Chapter 1
Xavier
shut the chamber door behind him. He took a deep breath before making his way
across the bridge that led in the direction of the eating hall. His hands shook
so he clasped them into fists at his sides.
He
had never wanted a female more in his life. Her scent was intoxicating. It
drove him to distraction. She smelled of light, of laughter, like he was
standing in the middle of a field of wildflowers on a perfect summer’s day.
Xavier found himself wanting more. Wanting everything. Touching her had almost
driven him to the point of insanity. Seeing how receptive she was fueled the
fires inside him to the point where he couldn’t think clearly anymore.
He
had watched as her eyes widened and her mouth went slack. Delighted as her
breath turned into fast, little pants. Then the beautiful blues of her eyes had
grown darker as they’d widened even further. He would never forget her shocked
expression just before her eyes rolled back in her skull. She had made the most
amazing little noises that told him she had greatly enjoyed her first taste of
rapture. Xavier became lost in the moment, wanting to give her so much more.
Thankfully he caught himself in time. His hand had been on the clasp of his
leathers ready to rip them open and to spread her soft, creamy thighs. The only
thought at that point had been to plunge into her warm, welcoming heat, to give
her what he knew they both wanted.
The
problem was that he would never forgive himself if he did such a thing. At this
point he knew without a doubt that he had feelings for the princess. What he
felt for her ran way deeper than just lust. He had been kidding himself before
when he told himself it was only his desire to rut her.
The
thought of her with another male enraged him, yet something still held him
back. He suspected it was fear. How could he claim his female without testing compatibility
first? Logically he knew that the chances were good that they would make a good
couple, but how could he be sure? Then there was that ever nagging reality that
she may never drink from him. Could he resign himself to being with a female
where the sharing of blood was not a possibility? Vampires needed this close
bond to be truly mated. He had seen firsthand the distance this same problem
had caused between his parents even though they loved each other deeply. His
father suffered greatly having to take blood from others. It was not the
vampire way.
Yet,
deep down inside he knew that Esral was the female for him. She had to be. He
had never felt this type of connection with anyone before. Never been so
consumed by another. It scared him, but it also excited him at the same time. Xavier
needed to clear his head, spend some time away from the princess. Once he
managed to gain some control and some much-needed willpower, he would seek her
out and they would have a long discussion.
Gideon
was still in the eating hall where he had left him. The male frowned when he
saw him. “Where is Princess Esral?”
“She
is in her chambers. Go to her now and don’t leave her side.” Xavier didn’t feel
the need to remind the male about the rules; Esral was his by her own
admission. Now that he had seen the need and the longing glowing in her eyes,
he knew that she would not accept the advances of another. Both pride and
happiness swelled within him.
Although
Gideon still had a confused look, he nodded. “Right away,” he growled as he
strode from the hall.
After
returning to his chamber for a quick shower and a change of clothes, he headed
for the elven prince’s chamber. It was the last thing he felt like doing right
now but a meeting with the male was long overdue.
Prince
Keto growled as he opened his door. Without bothering to greet Xavier, the male
turned and strode back inside going through a door to the left. Xavier was
forced to follow.
The
other male was in the process of rolling up what looked like a large map. This
closed off part of his chamber was designed
Xavier
shut the chamber door behind him. He took a deep breath before making his way
across the bridge that led in the direction of the eating hall. His hands shook
so he clasped them into fists at his sides.
He
had never wanted a female more in his life. Her scent was intoxicating. It
drove him to distraction. She smelled of light, of laughter, like he was
standing in the middle of a field of wildflowers on a perfect summer’s day.
Xavier found himself wanting more. Wanting everything. Touching her had almost
driven him to the point of insanity. Seeing how receptive she was fueled the
fires inside him to the point where he couldn’t think clearly anymore.
He
had watched as her eyes widened and her mouth went slack. Delighted as her
breath turned into fast, little pants. Then the beautiful blues of her eyes had
grown darker as they’d widened even further. He would never forget her shocked
expression just before her eyes rolled back in her skull. She had made the most
amazing little noises that told him she had greatly enjoyed her first taste of
rapture. Xavier became lost in the moment, wanting to give her so much more.
Thankfully he caught himself in time. His hand had been on the clasp of his
leathers ready to rip them open and to spread her soft, creamy thighs. The only
thought at that point had been to plunge into her warm, welcoming heat, to give
her what he knew they both wanted.
The
problem was that he would never forgive himself if he did such a thing. At this
point he knew without a doubt that he had feelings for the princess. What he
felt for her ran way deeper than just lust. He had been kidding himself before
when he told himself it was only his desire to rut her.
The
thought of her with another male enraged him, yet something still held him
back. He suspected it was fear. How could he claim his female without testing compatibility
first? Logically he knew that the chances were good that they would make a good
couple, but how could he be sure? Then there was that ever nagging reality that
she may never drink from him. Could he resign himself to being with a female
where the sharing of blood was not a possibility? Vampires needed this close
bond to be truly mated. He had seen firsthand the distance this same problem
had caused between his parents even though they loved each other deeply. His
father suffered greatly having to take blood from others. It was not the
vampire way.
Yet,
deep down inside he knew that Esral was the female for him. She had to be. He
had never felt this type of connection with anyone before. Never been so
consumed by another. It scared him, but it also excited him at the same time. Xavier
needed to clear his head, spend some time away from the princess. Once he
managed to gain some control and some much-needed willpower, he would seek her
out and they would have a long discussion.
Gideon
was still in the eating hall where he had left him. The male frowned when he
saw him. “Where is Princess Esral?”
“She
is in her chambers. Go to her now and don’t leave her side.” Xavier didn’t feel
the need to remind the male about the rules; Esral was his by her own
admission. Now that he had seen the need and the longing glowing in her eyes,
he knew that she would not accept the advances of another. Both pride and
happiness swelled within him.
Although
Gideon still had a confused look, he nodded. “Right away,” he growled as he
strode from the hall.
After
returning to his chamber for a quick shower and a change of clothes, he headed
for the elven prince’s chamber. It was the last thing he felt like doing right
now but a meeting with the male was long overdue.
Prince
Keto growled as he opened his door. Without bothering to greet Xavier, the male
turned and strode back inside going through a door to the left. Xavier was
forced to follow.
The
other male was in the process of rolling up what looked like a large map. This
closed off part of his chamber was designed
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