Reign of Blood

Chapter Fifteen

The bitch knew how to torture people. He had to give her that. She knew what she was doing.

On that fine summer's day, Chronos was given his first tour of the castle gardens, tugged forwards by a gang of witches that held him by a chain around his neck. In other words, his leash. Because he was a dog. Annaliese's pet.

If not for any other crime, then Annaliese would pay for this.

He knew just how he'd make her pay for this one, too. If Annaliese wanted to keep him on a leash, then he could do the same to her. He'd tie her down to his bed and treat her this same way she was treating him. Instead of social humiliation, she'd suffer sexual torment.

He'd have her arms tied to the headboard and her legs pinned down to the bed. He'd have her begging as he started his torture on her. His cock would start at her mouth and he'd trail it down with his lips, denying her the sexual release when she wanted it.

He'd own her the way she was owning him.

Though he cared not for the opinion of witches and vampires, his pride had never been stung quite so aggressively as it had been now.

The collar had been one thing. This was next level.

Annaliese was hitting him where it hurt.

Stupid woman. Smart woman. Annaliese knew exactly how to get under his skin.

Payback.

Of course.

Apparently, she really hadn't appreciated him hunting for answers last night. In revenge, she'd done her blood magic on him and punished him.

He resented her magic for it. If he could find it in himself to care about her, then her pesky magic would be a good thing. It'd keep the threats at bay, a constant defence. But it was a different story when she used it on him.

She won't be laughing when I return this treatment.

By the end of the year, he'd have her in his own bedroom, tied to the end of the bed in the same degrading manner. He swore it. Only Annaliese would be naked, touching herself and begging for his cock.

She was going to beg for him. Chronos would feel the need to deny her, to watch her cry, but in the end, he'd give in. The allure of her sweet, hot pussy would be too much for him.

By then, they'd be craving each other too much to deny themselves of a sexual release.

Despite the poppy fields and breeze, Chronos could scent her.

She haunts me.

No matter. I'll make her pay.

"I wish I had a pet werewolf," One of the witches muttered whimsically to another. "Just look at him. You don't see faces like that around Veneficus."

"What do you think he's looking for?" Another asked.

"Annaliese, probably."

Chronos gritted his teeth. The witches were right. His gaze was searching, seeking out the bitch. He could scent her, which meant she was nearby.

"Do you think she'll sample him before she lets him go back to the Territories?"

"What? Take a werewolf to bed? Annaliese? Don't be daft Amber. You and I both know that's not how Annaliese works. It doesn't matter how good the werewolf looks."

"I know that she hates them, but according to the Squire, she's developing a soft spot for this one. You and I also know that she always takes what she wants. If she wants the werewolf, she'll have the werewolf."