more than what one would call a zombie now, just without the rotten flesh and need to eat brains.
His fingers slide along the curve of my shoulders, slipping the straps of my bra down, the tips of his fingers sending shivers cascading through me as they graze my flesh.
Fuck, the way he looks at me with his eyes full of desire and something else, almost like admiration, has my skin covered in goosebumps. He curls his lip into a small smile, one teasing of the orgasm he’s about to give me. His warm breath brushes against my neck as he leans in, peppering kisses along my earlobe.
“I can smell the desire wafting off you, my queen.” His fingers slip under the band of my leggings and he lowers his body, sliding the fabric along with him until they pool at my feet.
His hands slide up and down the length of my legs, electricity coursing through me, fueling my need. I close my eyes, leaning my head back as I let my mind imagine him, Varys, in my toy’s place. Strong, calloused hands cup my ass, squeezing my cheeks as he presses his face into my core, blowing his hot breath on me.
I nearly lose my balance and topple to the floor when he pulls my legs apart, giving him better access to my aching cunt. His hold on me tightens as I feel my body moving through the air. I reach out, grasping hold of his head as he stands and pivots. In just a few steps, I’m thrown backward onto the bed as my toy looks at me with hunger-filled eyes. He never fails in his yearning for me, to please me with all that he has. Too bad I will never see him as more than a means to an orgasm.
“Your smell is enough to die for,” he moans before moving between my legs, his mouth latching onto my clit.
