Cold Blood Beast

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Everest

I pull her to my chest and lay down on her small bed, my feet hanging off the edge. Her tender hands gracefully flattened against my chest and my heart sped up.

I felt blood rush to my cheeks and my groin. I closed my eyes to calm myself down. I felt hot as she lay against me.

Finally, this moment I dreamt of constantly was real. It didn't feel real, but Lia assured me it was. My mother always said to follow my heart. But she never told me my heart would lead me to her. It just got me curious about her mother.

"Lia?" Her name fell from my lips like a lullaby.

"Mmm?" She mumbled against the skin of my neck and I needed to hold my breath for a beat before speaking again.

I rolled us onto my side so I could lean my elbow on the bed and rest my hand in my palm to look down at her. My free hand moved to the thin material on her waist, slightly pulling at the beige silk and holding her close.

Her soft skin was so exposed in only her nightdress. It was untouched and smooth. It made me want to caress her until she burned with embarrassment.

"What was your mother like?" I whisper.

She freezes up for a split second before swallowing hard.

"My father says she was very beautiful and that I look exactly like her. But I never really knew her, or never really saw a photo." She said before following up the same question to me.

"What was your mother like?"

"She had blonde hair and soft glowing yellow eyes. White wings and a hearty smile that I faintly remember. Her motherly touch before I went to bed. The unsaid 'I love you's and the way she'd hold me after a fight with dad. We'd whisper stories to one another. And I miss her." I said truthfully.

She stared up at me with worry. I probably gave her the same look. "She sounded wonderful," Lia whispers truthfully. I felt a softness swell in my heart knowing we both understood this kind of pain so easily. I am consistently being reminded of my mother considering it's the week of the festival. That thought in my head made me think of something very important.

I clear my throat before speaking. "I know this is quite abrupt but would you like to come to the festival with me?" I say in a low voice.

She is quick to answer. "I'd love to! I've always wanted to see a festival. Not so sure what that is though Everest." She admits. My name rolls off her lips like sweet sugar. God, I need to kiss her again.

"Festivals can be a celebration- in this case, the celebration of my mother's life," I explain. "There's lots of food and fancy wines. The whole town gets together and we have a big party."

"Like a birthday party?" Lia asks seriously. Her big beautiful doe eyes stared up at me with wonder. I can't help but subtly inch closer to her warm body. My hand trailed down to her hip bone.

Her eyes glance down at my hands and I can feel her thighs close tightly.

"Yes like a birthday party... I think? I'm not so sure... I've only had two birthday parties in my life." I say furrowing my eyebrows and thinking hard. I can barely remember when. Both of them my mother threw for me and after she was gone no one else seemed to care.

Lia's lip pouts a bit and she looks sad. Did I say something? Man, how did I screw this up already? I start to grow panicky.

"Are you okay? What did I do?" I say and my voice comes out concerned.

She doesn't answer just wraps her small arms around my waist and pulls herself into me. Her head was buried in my chest.

I place my hand on her head and run my fingers through her hair. Lia looks up at me before speaking. "I will throw you a birthday party." She says with promise.

I can't help but laugh. "That's why you were so upset my beautiful?" I say looking back at her and she glares at me. She sits up looking down at me from above with her hands still on my chest.

I love this angle.

Her cute little glare is funny to me but I hold in my laugh. "That's very nice of you." I choose to say.

"My dad could build you a canvas and we can paint together." Lia smiles with a slight blush, embarrassed by her words.

"I can get you as many canvases as you'd like you know," I remark and her mouth drops open.

We talk back and forth for another two hours. She keeps trying to stifle her yawns and it makes me feel slightly guilty. The candle burnt out long ago and I notice her eyes drooping sleepily.

I stand up and head towards the window but she grabs my arm.

"Everest." She says softly and stands off the bed.

She makes her way over to me and immediately my arms are open for her. She fits into them easily and my wings wrap around her.

Lia stands on her toes the best she can and is still no match to my height. I bend slightly and trail my hands up her back. The material on her nightdress rose against her skin. I'm obsessed with her. Deep in my thoughts and dazed with her in my arms, I feel her lips brush over mine. Suddenly I get a sense of her embarrassment but it switches to desire and then nervousness.

She doesn't say a word as she moves her head and places a swift kiss on my cheek.

My arms hold her tighter and I move my head and capture her lips with mine. I kiss her hard and passionate to show my goodbye.

I didn't want to leave her but her small human body needed rest.

She pulls away and my heart skips a beat.

I wrap my arms around her frame and crush her against me again for one last hug.

"I'll see you tomorrow okay? I'll have the forests cleared out and my most trusted guards on the lookout for your departure so you're safe. No one will hurt you ever again. Not under my rule. Especially since they know the consequences." I say seriously after being reminded of that vile guard who laid a hand on her. From what I know right now he fled the village. That still wasn't enough for me because I wanted him dead.

Lia looks up at me with an earnest nod.

I hesitantly pull away and move towards her window putting a leg over the ledge. I look over at her one last time to see her rubbing her eyes sleepily before I'm flying to the ground.

I stare up at the dark bedroom window wishing with everything in me to go back up there, not even sure what I would've said this time. My heart was racing in her presence. I felt so cold now being without her.

I decided to take my time and walk home instead of flying so my thoughts wouldn't be interrupted by my father when I arrived back at the castle.

Thoughts or her skin on mine. Her beautiful lips. That small dimple that shows when she laughs. Everything.