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I looked at each statue, each painting and I only sawher.I saw our handprints on every surface of this place. Perhaps, it was why I had stayed for so long.
Or, perhaps, my loyalty to this family held onto me stronger than I’d like to admit. A generation of a family who’d held place amongst royals, monsters hidden behind religious statues.
It felt nice to have Charles home again safely, even though I knew the reason I’d sent him away that day was because he’d be the only one able to make it past Freyja’s wards. It needed to be him, and he delivered to me just as I knew he would.
Lilith’s kin.
I slid my hand over the walls, catching the edge of one of the tapestries and darting behind it and inside the hidden tunnels that wound around the castle in its entirety.
The curiosity of a young boy was the only thing I could blame for how I knew of these secret walkways. If I hadn’t followed my older brother, I would’ve been none the wiser.
It is pitch black, but my senses guided me to the spot I would certainly be spending the most time observing. I passed by small holes and streams of light but didn’t stop until I reached a small alcove with a bench pressed up against a large slit in the wall.
A view into Charles’ quarters.
It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him, I trusted him enough to take my cock into his mouth when he needed to be punished. I trusted him with the truth of what I really was. But this girl, Charity, was a mouse at best and not what Charles should hold as a prize in this lifetime. She was nothing, miniscule, and possibly not very intelligent. After all, she was from a town so small that most men undoubtedly equally preferred the pigs to the women.
I sneered to myself at the dark jest, but I knew how common it was for a man to fuck livestock. The truth was the truth.
He would grow bored of her soon enough, and once the curse was broken, my Melody would return to me as normal. She would provide aperfectdistraction from the boring, mousy girl. That was my plan all along.
I needed to return to the oubliette and check on our guest soon, but for now, I wanted the comfort of watching without being seen.
The witch put up such a fight that I had to tuck her far away from the church, I didn’t need her scaring off the clergy and the patrons.
I kneeled at the bench, pressing one eye into the lit crack. A ripple of pleasure rolled through me, as I focused my eyes on Charles’ golden hair and tall frame. He comforted the girl, and her face was red and puffy from crying so much.
The scene before me reminded me of the night I found Melody, crouching in a corner of the great room, shaking and feeble.
“What is it, child? Why do you cry?” she sniffled, looking up at me in terror…
“I…I know what you are. My parents have told me, and they paid with their lives. Those men…men in the black coats and top hats…I watched them be-head them both…just before they reached the tree line,” she let out another jagged sob, burying her head in between her drawn up knees.
If anyone found the truth, it was instant death, no compromise ever. She couldn’t have been older than seventeen, and I had never killed a child before.
I knelt beside her, stroking her blonde hair back from her wet face. “Well, then this will be our little secret. What is your name, fair one?”
“Melody.”
“You are my family now, Melody. Come with me…I will keep you safe.”
Reluctantly, she rose, following me to the hidden passages behind the walls. Her eyes were wide with curiosity, and pride bubbled up, as I readied myself for The Change. I had once been afraid of being blood-bound to another, responsible for their life. But this was the only way, her immortality was the only guarantee she would have to live on.
I’d never turned anyone before—once someone was blood-bound, they could never leave your side. It was a commitment, a sacred oath between two vampires. I would care for her for years to come, as my own, protecting her from the men who had killed her parents. She was mine, and I was hers.
Charles’ bed was at the opposite end of the room, and I watched as he gently sat the girl down, his toned arm wrapping protectively around her shoulders.
I was shocked when he placed a gentle kiss on her neck, and she swallowed heavily, turning to him with a look of curiosity in her eyes. I knew that look, and my cock hardened against my thigh beneath my grey slacks. I brushed over it carefully with the backs of my fingers, the urge to fist it, overwhelming. I may not resist the urge altogether, but I did fight it down as much as I could until the feeling broke me. It was then that I allowed my devil out to play.
When I focused again, they kissed ferociously, and the mousy-girl gripped his hand and held it to her neck as they lay back.
I watched as Charles fumbled with the buttons on her dress, but I could see his hard length pressed against his pants in fury. He wanted a release so badly that he forgot he was there with a virile woman, a woman who clearly needed direction. I laughed to myself, but the joy I felt was that of my fondness for Charles and all that he was. Naïve, inexperienced…tender.
I let my hand wander to the stiffness that rested against my thigh, my arousal a heavy burden, constantly needing to find ways to hide it.
I freed myself from the constraints of my breeches, my cock popping out like a beast, as I wrapped my fingers around it in relief. I admired it for a moment, thick and veined even now. Stroking it painfully slow, I continued to watch the couple grind and moan on the bed. I gave two, hard, long strokes down my cock and allowed myself a small groan in sync with theirs, imagining I was there with them, showing Charles exactly what he needed to do to make sure she came.
I bit my lip and cursed, I couldn’t do this, not now. I had a church service to lead tonight, and then there was also the matter of Freyja in the Oubliette.
