Page 16 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

It was still tiny and empty. Just us, my backpack, and a toilet neither of us had used. My bladder was screaming, and something told me I was going to have to swallow my pride long enough to pee in the same room as the sexy vampire who had gone down on me the night before.

That was going to be awkward. Sex would probably never happen after it, but it was fun while it lasted.

I focused on my wings long enough to fold them away, and stretched my shoulders to adjust to the lack of their weight again. I could always feel a ghost of them there, but it was easier to cope with when they hadn't been tucked away for too long.

Dante's hand that had been cradling my wing closed slowly around nothing. His smooth forehead creased. Then, the creases deepened. His nose wrinkled, too. He moved his head a little, and when he realized my feathers were gone, he finally cracked his eyes open.

I stared into them.

Holy fuck.

They'd been dark before, but now they were a deep, rich chocolate shade. There were golden flecks through his irises that definitely hadn't been there before he fed from me.

He looked... more alive.

Healthier, too.

"You look good," I said, without thinking.

He blinked. "It's the blood."

My blood.

I had done that.

I had done something good, for the first time in so long.

My chest ached. My fucking soul ached.

"You should bite me again," I said.

I wanted more of that feeling.

"Why did you put your wings away?" he asked instead.

It was kind of weird that he cared enough to ask, but I answered anyway.

"We're in a tiny room. I figure we're probably leaving here soon, too"

He nodded slowly.

"Did the pixie you were with sleep with her wings out?" I asked.

It was kind of a low blow, bringing up his ex. Hopefully they hadn't been engaged when he went to prison.

"No. We were only together for a few months, a few decades ago. Unmated demons in leadership positions are seen as unstable, so I was always trying to find a mate. Never worked. She and I only fucked a handful of times, and never spent the night together. She never trusted me enough to bring her wings out, and I never particularly wanted her to."

Ah.

Maybe I shouldn't have trusted him that much either. It was more of a necessity thing than a trust thing for me, though. Sleeping with my wings put away was painful.

"Were you dating anyone when you were sent here?" I asked.

"No. I was taking a break from the mate search."

"Why couldn't you find anyone? You seem fairly... agreeable?"

He lifted an eyebrow. "You say that like a question."