Madeline didn’t need anyone to remind her of the pain it would bring. Yes, it would be painful, but there is a difference between getting pierced by a thorn and Cassian’s fang sinking straight into her skin.
The difference was the pleasure, there’s no pleasure in getting pierced by a thorn, or maybe, the only reason why she doesn’t consider the pain was because the one with the fangs was Cassian? Whatever the case might be, Madeline knew she had to do this to help him receive his strength, so regardless of the pain and pleasure, she was doing it because he needed it.
Madeline’s heartbeat leapt from her chest to her throat when Cassian knelt in front of her. He didn’t even bother to respond to her question and just went down on his knees. His red beaming eyes glanced at Madeline, still withholding himself in case he sensed any hesitation or fear from her body language, but to his awe, she looked rather determined as she stared straight into his eyes.
"Do it." She gave the order.
Returning his coy gaze back to her covered thighs, Cassian lifted the hem of her dress, taking it up until her smooth creamy thighs came into view. The carriage was still riding smoothly down the street, and the Coachman, who was oblivious to what was happening inside the carriage, hummed a romantic tune in the air.
"Hold it." His eyes shifted to the dress he had lifted further up her thighs, and Madeline held on to it, but pulled it down enough for it to cover her underwear. He hadn’t even started, but Madeline could feel her face burning in anticipation.
Tantalizingly, Cassian’s hand slid to her thighs, feeling its warmth, and then he gave it a squeeze, one that elicited a gasp from Madeline, and Cassian’s eyes snapped at her, his head tilted to the side.
"I thought we agreed on no noise making?"
"Then you better stop with the teasing and get to it, fast." Madeline whispered loud enough for him to hear, and Cassian’s lips curved to the side in a devious manner, loving her impatience.
His gaze returned back to her exposed thighs, and he growled. "Don’t rush me."
Saying this, he lowered his head further and sunk his fangs into the tender skin of her thighs, and the sharp sting almost had Madeline screaming out, but she slapped her palm against her mouth, remembering her own audacious words of not making a sound.
Cassian’s fangs pierced deeper into her tender skin, drawing out more blood. The taste of her blood against his tongue awakened his desire to take as much as blood as he wanted from her. To be genuinely honest, the blood on her thighs tasted sweeter than the ones he usually takes from her neck, and this was just a random option his mind had dangerously come up with.
If her blood could taste this incredibly good down here, he wondered how it’d taste in other parts of her body. Just thinking about it made him subconsciously suck on her thighs, taking in her blood, and he didn’t rush it, trying his best to enjoy the moment without interruption.
Madeline’s finger held onto the material of her dress, squeezing it in her grip while her other hand continued to clasp her mouth, keeping her shut. Just like she had predicted, the pain had reduced, and it was replaced by the familiar pleasure of having his mouth against her burning skin.
The temperature in the carriage increased, and Madeline held back a whimper when he sucked for long to the point she could feel the strength in her thighs decreasing. He told her he wasn’t going to stop until he’s had enough, but the mistake she made was not asking how much of her blood he needed.
In all the fairy-tale books she’s read, there was not a single book that said anything about vampires taking bite from other places except the neck, which was more like a tradition since the one who gets bitten is marked as the vampire’s mate, but her own vampire husband, was sinfully arousing while also taking blood from her thighs.
If there was a law book for vampires, she believed Cassian would be the first to break every damn rule.
"Cas." She whispered his name, and when he looked at her with those hypnotizing eyes, his lips still glued to her thighs, Madeline felt dizzy.
Oh God save her from this man.
"Won’t you consider taking a break?" She whispered, her breathing somewhat ragged, but Cassian had no intention of stopping since he was having a moment of his life in between her legs, the taste of her blood was driving him insane and he didn’t want to stop.
"Timeout." Uttered Madeline, and Cassian finally took one last draw of her blood, relishing on the euphoric sweetness before pulling back.
Madeline shivered impulsively when she felt his tongue lick the skin of her thighs, sending ripples and uncountable numbers of ripples flowing through her system, and he locked gaze with her, licking off the blood that he was sure had smeared his lips.
"I’m never doing this with you ever again." He heard her say as she sighed back, and Cassian helped her cover up his property, his red eyes locking with hers with a tinge of possessiveness swirling deep in them.
"Trust me when I say, you will. It happened once, it can happen again." He patted her thighs gently, as if he wanted to soothe the heat down there.
This man definitely had many sides to him that still left Madeline speechless each time it was unleashed. How can one easily change from a demanding Cacodemon to a caring angel?
Back in the Palace of the upper East quarters, Alaric had just finished paying a visit to his sick father until the darkness of the night visited the sky. With his sick father asleep, Alaric left the room and told the three guards he positioned at the door to keep watch.
Unbeknownst to him, the minute he stepped out of the room, a shadowy figure quietly sneaked in from the window. Since the window had been locked as expected, the shadowy figure brought out his blade and drew a large circle against the glass, and when he was done, he took that part he had drawn, removing it and using it as his entrance into the former King’s room.