Hazel and Maeve

Chapter 12

-Maeve POV-

I hightailed it out of the office as I didn't want to be around for whatever conversation was about to happen between those two. I also didn't need to hear the 'making up' part of that conversation, either. Seems Dante and Echo got the same idea as they practically zoomed past me. I just shook my head at them as I led Casimir towards one of the bathrooms that are on this level. Especially the one that had privacy. Just in case my sneaky twin was trying to find me. Although she might not be with Sebastian around… With that thought, I need to get back soon because I do not like his mother. There is something wrong with that woman. The way she looked at my sister, along with her disrespect. I just want to rip her head off, BUT I cannot. I promised to be on my best behavior tonight.

Quickly shaking out my thoughts, I bring Casimir to the secret bathroom on this floor. You wouldn't even know it was on this level unless you were directed here. My Pa, Axel, built this bathroom, and I do not want to know the reasoning behind it. Just that I am thankful for it being here. Stopping right in front of the bathroom, I turn around only to find Casimir right there with no room in between us. I tilt my head up just as he brings his gaze down to meet mine. Our eyes holding each other hostage.

"I guess I will wait out here while you.." Trailing off, I take in his blood-stained hand. Feeling a sense of anger rush through me. What the f*ck.

Mia: That is jealousy, girlfriend.

Me: What are you on about?

Mia: You are feeling jealous over the fact that someone else's blood is covering his hand. When you want it to be our blood.

Me: Shut up.

I cut off the mindlink as thoughts fill my head of Casimir sinking his fangs into my neck. Feeling my warm blood drip down my neck as he licks it up. His warm wet tongue dragging ever so slowly over my neck. Getting his hand wet with my blood.. only to…

F*ck. Stop it. Snapping my gaze back up to mate, I don't miss the look in his eyes. "I'll wait out here while you wash your hand off."

"Hmm. I could always just lick my hand clean. No sense in wasting water." A growl rips out of me just as he cracks a smirk. His eyes growing a darker shade of red.

"Fuck." Gasping out as my back is slammed into the door.

I try to hold back a moan as I feel Casimir's hand wrap around my throat. My eyes almost roll into the back of my head when Casimir leans down until our noses are touching. His hand tightening around my throat.

"What is the matter, diavolina?" (little devil) His voice wrapping around me while he lightly drags his nose along my cheek. "Are you upset at thinking of me licking this blood off of my hand?"

"Yes. It fills me with rage."

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." The clicking/tsking noise causing a whimper to leave my throat. "You should know better, mostriciattola. (little monster) How could I ever want to taste another's blood when I have you in my arms? All I want is to feel your pulse as I sink my fangs into your vein." Holy f*ck. "To drink from you. To taste how wet you are for me. To feel the need pulsing through your body as my c**k weeps for you." Holy f*ck. I cannot help the moan that slips out of my mouth while my clit throbs. "I have had to hold myself back all night. Do you think that I have not smelled your p***y weeping for me? I could practically taste your delicious nectar every time your c*nt wept. And, tell me, mostriciattola… If I were to shove my hand down your pants, would I find your c*nt weeping for me?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, that is not the correct answer. Try again."

"F*ck.." I whine out. "I don't... I don't know what you want me to say."

"Tell me your p***y is weeping for me."

"My p*ssy is weeping for you."

"Hmm, what a good mostriciattola you are. Listening to your owner as I own you." F*cking f*ck. How did his voice get deeper? And the amount of dominance in his tone? I need a new thong.

"Am I the only one you have ever owned?" I hated sounding small as I asked, but I needed to know. Staring into his eyes, I watch as they darken by the second.

"No being on this planet has had the pleasure of being owned. Why would I lower myself to find pleasure in someone that is not worthy of me? There is only one being on this planet that has the pleasure of being owned. The one who was fated to be mine. You, mio sole. Only you." I blink at his words. Opening and closing my mouth, I try to find words, but nothing comes out. Casimir smirks at my reaction. "I may not have touched another soul, but that does not mean that I do not know my wants and cravings. Now tell me.." Dropping his smirk, his expression turns deadly. "Tell me that I am the only one to touch you this way."

"And if there was someone?" I taunt him with a smile.

Casimir smiles to where it shows off his fangs. "Oh, mostriciattola. I would have to kill them in front of you. After I showed them what they will never get again. I am a jealous and possessive man, and I will not allow anyone to walk this earth knowing what your body feels like beneath their fingertips."

Softening my gaze, I left my hand to cup his cheek. "I am untouched. I was saving myself for my mate. Only my mate. Plus, I had too much going on to even think of breaking that rule I made to myself. For the past 3 years, I just had repeat days. Nightmare, training, going to school, speaking to my Uncle, and going to bed to do it all over again." His eyes soften as he takes in my words.

"How did a cold-hearted monster like myself end up finding his own sun to offer him warmth for the first time? For the first time in 1000 years, I now know what it truly means to bask in the rays of the sun."

Tears prick my eyes as I bring my other hand up to cup his cheeks. Bringing his lips to mine. Lips smashing together as the taste of salt seeps into the kiss. My tears wetting our lips just as my mouth opens when I feel his tongue slip along my bottom lip. I happily open my mouth as Casimir uses his hand on my throat to tilt my head to the side. His tongue plunges into my mouth while my tongue seeks out his. Our tongues twirl together, my tastebuds lit up as I drown in his taste. Moaning, I suck on his tongue like it was his d*ck. Growling, he pulls back, causing me to whine at the loss of him.

Smirking, he licks his lips as I narrow my eyes. "Mhm, if we keep this up, then I will no longer be able to control myself. I will end up ripping your pants off to shove my tongue in your weeping p*ssy. To taste the only holy water that can forgive me of all of my sins."