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What I’d said was meant to be sarcastic, but he somehow completely missed it. He breathed a deep sigh of relief as his shoulders straightened.
"I knew you would understand. I knew you would know that you’re my one true love."
His words made me sick.
He hovered around me while I finished getting ready, his voice like a splinter in my brain. My veins felt icy, and I was getting another bad migraine. I found myself wondering if captivity by the Fae Queen had in fact been worse than this.
He was already dressed in a suit, and when I was finished, and had put on some way too tall heels, he led me out of the room and towards the dining room.
"You're the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen," he whispered in my ear as we neared the entrance, where I could hear the raucous din of voices coming from within, the guests already having a great time by the sound of it.
His breath was hot against my neck, but I didn't even bother to respond. He sighed when I didn't give a reaction, but plastered on a smile as he led me inside a room where every seat was taken except for the one at the head of the table and the one to the right of it.
I smiled and nodded as he introduced me to various members of the pack who appeared to have been invited based on how rich they were. There were a few of his betas there as well, and I tried not to cringe as they shook my hand, wondering why just the sight of them made me want to wash my eyes out with bleach. The smug grins on their faces, like they knew something I didn’t…I hated it.
We settled into dinner, and I watched in disgusted amusement as they all practically licked Alistair's feet. Praise and compliments and conversation only directed at him filled the evening, and he seemed to soak it all up. I was very rarely asked a question, and Alistair made no effort to involve me. Tonight was obviously all about him.
Was this what I had to look forward to?,I thought despondently. I couldn't imagine years and years of this. The night I met him, I was so excited. He’d seemed like such a gentleman, like the love of my life. Had he changed over the past year, or had I? I guess I couldn’t really know since I hadn’t known him at all before I was taken.
Why did I keep feeling like there was more to our relationship than what I remembered?
When the meal was finally done, after three hours I might add, the guests began to leave.
I stayed by Alistair's side, nodding and smiling and shaking hands as they wished us goodbye before leaving.
"Well, that went well," Alistair said happily.
“Yes,” I muttered belatedly, after he shot me a questioning look.
"You look tired, darling," he said, examining my face.
"It was a lot of socializing for me," I agreed.
I meant my comment to try and gently point out maybe it had been a little too much, too soon after getting back, but he obviously missed my point. I was going to have to be more direct with him, I knew that. I'd always struggled speaking bluntly to strangers though, and Alistair still very much felt like a stranger to me.
He took a step closer and claimed my mouth in a hungry kiss, his hand sliding around my waist and then down to my ass where he squeezed. His hips churned restlessly against mine so I could feel how hard he was.
Fuck. Sex was definitely not on the table yet.
But just when I'd begun to panic I would have to push him off once again, he shifted away from me. "I have a few more things I have to take care of tonight. You can go on ahead to bed, darling," he told me hoarsely.
I had no words, so I shot him a shaky smile and then left the room as quickly as I could, my pulse racing as I walked away. As I climbed into bed a little later on, I found myself wishing that Carmen hadn’t been banished, and that she'd be here to distract Alistair from me.
What the fuck was wrong with me? What kind of mate ever had those thoughts?
* * *
Jolts of pleasureshot through me as he rubbed his cock against my clit. My breathing was coming out in gasps as our eyes met. His pupils were nothing but a pinprick, and there was a flush to his normally cold cheeks. I loved that he was just as turned on as I was. His hands were holding the back of my head and he pulled us closer until the tips of our noses were grazing.
"Tell me where you are," he growled as his lips pressed against mine, swallowing my moans as our tongues tangled together.
"Where I am?" I asked, between the brush of our lips, confused by his question. His tongue was stroking mine in long, explicit licks, and when his hands moved to my ass, he gripped the back of my pants, pulling the fabric so it was rubbing against my clit.
"I'm desperate for you. I need you. Now that I've had you, I can't live without seeing your face, hearing your voice…touching you."
I had no idea what my vampire was saying, I was too intent onfeelinghim. He moved one of his hands away from my ass, fiddling with my button until his hand was slipping inside and he was brushing his fingers against my clit. He got his fingers wet, and then pushed them inside me, and I arched into his touch.
He groanedas he watched me, plunging his fingers in and out. "You're so fucking wet for me," he breathed.
