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You pretentious bastard!I yell at Thanatos in our bond because while Neo slammed the door to our blood oath, Thanatos has left his wide open.He will scentdeathon me…notDeath!
Thanatos chuckles at the little secret he scented on me first.
I laugh. A wild, violent heat blossoms throughout me despite the bloating and the mild cramps. No regrets because I haveneverfelt more thrilled to have my period! It’s the only time I bleedredand not gold. While Neo flares his nostrils, I practically rub my bloodied sex into his sheets. “Aww, poor squeamish Prince…can’t handle a littledestruction?” I devilishly remove my white robe and press my fingers to my bloody thighs.
“Stop that now!” fumes Neo, backing away to the other side of the bed as I circle my fingertips along my flesh.
“Would you like to fetch me a cork then, Neo?” I get a wicked glint in my angel eyes and leap, pounce on him, and wrap my legs around his hips to wipe my sanguinary sex all over his tick prick of an enormous dick. “Yours will do nicely.” My heartbeat thrums like hummingbird wings. Weaving my arms around his neck, I lick his agape mouth and rub my heavy breasts along his chest.
“Ugh…” Neo chucks me back onto the bed and gets off, examining his pussy-painted lower regions.
I spread my glorious body, my fire blossom weeping crimson all over his bed while I mock him, “Did you know in an average lifespan, a girl will bleed for aboutseven years? Imagine all the people I could drown with that blood.”
“You win this round, Elysia,” Neoptolemus snarls.
I rise to curl my knees up to my chest but keep my legs parted to give him a good view of my sex. Tilting my head to the side, I sweetly hum to Neo, “Maybe this would be a perfect time to discuss how Quillion hopes I’ll bear your child!”
“At least your anger last night makes sense now,” he stabs.
I flip him off, then crouch on all fours with a feral glint in my eyes as I hiss like an adorable plague. Immediately, Neo turns his back, and I revel in those tense muscles rolling as he storms away. Practically dancing, I make a break for the Infinity Wardrobe, more eager than ever to get dressed and pleasure in Quillion adding more tallies to my chart.
After the Infinity Wardrobe showers me off, I select my undergarments and proudly stick a smart pad that sucks my blood into its inner tech-fibered lining to be vaporized so the fabric can be replenished and used again and again. Best feminist invention ever! What was that Thanatos had said? Remind the Prince of Destruction of my holy flames? Huh…I peruse the options, scrolling until I find the perfect gown.
“I’m going to break Neo’s fucking chart!” I declare and tap the program.
* * *
“Respect sucks!”Kitty fawns over me as I slide my hand along the railing to greet my allies in the Commons. “That’s it, I am officially drawing up my own contract. I get to hit on Elysia once a day.” She raises her finger and taps the side of her head. “Pretty please, Nita?”
Nita’s spine, like an exalted throne, postures, her crown of horns glittering as she approaches me with her thigh-high, black velvet and high-heeled boots skimming the floor. Her form-fitting strapless gown, black and speckled with diamonds, reminds me of the constellations—apart from where it slits to expose the winter twilight skin of her thighs, barely skimming her hips. “What does our glowing angel have to say about that?” Nita wonders before bowing into a crouching Kitty.
I shrug but beam, alerting the alter with a kiss to her cheek, “You can hit on me all you want, Kit…but no touchies. Okay, one twerk a day. Gorgeous shoulder shawl!” I admire the lacy piece that crests Nita’s shoulders and drapes around her back. Along with her snug black gloves, they perfectly complement her sexy, yet feminine gown.
“I hardly know why you are paying attention to anything I wear,” Nita declares and waves her hand. “You’ve even impressed Tourmaline.” She drags one finger along the side of her head and gazes at my “fire-blossom” gown, as I’ve fondly dubbed it.
“And me!” Quillion echoes from the breakfast hall, rocking back in his chair. Oops, a little too much since he falls, his ascot tumbling to flip against his mouth. I giggle as he rights himself and glides out into the Commons. “Is that a painted bodice?” he practically squeals.
“My personal ‘fuck you’ to Neo.” I preen and touch the crimson and gold flames the Infinity Wardrobe sealed to my breasts. They branch off but leave my cleavage of autumn gold skin between my breasts untouched and along my upper chest and navel, of course. “He had me painted naked in his Tenth Court rose designs last night.”
“Prick!” Kitty sticks out her tongue.
Quillion touches a gauzy blood-red strap that dangles low along my upper arms. And Kitty practically sings over the three-layered fire-fold ruffles—scarlet on top—that drapes like petals to the middle apricot layer with the innermost fabric of brilliant sunshine yellow. All the ruffles sweep past my knees in an inverted V-center slit.
When Kitty rubs her cheek along my erotic apricot ruffle, she shrieks, “Holy fire-fuck! Do you smellthat, Nita?”
“I do.” Quillion lifts a finger.
Nita returns, posturing. “Oil of the angels,” she banters, crossing her arms over her chest. I imagine Kitty hears her response through their inner bond. Does Tourmaline?
I bat my eyes at the two vampires scenting the air and tap my matching blood-red lip to express, “Neo had a bit of asurprisein bed this morning.” I’ve even adorned my hair in that same crowned style he’d had his fang-maids arrange last night. A single gold circlet to rest on my brow. My reclamation.
Nita pivots her whole body to the Commons staircase, hips thrusting out, “I trustour brotherhas learned his lesson not to mess with the badass battleground of a woman’s vagina.”
I spin to where Neo marches down the staircase withLuxon his arm. I’ve prepared one of my verbal spars in advance, so I overthrow my Haloed heart that flutters with raging butterflies and quip, “We may have battled to the blood moon last night. But my red sun rose proud and splendid with her war victory this morning.”
Quillion opens his digital interface tattoo and begins recording, awarding Neo with only one check mark and me with…multiple.
Lux sidles up against Neo, who doesn’t bother to respond but instead leans over and touches his lips to her brow while winking at me. Supercilious ass! Envy thrashes inside me. That’smine.
