Royal shuffle: Vampire’s mate

ANDREA

I woke up in a different room. I groaned as I opened my eyes, and almost immediately, the events of my son’s burial hit me. My eyes widened in horror and I tried to get out of the bed only to see that my hands and feet were chained to the bed. I struggled against them for a while before I noticed a presence seated in the far corner of the room. I looked around the full gray room, and squinted my eyes, trying to see who it was.

“Who are you?” I asked.

The figure stood and came into the light, and I began struggling with the chains again. Esmeralda smirked at me as she sashayed over to me. I remembered that she had done something to me at Leovanni’s burial.

“What did you do to me?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Nothing serious. Nothing compared to what I am going to do to you.”

“It was you the whole time, wasn’t it? The voice, Leo, stabbing me…it was you the whole time?!”

She smiled, “Oops. I see you’ve figured me out.”

“You will not get away with this,” I replied through gritted teeth, the chains digging into my wrists and ankles from how hard I was pulling at the chains. “Leo will…”

She threw back her head and laughed, “I have him wrapped around my little finger. He’s not doing anything. I’m in control now.”

“What do you mean? What do you mean?!”

“I meant what I said. Leo will do exactly as I say when I say it. He’s mine now. Same thing goes for your little Princess…”

I struggled even harder against the chains, “Don’t you dare touch my child!!!”

“Or else?” She walked over to my side of the bed, and wrapped her hand around my throat, “Or else what?”

She held my neck tighter, making sure to dig her sharp claw-like nails into my neck. I groaned as I felt her nails break skin, and blood seep through. She laughed and withdrew her hand and looked at the blood rolling down her fingers. She raised her hand to her lips and licked the blood clean off of her fingers.

“What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?”

“Why? There are few reasons but we’ll start with the obvious. You killed my father, and destroyed my world as I knew it.”

“Your father…”

Esmeralda raised her index finger to her lips, and suddenly I lift the urge to speak. I could open my mouth but my vocal cords just refused to cooperate. I looked at her. Really looked at her, and wondered how she went from being an ordinary spoiled, werewolf princess to being such a powerful witch.

“My father was a good man. My brother was a good man. Such a good man, he played his part well.”

“What part?”

“The bodies.”

“You killed those children,” I said in disbelief.

She shrugged, “They were to serve a purpose.”

“What do you want from me?”

“It’s simple actually. I want to take everything from you; the same way you took everything from me. I will take your husband, your daughter, your crown, your kingdoms, and then when I’m done, I will take your life. And the best part is that there is nothing you can do to stop me.”

“It won’t happen, you won’t succeed.”

“Oh, darling. Watch me,” she said, laughing.”By the way, your treatment begins today. Brace yourself.”

I watched as she walked out of the room, the heavy, metal door sliding shut, and then I was left alone to wallow in my misery and wonder what I was going to do with my life. How I was going to get out of here. The door opened again after a few hours, and Esmeralda came back in. This time she wasn’t alone. Savannah was with her, pushing in a trolley filled with potions and a bowl of water.

“What is this?” I asked, and was graciously ignored.

I looked at Savannah, and she avoided my gaze. Deep down I knew that she was going to enjoy this. She never liked me anyways. I watched as Esmeralda began to hum atune, it sounded like a nursery rhyme. It felt like a lullaby except that there was nothing relaxing about it. I tried pulling at the chains but found that I could not. The more she bummed, the weaker I got until the only part of my body functioning was my eyes.

“You can leave us now.” Esmeralda said, waving her hand dismissively at Savannah.

Savannah took a good look at me and exited the room. Esmeralda waited for her to leave, she had a wide smile on her face that sent chills down my spine.

“I promise that we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

I watched as she stripped me down to my birthday suit. I felt humiliated at being laid bare before her; being at her mercy. I felt a lone tear escape from my eye, it was becoming a norm to cry on a daily basis.

“Aww, don’t cry. We’re going to have fun.” She threw back her head, and laughed maniacally.

I watched as she pulled something from the table. It was a cross. With a star attached to the very top of it. The same as the symbol I saw the night I was stabbed. She raised it above her head, and began to chant a spell. She repeated the spell over and over. The room fell into darkness, and I was only able to make out her figure in the calm chaos.

“What are you-”

My mouth opened up in silent shock as sharp pains shot through every fiber of my being. My back arched off the bed and I could feel my eyes roll to the back of my head.

That day marked the beginning of intense suffering. And every time she stepped into my room, I looked at her and wondered how she became a witch, and how she became as powerful as she was. And what her end goal was.

Fine, she wants to kill off my family, take back her father’s throne, and avenge her father’s death. But does it end there? What if she decides that dominating vampires and the humans were the next step for her? What if she decided that she wanted to expand her empire outside of North America to America and other parts of the world?

I opened my eyes slowly, my breath coming in labored pants. I could feel the sweat gathered on my forehead, and felt it roll down the sides as I loved my head. I hadn’t had much food in the past week. One meal a day, and that one meal would hardly be enough for Adela. I groaned when the door opened again Esmeralda walked in. She really doesn’t get tired.

“Hello, pumpkin. Did you miss me?”

I rolled my eyes as she stood next to my bed and watched as Savannah carried a tray in behind her.

“Place it right there,” she said to Savannah, pointing at the table.

Savannah dropped it on the table and spared me a look. I could have sworn I saw sympathy in there. I looked back at Esmeralda and my eyes immediately fixated to the bright red mark that sat on her slender neck. Who was the fool stupid enough to go between her legs? Unlucky fellow. She caught me staring at her hickey, and laughed. Her shrill, annoying voice disturbing the tranquility of my torture chamber.

“You want to know how I go that?” She asked.

“No…”

“Your husband gave it to me. He’s such a good kisser. I would like to see more…”

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear me the first time?”

I sighed. “Just begin and let’s get this over with.”

“We’re going to try something different today,” she said and walked over to the other side of my bed where the table was located.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.

Esmeralda looked back at me and smiled. I watched as she lifted I watched as she lifted a syringe from the tray, and walked over to me. That was new. She had always used potions and spells. What was she holding?

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” she said, making me realize I must have voiced that out loud.

“What is that for?”

She smiled at me, “it’s a gift for my brother. A last gift.”

That made me very uneasy. What does William have to do with this? Where was Leo? I looked helplessly as she walked over to me and injected me with the contents of the syringe. I closed my eyes and felt the liquid enter my bloodstream. Too tired to speak, too tired to fight back. There was nothing to do. I was still chained to the bed. Only unchained to use the toilet.

“Enjoy.”

I watched as Esmeralda laughed her way out of my room. I was worried. What gift? I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, deciding that I’ll take whatever happens as it comes. I sighed and fell into a dreamless slumber.

I woke up with a burning fever, my breaths were coming in hard, and very hot pants. I sat up on the bed as much as the constraints would allow, and looked down at my body. Sweats were pouring in buckets and my simple gown was soaked.

“What the fuck…”

I felt very irritated. Everything irritated me. My clothes felt itchy, and my skin felt prickly and overtly sensitive. I looked down at my body again, and saw that my nipples were protruding.

“What is going on?” I asked myself.

I looked up and watched as the door opened and the last person I expected to see walked in. He had a wide smile on his face that immediately made me uneasy, and i reclined into the bed as much as I could, and looked on in confusion. He entered into my room, and shut the door behind him, locking it.

“What are you doing here, William?”

“You’ll know soon enough.”

I watched as he touched my leg, and slid his hand upwards towards my thigh. I felt shivers run down my spine and my toes curled in pleasure. My brows furrowed in confusion. What was happening? He continued rubbing my legs, not doing anything else, while looking at me, as though waiting for something to click in my head.

“Do you feel that, sweetheart?”

“What is going on?”

William threw back his head, and laughed. “You haven’t figured it out yet?”

He wrapped his hand around my throat and forced me to look at him, while his other hand rolled a nipple between his two fingers. I expected disgust but instead tiny bursts of pleasure shot through me. I moaned when he pinched my nipple and pulled it.

And then it clicked. I had gone into forced heat. The fever, the sweat, the heightened arousal. I gasped when I remembered what Esmeralda had said earlier. She had given me a shot to force me into hear for her brother.

“Ah, I see you finally understand. Took you long enough,” William said, and lowered his head to kiss me.

I shook my head side to side trying to avoid his kiss, begging him with my eyes not to proceed with this, even though my body was saying something completely different.

“Please…don’t do this…”

He smiled again and placed his lips on mine. I tightened my lips, trying to evade his insistent tongue. He pulled back from me, and I could see the anger dancing in his eyes. Just like all those years ago, he still can’t take a rejection.

“You want this. I want this. What is your problem?”

“I don’t want this,” I said.

“Are you sure?” He asked, smiling smugly and pointing at my nipples.

I looked down and saw that my nipples were rock hard and protruding through the thin, white cotton gown that I had on. To make matters worse, the gown was drenched with my sweat, and the dress was see through. I was more or less naked. William raised his nose in the air, and moaned.

“I can smell your arousal, Andrea. You’re wet for me,” he said, moaning again.

I closed my eyes as the sound of his voice reverberated through my being, placing ideas in my head about what he could do to my body. I felt a fresh wave of heat flow down to my core, and I tried to close my legs against the current. That only made it worse as I let out an involuntary moan at the friction my thighs provided against my most intimate part.

William looked at me in surprise and laughed at my reaction. He grabbed my dress by the collar, and yanked it, ripping my dress clean of my body, and leaving me naked on the bed. He whistled, and allowed his eyes feast on my body. I watched as his eyes darkened as they settled on my breasts, and I saw a little saliva drop from the side of his mouth. I spread my legs just a bit wider as his eyes came down to my mound. For some reason, his gaze on my nakedness turned me on even more. I spread them even further even though I haven’t shaved in about a month, and my pubic mound looked like a forest.

“I do love a little adventure,” William said, reaching his hands out and sent his two middle fingers right into my cunt.

I moaned and moved my hips against his fingers. I was a bit disappointed when he pulled it out, but I was blessed with the sight of him putting it into his mouth. I bit my lip and held eye contact with him as he sucked them clean of my juices.

“Such delicious flavor,” he said, bending over to pick a nipple with his mouth.

I gasped and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he bit down on my nipple, and sucked it into his mouth. He rolled the other nipple in his fingers, eliciting several moans from me. I was deeply conflicted in mind and body.

“You don’t want this. You don’t want this.” I kept chanting in my head, but it became faded music in my ears the more he touched me. I hated this man. I hated this. But at this point, it was beginning to seem like I just wanted to convince myself.

“You taste so wonderful, Andrea. Your body is truly a work of art. So responsive,” he said, trailing kisses up my chest until he got it my neck, right where my mark was located.

“I hate you…”

“Are you sure?” He asked as he ran his tongue Leo’s mark on my neck.

I winced as his tongue produced a slight sting.

“Stop,” I whispered, pleasure replaced with shame when I remembered Leo.

“Stop what?” He whispered into my ear, as he stuck two fingers into my cunt.

I gasped and spread my legs wider as he curved his fingers upward, and began rubbing that spot very gently. At this point, all thoughts of Leo and family flew from my mind, and all I could concentrate on was reaching the pinnacle that William was taking me to. I rolled my hips against his hand, moaning and groaning with my head rolled back, and my hands holding on to my chains for dear life.

“I see you’re a hungry little thing. Let’s give my vixen what she wants,” he said, and smashed his lips on mine.

This time I didn’t fight him. I opened my mouth and let his tongue explore every part of my mouth. I moaned when he bit down on my lip, and then sucked on my tongue. He began to move his fingers in an upward-downward motion. Slowly at first, and then faster. Harder. I couldn’t control myself. I could feel my climax building.

“William…” I tried to warn him.

“Shh,” he replied, smiling into my mouth. ” I know honey…”

“No…I want to pee…” I whispered.

He shook his head. “No, you don’t, love.”

“William,”

At this point, my body was no longer mine. I could feel some pressure on my bladder, followed by the insane urge to pee. I rolled my hips, and let out a guttural moan.

“I want to pee…”

He shook his head, “No, you don’t.”

“But-”

“Shh, let go.”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my orgasm hit me. I closed my legs around his hands and rode out my orgasm, my body heavily sated. I took deep breaths as I climbed down from my high. I watched helplessly as William dig out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the chains on my feet. I wiggled my ankles as the chains fell, and sighed.

He threw the keys down to the floor, and began taking off his clothes. My foggy brain couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening.

“Why are yoI taking your clothes off?”

“Did you think I was done with you?”

Shit.