Page 35 of Blood Day: Part Two
There were ways to be sexual and vampiric while also being sensual and true to our mates.
Because the bond allowed me freedom to access Lily’s thoughts, to derive her needs and assess her limits.
And she was telling me now that the thought of playing with Emine didn’t exactly repel her. If anything, she was intrigued and wondered what it would be like.
So young, my Lily,I mused into her mind.There are so many experiences you lack, and I find myself wanting to give you every opportunity while I can. Do you want to taste her?
I… I don’t know.
Would you like me to command you to perform so you don’t have a choice?Because I would. Not necessarily because I wanted to see the two women indulge one another, but because I wanted to hear Lily’s thoughts while she tasted Emine, to observe Lily’s technique, tofeelher emotions from the act of pleasuring a woman.
To live again.
That was the gift Lily gave me—another chance to experience everything as though it were the first time again. To remember what it was like to be human.
Yes,she whispered.Yes, Master Cedric.
If at any point this becomes too much, tell me,I told her. I couldn’t promise it would stop because sometimes a lover needed to be pushed just a little more than comfortable to experience utter oblivion. But I would take care of her, and I would listen intently to her thoughts for a multitude of reasons.
Yes, Master Cedric, she echoed.
Such a sweet flower,I murmured into her mind as I moved to stand behind her, similar to how Khalid had positioned himself behind Emine. Except I didn’t grab Lily by the throat. I instead wove my fingers into her thick blonde hair and fisted the soft strands before pressing my lips to her ear.
“Kneel,” I demanded.
She shivered in response but did as I commanded, going to her knees before Emine while I maintained my grip in her hair.
Khalid met my gaze, his mouth leaving Emine’s pulse as he arched a brow. “Is there something you have in mind?”
“Yes. Lily wants to taste your Emine.” I lowered my free hand to Lily’s shoulder to give it a little squeeze. “Lily?”
“Yes, Master?” she answered dutifully, no doubt hearing my thoughts on this formal game and my need for her to respond appropriately.
“Ask Prince Khalid for permission to lick his pet’s cunt.” I purposefully used his title to let him know that I was accepting his request for shared lessons. At least for now.
His turquoise irises had shifted to a midnight shade while feeding—the change of color an unusual trait for our kind that somehow made him appear even more lethal than he already was. The glint in his eyes only added to his dangerous appearance, but the slight twitch of his mouth told me he was eager to play.
“Prince Khalid,” Lily said, her voice holding a soft note to it. “May I lick your pet’s… c-cunt?”
So close to perfect,I thought at her, my palm shifting along her shoulder to her neck, where I drew a threatening line upward with my thumb.
“Ask again with more confidence, Lily. Prince Khalid needs to believe you mean it.”
If she were any other student, I would have delivered that statement with a harsh note in my voice. But I couldn’t seem to do that with Lily. Not anymore, anyway.
She swallowed, the movement brushing my touch as I wrapped my palm around her throat.
A beat passed as she mentally prepared herself by repeating the phrase three times. I didn’t interrupt her, but it was a flaw we would need to perfect, and quickly. Because this sort of hesitation would get her killed in a room of my brethren, something she already knew—as evidenced by her own berating thoughts regarding her uncertainty.
Just say it,she coached herself, her voice loud in my mind. True fear was taking shape in her thoughts as she heard my own mind crafting the ways she would be punished for this if we were anywhere else.
But the rich silks of this room hid all of us from view, the windows having been closed before we’d arrived in the seating area for thislesson. It was near the dining room and tucked into a corner with only one entryway.
A reserved area.
Very unlike the open rooms my kind typically favored for playtime. But Khalid was proving to defy all the norms.
I just didn’t know how much of it was a test to see my true preferences versus a display of his desired reality.
