Blood Betrayal

Chapter Eleven

"Fighting with the little Queen of yours?" Ishbel asked as she removed the sheet that had been draped around her shoulders. With a sweeping motion, she returned it to its place on the bed.

Desperate to lay down he disrobed before answering. "I would rather not discuss it."

"Oh, not keen to talk." She climbed into bed shimmying suggestively. As he crawled in beside her she rolled on her side and pushed herself up on an elbow letting her ghostly white eyes sweep over his body before he covered himself with a blanket. "Or would you rather tell me what it is that's bothering you?"

Settling on his back he placed his hands behind his head. He fixed his eyes on a crack between the stones in the ceiling. "You know that I hate discussing the court's problems."

"I know you don't usually get twisted up over court problems and you're acting well off." Gently running her hand over his chest she cuddled in close to his side. "When you come here upset you either want to talk or get aggressive. So which is it?"

He could guess which of those two scenarios she was hoping for. She liked him aggressive. It was an exciting way to work out a few of his more violent tendencies.

"Neither I just want to sleep," he reiterated.

"You sure?" Leaning in she laid kisses against the pulse at his neck.

Sex and blood were so very linked that most sex involved a few nibbles but sharing blood wasn't something he had the luxury of doing without sharing whatever alchemy his blood held. For that reason, he had never been comfortable letting anyone put their mouth on him.

Stealing his blood was high treason and meant death. She wasn't dumb enough to try unless she thought that he wouldn't kill her. Honestly, if she did try he wasn't sure that he could bring himself to do it. Still, just having her sharp mouth so close to his skin made his entire body tense up. He felt racked with pent up arousal at the mere thought of her teeth and a restless apprehension that she would actually try.

"Piss off girl. You are well aware that I hate that."

"Your body likes it well enough." She moved her hand down between his legs. His cock was already half-hard under her palm. "I can't help misbehaving but you can try and spank it out of me if you like."

Her absurd offer made him smile. It was his first genuine smile since Ghanny had been attacked. Ishbel could be a handful but she was amusing.

Still grinning he arched a brow. "I doubt that would achieve anything besides getting you all slick and wanton."

"Oh but I'm already all wet and wanting you." Tossing a leg over his waist she straddled him slowly working her hips over his. With his hands still behind his head, he watched the colour of her pupils expand turning her eyes from white to black.

Before too long the lust in her gaze and the way she moved her body had him achingly hard and twitching against the heated slickness between her legs.

Shifting under her he reached out to feel the weight of her ample breast and the hardened bud of her nipple in his hand. "Tell me what you want and make it simple."

Letting out a soft purring growl she pulled her nails down his chest hard enough to draw a hissed groan from him. "I want you up, I want to ride your cock and I want your hands on my ass while I do it." She had never been coy.

Sitting up he slid his hands under her ass and picked her up just enough to push himself inside her tight core. The familiarity of her body was just as comforting as her company.