Page 40 of Indentured Companion
I cradle my precious one in my arms as we step through the decontamination lasers entering the cruiser. Valerie smiles up at me through drooped eyelids as she dozes. I deftly walk through the cruiser and hesitate at a T junction. If I turn left, I can settle Valerie down on her own bed. If I turn right, I could take her to mine. There is so much I want to tell her, but now is not the time. She’s too tired, and with a yawn, I realise I am too. I turn left and carefully open her door with my elbow, as to not jostle her. I slowly lower her to stand in front of her bathroom and don’t release her until I’m sure she’s steady on her feet. The first thing she does is step out of her heels and sigh with relief.
“I think Team Korvis kicked some serious ass tonight.” She declares with another yawn. She pushes open her bathroom door and I follow her with my hands outstretched. As she stands in front of her sink and starts to unpin her hair, I unfasten the back of her dress for her.
“Yes, I believe we did. You were particularly formidable tonight.” Her dress slides down her arms and sides to land like a golden halo around her feet. I push down her arm sleeve, and she unclasps her strapless bra. I spot her hair brush and work it through her long brown hair whilst she brushes her teeth. “Justina and Olphan seem to be yes votes. He wasn’t there tonight, but Pharom is a likely a supporter as well.”
“I’m not holding my breath for a Christmas card from Getrata.” She snorts around her tooth brush, and spits the foam into the sink. I loosely braid her hair for her and appreciate her loveliness. Both from behind, and from my towering height as I look down over her shoulder. Her breasts are full enough to fit in each hand if I slipped them under each of her arms and took their weight in my palms. Her dark pink nipples are soft, and her hips even softer.
“I agree. Getrata is dead set against passing the bill.”
“What about Ninthor?” She washes her face and looks at me in the reflection of her mirror. “I couldn’t tell where he stood.”
“Neither can I.” I sigh, placing her brush down to lift my hands to remove my crown. Valerie turns and slides her hands into the side of my robe to tug at the cords there. “Sometimes I see a deep reluctance and fear in him. Other times? He seems like he could be swayed with his peers without too much fuss.” It isn’t long before she has me de-robed. I stand in my silk boxers, my robe and headdress draped over my arm, and smile down at her. “Regardless, 3 out of 5 is all we will need.”
“And then you will be Councillor Dynast.” I cup her cheek with my free hand and kiss her tenderly.
“And you will be beside me?” I kiss along her jaw to her ear. “Holding my hand and sharing in my victory?”
“I’m up for that.” I moan and let my clothes drop to the floor. I absently place my crown on a shelf to collect later, and take hold of her shoulders. I’m about to kiss her senseless, desperate to show her how much that means to me, to share in my victory with her, when she yawns and tries to hide it by closing her mouth around it. I stem my passion and bring her to my chest to hug her instead.
“Come on.” I chuckle and make her laugh as I sweep her back up into my arms. I carry her in four strides to her bed and tenderly tuck her in. Valerie does a double take when she realises I’m not planning to get in bedwithher. “We’re both tired. We have no plans tomorrow. We can talk and be intimate all day once we’re fully rested.” I kiss her sweet lips and try to back up, but her arms go around my neck. “Valerie?”
“Vrajan?” She giggles my name mischievously.
“We need to sleep.” She rolls her eyes and lets her arms flop above her head around her pillow.
“Okay. Iamdog tired.” Valerie closes her eyes and yawns like she’s drifting off already. I take a moment to enjoy her blissful and serene expression, before backing up. I retrieve my crown and clothing from the bathroom, glance back over at the light of my life, and slip out of her bedroom. I freshen up in my own bathroom and feel a giddy warmth in my heart. Valerie is right. We have made wonderful progress towards my admission to the Theskian Council tonight. That is my mission, after all, and should be the thing that has filled me with joy.
But it isn’t.
I smile and fixate on that moment where Valerie stopped me from lashing out at Donald. How despite the way everyone else cowered in fear at my anger, she put her hand on me to push me back into the chair. She defended me. She called me hers, and agreed to be mine. She loves me. I’m sure of it now. Tomorrow, when she’s not as tired, I will tell her how I really feel. I’m not afraid anymore.
I open the bathroom door and falter a step when I see Valerie curled up in the silk sheets of my bed. She still looks half asleep as she looks at me with a tired smile. “So…you know I said earlier about those lines becoming blurred?”
“Yes?” I walk towards her and the bed, and slide under the sheets with her.
“I don’t think we need any lines.” My heart soars and I gladly scoop her body to mine under the sheets.
“I agree, but I warn you?” I smile so wide my fangs peer out of my lips. My lilac eyes water and my heart is brimming with love. “If we start sharing a bed to sleep, I’m not sure I’ll be able to go back to sleeping without you.” I stroke her cheek and lift her chin to kiss her lips.
“Noted.” She wriggles closer and pushes me to lay on my back. I laugh as she positions me so she can snuggle up to my right side and brace her cheek on my shoulder. She is asleep within minutes and I turn my head to watch her. My right arm holds her close and silent tears slide down my cheeks. I promise to love this woman with my every breath. To sleep beside her every night. To hold her hand through all her joy and all her grief. Tomorrow I will tell her how I feel, and request permission from my Queen to present Valerie to her. As is tradition, before asking her to become my bonded.
Chapter 29
I love you.
Valerie.
I smile in the shower, running my hands through my hair as I wash out the suds of fancier conditioner than I could have ever afforded before entering indentured servitude. To think I was sick to my stomach with fear as I walked into the ISC, and then it doubled when I was walked into the office with Vrajan. He was so mysterious and dangerous when I laid eyes on him for the first time. Sitting regally in that chair with his green chiffon robe draped across his towering height. Only his eyes were visible, and I was captured in his intense stare. His deep gravelly voice instilled fear in me too.
Now, I wake each morning to a giddy ‘Valerie my sweet? It’s time to feed.’ Even now, I’m getting horny as hell with anticipation. What was once utter agony I had to grit my teeth and justget on with,was now a nipple hardening, toe curling, mind splitting bliss. No more pain, just incredible sex and orgasms. Mmmm.
“Valerie?” I smirk and roll my eyes. This is also typical. He no longer gives me 30 minutes exactly to prepare for the feed. He waits as long as he thinks it will take for me to finish freshening up, and then barges in.
“Yes?”
I turn to look at the glass screen of the shower cubicle door. It’s frosted, the glass, but I can see his tall outline through it, and itisn’tthe shape of a man who is wearing a long robe. As I thought, he’s naked. Vrajan pushes open the shower door and purrs at the sight of me. I subconsciously pose with my hands in my hair, water running in thin rivers over my breasts and drawing his lilac eyes. He rumbles with a pur as he tracks the water down my navel to the V of my pelvis, and the pink flesh peering out from my dark mons. He licks his fangs, and is hungry for a lot more than just my blood.
He steps into the shower cubicle and I step towards him. The humid air is electric as we become entranced by each other’s presence. Fuck. I remember comparing Vrajan to a demon from hell. All he needed was horns, I said. Well, I’ve come to the realisation that if Vrajan was a demon? He would be an incubus. He’s tall, lean, and exotic with his stark white skin and spiralling black markings. Black skin from his knees and elbows downward. His mane of white hair faded to black level with his cheekbones. And then of course, there’s his sinfully tempting cock.
