His Slave, His Mate

New plan

I slept very poorly that night. My dreams were filled with a purple-haired girl that couldn't master water magic and, by accident, set the water on fire... and then the whole world.

A slight shiver ran up my back.

I knew that there was more behind her than covenants past and I was going to find out what they were hiding, other than the young fire witch.

In the indecent early hours of the morning, I heard a sharp knock on the door, that awakened me.

Without waiting for my answer, Damien marched into the room and pulled back the curtains, letting in the bright morning light.

"Rise and shine, little half breed."

I pulled the covers over my head, blocking out the lights and the annoying man that was disturbing my sleep, while groaning at the same time.

" Come on, get up, we have a lot of things to do before the fairy council arrives."

He f*****g pulled off the covers from my body with more strength than I expected and it almost set me flying through the room.

"Noo...it's too early to get up. Go hide from the sunlight like a normal vampire or do whatever your species does.

"It wouldn't be too early if you would have gone to sleep at a reasonable time."

I rolled my eyes as I climbed out of bed. A big part of me wanted to stick out my tongue or show him any other inappropriate sign expressing my current emotions, but I controlled myself.

"Do I have time for a shower or do you need me straight away, my Lord?"

" You have 10 minutes to meet me downstairs in my study, servant girl."

The last words sounded so natural coming out of his lips. I guess it should, because he probably lived through the medieval times and was probably some sort of a lord that ruled over some great lands with the ruthless hands or something.

"As you say, my Lord."

With a deep sight I walked straight to the bathroom, knowing full well that I had only a few moments to make myself feel alive. Thoughts about taking a shower were seducing me, but for the time that I had, it wasn't an option.

So I did the bear minimum, I braided my hair into one thick braid and brushed my teeth.

After taking care of my other morning business, I rushed into the bedroom happy to find it empty. At least I had the privacy to get dressed on my own.

I dressed quickly and made my way downstairs. A big part of me wanted to grab something to eat or get myself a coffee, but I knew better. I wasn't in a position to be too disrespectful, especially when I could control myself. I know that I will mess up on my own, without even thinking about it, so I had to do what I could, because Damien doesn't seem the type to ignore my mess-ups and our deal is the only thing keeping me alive.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to his study and saw him sitting in his little frown with papers spread out in front of him.

"You are on time, good. Now get your ass here, we have a lot to discuss and plan. We only have a few hours and you have to be totally ready for this. The deal I'm making this time is quite important for me and I don't want you messing up any of this."

As I walked closer to the table I saw that the papers in front of him had photos of each of the fairy council men. Each sheet had a pictures and detailed information on the person.

"I hope you know how the fairy court works? Who makes decisions and so on?"

"I know the basics."

I quickly scanned through each page in front of me. This wasn't just the generic information, this was juicy information that could cause a lot of problems. If one of these pages got leaked there would be a huge scandal and, by the looks of it, even a great chance of a revolution or with somebody ending up dead.

"Are you black mailing them for whatever your goal is?"

"A little bit... maybe, but not really. This is just a last plan, worst case scenario type of thing. I will use this if they refuse my offer."

My eyes traveled up from the table and I looked straight at him. He was no longer the laid back jockster.... no... he was the Devil that everybody knows to fear.

The fiery burning in his eyes showed only a shadow of what he had done over the years. How many systems has he shattered... how much chaos has he started....?

And is it wrong that I find it very... alarmingly attractive?

FUCK.

I can't think of him like that. I had to push all of those emotions down and pretend that there was nothing there.

" Okay, so what do you want me to do?"

"Yes, my little half breed, your task will be to draw their attention to yourself. To cloud their better judgement, to seduce them even. So they would loose their focus?"

In surprise I lifted my eyes to his face again.

"What?"

"These men, my dear little witch, these councilmen are all in their late 50s, well, in fairy years, but in reality they are hundreds of years old and they're all disgusting old men, horny for s*x and happy to get a peek at any type of woman's body, especially a curvy one like yours. All I ask is to be a distraction for them. To block their blood from flowing to their upper head. I need their illogical thinking so that they won't think too much about my plan. They wouldn't look for the reasoning behind my plan."

"And what would that be your great plan? Or great reasoning or whatever you're trying to get out of these men?"

With a soft chuckle, his eyes traveled from the page and stared straight into mine. There were little flames of mischief in them. Promising a great deal of chaos.

"It is a secret. You don't need to burden your little pretty head with it, you need to worry about looking sexy and seducing all these old farts into believing that they have a chance with you."

"You do know that you're way way older than all of them put together probably?"

"So? But I am also a lot smarter and a lot better looking than all of them."

I rolled my eyes at his comment. He is right, I am sure there is none hotter than him on the fairy council.

"And how do you imagine I will seduce these old farts as you put it?'

He looked at me for a second as a smile creeped its way onto his lips . With a wink he.... Did he really just wink at me? He turned around and picked up a hanger with a dress from the back of his chair.

The dress was sexy, sexier than my leather one. This one was made of red silk that will wrap around my body like second skin. But what looked most troublesome, was the deep V.

"So you are whoring me out for this deal?"

His head shot up straight away.

"NO. No one is touching you. You are mine for the next few years and I won't let anyone touch what's mine, without a permission."

Why the hell was this making me feel warm inside?