Page 6 of Blood Day
Cedric
Those damn iriseswere hypnotizing me, making me want to do something forbidden.Keep her. Tame her. Make her mine.
She looked so fucking tempting on her knees, her pretty, sad eyes staring up at me in clear shock.
I’d just admitted to failing her on purpose because itpleasedme.
And she had no idea what to say. How to react. Yet I could almost taste the part of her that wanted to rebel, to fight my decision and demand an explanation.
But like a good little human, she kept her exquisite mouth shut.
Because she wasn’t allowed to question her superiors.
Maybe she would flourish after all. Bow down and beg. Suck some royal cock for the next decade or so until she lost that life in her eyes.
Which was precisely what I didn’t want to see happen.
She was too beautiful, too inspiring, too lovely for such a fate.
And yet her eyes took on a glimmer of that look now as she stared up at me, her mind processing my words.
I watched each emotion flutter through those alluring irises—first shock, then bleak acceptance, and finally a hint of fiery resolve.
Oh, yes, more,I thought, chasing that emotion across her features and loving the way it lit a fire in her cheeks.
She wanted to prove me wrong.
To fight.
To find a way around the failures in my course and pursue her dreams.
There was just one detail she failed to understand. “When you fail my course, you won’t be eligible for future combat classes,” I told her. “So maybe you’ll focus on sexual arts instead.” My gaze went to her mouth for what felt like the hundredth time. Her lips were perfect, fuckable,full. Just like her tits. “If you’re lucky, they’ll send you to a harem,” I continued. “If you’re not, you’ll end up in a breeding camp, or worse.”
True words.
Harsh words.
But she needed to understand her fate.
I was doing her a service by failing her, by degrading her scores to a point where no one would notice. Because most harems were worse than the breeding camps.
“They play dangerous games,” I warned her, my voice lowering to a whisper. “Dangerous games meant to break the spirits of those desiring favoritism. You’ll be lucky to survive initiation.” I relinquished my hold on her hair, my fingers itching to run through her silky strands.
So soft.
So light.
So opposite of my traits.
Speaking freely to an inferior being was frowned uponby my kind. I wouldn’t be punished for it, of course. But she would. If anyone heard the words I’d just said to her, she would die. Perhaps by my hand.
They’d give me the option, something that some might assume to be a punishment.
However, superior beings didn’t feel for their pets.
Making it a rather bland assumption indeed.
No, it’d be more of an offer than a form of castigation. They’d ask if I wanted to enjoy her as a snack first, which I would.
