The Vampire's Court

Chapter 6- Dimitri *smut warning!*

Dimitri settled into the plush velvet seat of his carriage, a self-satisfied smile spreading across his face as he gazed out into the night. The mental games he had played tonight had brought him immense amusement, particularly the way Morgan had swallowed his ruse.

"Hook, line, and sinker." He chuckled lightly to himself, propping his feet up.

The idiot had no idea he was dealing with the very person he feared.

But as the carriage rattled on, Dimitri's thoughts began to wander, his mind drifting to the one person who had truly caught his attention tonight— Seraphine. He couldn't help but recall the way she had sparkled in the moonlight, her curves tantalizingly displayed in that blood red gown.

His thoughts started growing more explicit, his imagination running wild with visions of her plump backside and curvy waist. He pictured himself tracing the lines of her body, his fingers skimming over her skin...

He gripped the seat with his strong hands, nails digging into the wood, leaving scrapes along the dark stained mahogany as lower parts of him stiffened and twitched with arousal.

Dimitri's eyes snapped back into focus, his jaw clenched in self-rebuke. What was he doing? He had no intentions of consummating this marriage, no intentions of loving her. She was merely a pawn in his game of power and control. The longer citizens don't ask questions, the longer he can rule before he has to glamour himself and use his energy to keep them ignorant to his true nature.

But his mind refused to listen, his thoughts straying back to Seraphine with a persistence that frustrated him. The carriage had barely come to a full stop before he burst the carriage door open, practically leaping out onto the steps of his manor.

Barricading himself in his study, Dimitri slammed the door shut behind him, his breathing heavy. Pacing, he realized he was sweating, feeling flustered. He stripped himself of the cloths around his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, his hand trembling slightly as he raised it to his lips.

The room was dimly lit, the only sound was the crackling of the fire. Dimitri's gaze drifted to the flames, his eyes burning with an intensity that matched the fire's— only to be reminded of luscious, flaming locks. He reached his hand into his coat pocket, sitting in his chair. He felt a strange velvet on his finger tips, and pulled the mystery fabric out.

"What's this?" He pondered, unfolding the fabric.

His eyes widened as he realized that it was Seraphine's glove.

"That little vixen.." Dimitri muttered, caught off guard but impressed by such a bold move. How did he not even noticed she slipped this into his coat? When had she done it?

That intoxicating scent of hers crept back in his mind. He stared at the glove intently before he couldn't take it anymore, he brought the glove to his nose and inhaled deeply.

He imagined the feel of her soft, long fingers tracing his sculpted body, her long nails scraping down his back. And those beautiful, full lips. He stiffened, and it twitched again.

A quick image of Seraphine's full lips wrapped around his cock flash in his mind, his eyes snapping open. His hand rips his belt off in a swift motion, throwing it across the room and quickly finds his shaft. The other hand holding her glove tightly against his nose as he panted softly, his imagination running wild with visions of her, his body responding to the delicious fantasy that danced in his mind.

As worked himself, his body jerked and twitched in pleasure as he imagined her soft, warm mouth on him. How amazing the sight would be to hold her fiery hair as he watched her bob up and down on his mighty length, feeling every inch of her throat. He growled into the glove, holding part of it his teeth to silence his moans.

"Fuuuck.." he sighed heavily, his voice husky and low, as his hand worked furiously in time with his fantasy. His eyes closed tightly in concentration, he could almost actually feel her tongue moving marvelously across his shaft.

He gripped the glove so tightly his knuckles become white, intense pleasure coursing through every muscle in his body. His moans turning to almost pleading whimpers as he got closer to his release.

His mind suddenly snaps to Seraphine's gorgeous emeralds eyes. Oh.. the see her look him dead in the eyes with his cock in that pretty mouth, the image unraveled him and his orgasm ripped through him.

He roared into the glove between his teeth, still inhaling her sweet scent as he came.

He sat in his chair for a few minutes, panting, glove still tightly gripped in his hand, that now hung beside him, staring at the ceiling.

He stared at the almost pitch black ceiling, the candlelight dancing across its intricate tiles.

"Well... that hasn't happened in a while.." he said to himself, confused as to what came over him

"It's out of my system, this was simply just a release." He thought, cleaning himself off, and cursing himself.

He relaxed for a fleeting moment. But as the night wore on, Dimitri's frustration grew. He couldn't understand why his mind kept betraying him, why he couldn't shake the image of Seraphine from his thoughts. He was the Duke, after all. He was in control.

Or so he told himself.