Poor darling had been overworked.
Yet another reason to make her immortal. Her appetite would be as voracious as mine, perhaps even more intense. And then we could indulge in a whole new world of fun and pleasure.
Decisions, decisions,I mused, closing my laptop.
I really didn’t want to have to kill her. Keeping her would be so much more fun. Besides, she seemed to have earned it.
She would be a far better progeny than Michael, too.
And Darius for that matter.
All I needed to solve was the immortal-blood-bag issue.
Which I’m not going to do by sitting here, admiring myErosita,I told myself.
Clearing my throat, I pushed away from the table. “Take a bath. Rest. Relax.” I leaned down to press a kiss to her head, the action strangely intimate yet it felt incredibly right. “I want you ready to play later.” Something that required her to be pleased and content, not stressed and sore. “Enjoy your evening, Ismerelda.”
I didn’t wait for her to reply, instead heading toward the door.
But I heard her whisper, “You, too, my liege,” just before I entered the hallway, her voice nearly giving me pause.
She sounded… sad?
No. It’s the exhaustion.
I’d been too rough. I supposed that was to be expected after a century of sleep. However, I felt a niggling of guilt at how I’d used her. Endlessly. Tirelessly. It was my due. But I wanted her to enjoy it, too.
Fortunately, she had today to recover. By the time I returned, she’d be back to her lioness-like state.
Then I would reward her just like I’d promised.
Well, technically, I’d said I might be in a mood to hurt her later.
But given how I felt right now, that seemed unlikely. I’d much rather fulfill the vow I’d made initially about rewarding her for taking my brutality.
She made me feel light. Alive.Pleased. And now I wanted to return the favor.
It would be a fun surprise. A passionate one.The perfect gift.
Yes. Tonight, I would pleasure myErosita.
Then I would delve into her mind and retrieve some of our shared memories.
And if my instincts proved right, I just might ask her how she felt about becoming a queen.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
IZZY
I need a new plan.
When Cam had suggested I take a bath and rest, I’d almost sensed a hint of care in his words.
Then he’d dismantled that false hope by telling me why he wanted me rested.
“I want you ready to play later.”
For more fucking.
