The Vampire Kings Slave Mate

Chapter 10: Mary

The door made a creaking sound and I grimaced. No not again. I couldn’t handle being sprayed by the hose again, Beatrice and Annie had come in here two more times since tying me up and soaked me with the ice cold water from the laundry hose. My entire body was numb for the cold, I had lost circulation to my hands and feet hours ago. I had started to lose hope that I would love through the night. The only thing keeping me alive was my need to avenge Anya’s needless death.

I heard a set of footsteps rounding the corner.

“Puh..puh… please, na..na..no more.” I managed to get out, unable to stop my teeth from clacking together due to the amount of shivering my body was doing. My vision was fading in and out and I get dizzy. I tried to fight the lose of consciousnesses, knowing I needed to talk to these girls and make them see reason.

Then I saw them , two deep red orbs starring back at me.

“Nik…” I whispered barely able to get his name out, before I lost consciousness.

and safe, protected. They were such abnormal feelings to have, given that Nikolai, the Vampire King, was the reason why. I heard a slicing noise and then felt my bonds loosen, I felt the blood begin to pump back into my hands and feet,(This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)  I still couldn’t find the strength to open my eyes or to speak again. Nikolai started to rub my wrists first, trying to get the blood flowing to my hands quicker. When his skin made contact with mine it felt like I was being

he roared, his tone taking on

hand firmly, I didn’t want him to leave me. His body stiffened at my touch, and I felt hurt by his reaction, I don’t know why I felt hurt, after all I am just a meal to him. After a short while

whispered quietly under his breath. I had no clue what the last part of the sentence meant but I

Tomorrow I would go back to hating all supernaturals, tonight, with the darkness as our cover, I would relax into the comfort the Vampire King was providing me with. I felt him stiffen again as I snuggled into his chest, inhaling his scent, he smelt so good, like sandalwood with some earthy tones. The same scent I use to use, at home, to help calm me down when

angry again.’ But I didn’t have the strength to pull myself out of

around me holding me tightly, but the other arm, that had been cradling my head, he brought out in front of him. I could suddenly smell what had made him so angry as the smell of iron waft by. I was still bleeding from my head wound, is this why I felt so weak still? I barely had the energy to open my eyes, but I needed to see him, I needed to be prepared for whatever was to come from his anger. What I didn’t expect to see was his bringing his hand to his face, and licking my blood off of him. The way his

thumb and the forefinger, causing it to bleed. He