Chapter 3 A MEANS TO AN END
CHAPTER THREE
VIOLET
Caspian turned to look at me properly, his brows knit up in confusion. “I beg your pardon.”
Realization crashed into me like a hammer. The words had slipped out before I could stop them. The way he stared at me sent ice down my spine.
My eyes dropped immediately to the floor. “I’m sorry, my prince,” I stuttered, voice shaky. “I’m sorry if I sounded weird and strange and rude.”
The words kept tumbling out. My hands twisted in my lap. Oh heavens, Caspian would know who I am. Terror clawed up my throat. I was going to ruin everything. My legs felt weak.
He reached out and touched my arm. I flinched so hard I jumped off the bed, heart slamming against my ribs. My back hit the wall.
“Are you okay?” he frowned.
How the fuck am I going to be okay? The thought burned through my head. How can I be okay when you just told me to my face you want to kill me and my sister and take over our kingdom? I blinked hard, forcing myself back to earth. My fingers dug into my thighs. Calm down. Fix this mess you just dumped yourself in.
“I’m sorry about how I behaved,” I rushed out, voice still unsteady. “Your words came as a shock to me.”
He watched me carefully. “I know. That means my idea was not good and the council wouldn’t accept it.”
I sat back down on the bed gently, legs trembling. “Merging Aravyn would cause an uproar among the people. They might rally and plan your murder.” I reached out and touched his arm, hating myself for it. “If you still want the people to be under you, you need not do this.”
I hate myself for doing this. But it's the only way to save my people and kingdom.
Caspian simply nodded. “I know all these. I just needed someone to say it to my face.”
I let out a weak chuckle, my stomach still in knots. “And so the person you thought to come to was your blood servant?”
He laughed, low and warm. “You’re less of a blood servant to me actually.”
I looked at him, confused, head tilting.
“Hmmm… don't think weird about that,” he added quickly.
I nodded. The air between us felt heavier.
“Maybe I would like to feed,” his eyes immediately rested on my neck.
I tilted my head. “Go on.”
He moved closer to the bed. “Do you like this?”
I looked at him, then away. “Does it really matter?”
His eyes bored into mine for a long moment. Then he leaned in. His fangs sank into my neck right there on the bed. The bite was deep and slow, his mouth hot and possessive against my skin. I gasped, fingers gripping his shirt. His body pressed me down into the mattress, chest to chest.
Every pull of my blood sent heat rushing through me. His hand roamed up, squeezing my breast through my clothes, thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardened. I arched into him, hating how good it felt. His hips settled between my thighs, grinding slowly against me.
I could feel his hunger, his want, mixing with mine. My breath came fast and shallow. His free hand slid under my back, pulling me tighter against him as he drank deeper. The room felt too hot. My legs wrapped around him without thinking. Hate and lust twisted so tight in my chest I couldn’t breathe right.
He finally pulled back, tongue lapping slowly over the bite marks to seal them. He stood up.
I sighed and rubbed my neck, body still buzzing.
He turned back. “Violet.”
I looked up. “My prince.”
“Have we met before? Before your selection.”
My heart thrashed violently in my chest. Did he realize? I shook my head fast. “No.”
“Yes. I imagine we wouldn't have met. I just wanted to be sure because I’m feeling this kind of bond with you but don’t worry.”
A week after that incident, I was called to his study late. The bond had been building pressure all week. His feedings had gotten so much more intimate.
When I stepped in, Caspian stood there with a glass in his hands, dressed in a green night robe. I stopped by the door. “My prince.”
He poured another drink and handed it to me. I accepted it but didn’t drink.
“I’ve got an idea,” he said with an air of authority.
“An idea about what?”
He dropped his glass and let his eyes roam over my body for a minute, taking in every aspect of my lovely form. My slim body, my well shaped legs, my large breasts. He took a sharp breath in.
What a beautiful blood servant I have, he chuckled to himself.
I didn’t say a word. My pulse quickened.
He took a step closer. “I’ve got an idea for us to release this sexual tension that’s been building between us for weeks now.”
“Ohh.”
He walked closer and skimmed his finger down my breast. I shivered hard. He used his thumb to lift my face so I had to look at him. “You’re a blood servant and I’ll need your consent for this to happen.”
I nodded and shifted closer to him. “This will be the last time this will happen?"
He kissed me hard, squeezing my breast. “I supposed it could be. I don't do blood servants. I just want to get off this weird sexual tension.”
His words landed heavily in my chest. Hurt clouded my senses.
He slowly unbuttoned my chest while his lips took mine roughly, his body grinding into mine. I could feel his hard erection pressing against me. He pulled off the cloth and stopped kissing me.
Suddenly he reached down and tore my panties and bra off. I gasped at the forceful removal of my remaining clothes. My arousal was obvious.
Caspian reached down and slid a finger into my cunt. He pulled it out and sucked the juices off.
“Hmm… If I didn’t know better, I would think you like this sort of thing. But from the way you were acting earlier, I guess you don’t,” Caspian said with a smile.
He slid his clothes off, revealing his well toned body. His chest was huge and well built like brick from years of working out. His arms were well muscled, big and defined. My eyes trailed down lower till I took in his V-shaped line. My eyes widened. His cock was huge. It was the biggest one I had ever seen. It’s not like I’ve been with any man but I’ve worked in a house where all the men flaunt their cocks around. It was at least 8 inches long and pretty damn thick. He looked like a demigod. I knew Caspian was hot but staring at him now… he’s so fucking hot.
Caspian moved and rested his hands on my shoulders pulling her down forcefully and positioned his cock next to my mouth.
I stared at the thick length right in front of me, veins pulsing, the head already glistening. My heart pounded. Heat flooded my face and between my legs. He looked powerful, commanding, every inch of him hard and ready.
My hands trembled as I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the base. It was heavy, hot, and so thick my fingers barely met. I felt a twisted mix of hate and raw want curling in my stomach.
Part of me wanted to bite it off. Another part wanted to taste him so badly it scared me.
“Suck it, Violence.”
