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Nikolaus had wanted to be bitten? Maybe even wanted to be turned? And he had never once said anything and now, this was his retribution, taking up with Emil to torture Severin for notkillinghim? It couldn’t possibly be true. Whatever Nikolaus meant, he couldn’t possibly meanthat.
Severin felt both repulsion and the age-old arousal associated with Nikolaus. In the past, as soon as Nikolaus popped into his mind, Severin would be hard and needing satisfaction. Often only a few passes of his own hand would bring him to climax. He climbed off the bed and pulled on his breeches. Then, before Nikolaus could leave the room, he dragged him back and tossed him onto the bed. Nikolaus fought and writhed as Severin secured both wrists back to the bedposts.
“I would be remiss if I let Emil’s pet go,” he said, astride Nikolaus’s hips.
“Bastard,” Nikolaus hissed with violet eyes flashing. To Severin’s vampire vision they were like sparkling sapphire jewels.
“That’s me. We’ve already established that. Have fun with Emil. You’re welcome to him.” Severin got off the bed, collected the rest of his clothes and left the chamber.
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Nikolaus lay still on the bed in his silken bonds hating the words he’d said to Severin.
Maybe I wanted more than what you gave me. They had confused and hurt the vampire. It was unfair. Nikolaus had never explicitly said what he wanted. Had only known himself in the most half-hearted and fearful of ways. Severin wasn’t like most vampires. Deep down, he still had a heart and had worn it on his sleeve when Nikolaus had known him ten years ago. He didn’t doubt that all Severin’s passion had been real. He didn’t deserve Nikolaus’s spite and apathy, but it was the only way he knew to protect his still-broken heart.
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Once back in his room, Severin washed in his cold bath water and dressed. He opened the door to see Istvan just leaving his chamber. Perhaps his face was an open book, because Istvan said, “You accepted Emil’s invitation then.”
Severin blushed. “He brought Nikolaus along. It ended messily.”
Istvan arched a brow as they walked along the corridor. “You killed him?”
“No, no. Nikolaus and I exchanged cross words. I’m not sure what I ever saw in him.”
Istvan gave a soft sigh. “I’m sorry. Past lovers are not always as we remember them.”
He was never my lover, Severin thought, but said nothing. Now he knew what Nikolaus was like as a lover, he doubted he would have the willpower to say no should the human be offered to him again, no matter what his current thoughts were about Nikolaus. Addiction would ensue quite easily; he was sure of it. And he had been serious about buying Nikolaus. Perhaps it was about time he had a pet of his own and Nikolaus clearly liked being owned.
Severin was weak with blood loss by the time they arrived in the ballroom. He was swift to procure a goblet from a passing waiter and guzzle down a fine vintage. Damn Emil. The vampire king was on his dais again, Nikolaus chained and kneeling beside him, this time dressed in black silk, the wounds on his neck stark against his pale skin.
Severin ground his teeth and smacked his lips. He swooped another glass from a nearby tray and downed the contents.
Istvan watched him. “He bit you, didn’t he?”
Severin’s face heated. He supposed his thirst made it obvious but Istvan gestured to his neck. “Your wounds. They haven’t healed.”
Severin pressed a hand to his throat and found the teeth marks, much to his surprise. He had always healed well in the past; what was this? But he seemed to remember that last time Emil had bitten him, the wounds had remained sore and inflamed for some days.
Istvan read his mind. “Yes, Emil’s bite is different from other vampires. When he bites me, I have a mark for weeks.”
Severin said nothing. He felt guilty at the evidence of Emil on him, the man Istvan courted a strange kind of relationship with. He vowed never to touch Emil again, but knew he would break that vow if it meant being close to Nikolaus. He didn’t know why his hunger for Nikolaus wasn’t sated. The man clearly felt nothing for him anymore beyond attraction and was happy to share his favours with Emil. Why continue to waste his thoughts on him? Severin knew the reason. Nikolaus’s body and blood had finally come close enough to possess and Severin had missed out. Gone were any finer feelings concerning hurting or turning Nikolaus; the human had made it clear he blamed Severin for everything. That was fine by Severin. Now he could take Nikolaus with no remorse.
As he should have done ten years ago.
He stared over at the dais and caught Nikolaus’s eye. The human stared back steadily, clearly unafraid and Severin clenched his jaw. He would show Nikolaus.
Chapter Ten
Severin’s sleep was tormented by vivid, erotic dreams. He felt his fangs in Nikolaus’s neck, tasted the first sweet spurt of blood, and came instantly. He woke tangled in the sheets with his belly wet and sticky.
It was late in the evening. He hurried to bathe in the hot water the attendant brought and then he negotiated his way past the dungeon to Emil’s chamber. The sounds coming from inside stopped him in his tracks. He loitered in the corridor, his cock hard. He heard whimpers, deep guttural groans, and mewls. He pushed the door ajar slowly and wasn’t sure if the scene he saw was from his fantasies or his nightmares.
Nikolaus was on all fours on the big bed, spread-eagled. He gripped a pillow hard, biting it as Emil pounded into him from behind, holding the human’s hips, leaving vicious bruises behind.
Severin stared. His prick was so stiff it hurt. His balls ached. He watched Emil’s thick cock driving into Nikolaus, saw the oil glistening on it and the way he split Nikolaus open and all of a sudden the sensation hit Severin. An overwhelming feeling of tightness and pain in his chest. A clawing, burning fury in his brain. He wheeled away from the door and retched, blood splashing his shoes. He rested panting against the wall, his brow icy and clammy and tried to identify the feeling with his eyes squeezed shut. Slowly he recognised it from sifting through those human emotions that had been locked away for five hundred years.
Jealousy.
