“Thank you, Lucie.”
The servant bowed her head again, gave a small glance at him, and walked out of the room briskly.
“Such a sweet child she is. Gaijryc, what do you think about the guests wearing masks at the ball? I personally think it would add a little flare of mystery to the evening, don’t you?”
He looked at his mother, knowing very well that she wasn’t asking him her opinion, but rather telling him what they would be doing. He nodded, not bothering to answer her second question, just replying to the first. “Yes, she is a sweet child.”
“You know, Gaijryc, if you had just mated with Iena, then we wouldn’t even have to go along with this silly ball.”
He glanced at Iena, who in turn gave him a smile as she leaned back against her chair. The dress she wore was cut impossibly low, her breasts practically spilling out of the nearly transparent fabric. Her nipples were prominent through the whit material, the deep red of her areolas clearly visible. If he didn’t know how she was, the nature of her very soul, then he might have been inclined to follow his mother’s wishes. She was a striking creature, but the fact that her heart was black made his cock shrivel up in distaste. She noticed him examining her and no doubt thought it was because he found her attractive. In all reality he was thinking what DarkShine would be crazy to be associated with such a female. She ran her hand up her neck, her blood red nail polish glinting off lighting.
“Is there anything I can do for you, my lord?”
He looked into her amber colored eyes, eyes that showed no emotion. He knew what she wanted, knew she wanted to sit next to him on the throne and rule over their kind. She was too cruel to be queen of the DarkShine, too heartless when it came to their people. He needed, wanted a queen that shared his compassion, shared his empathy for all creatures. What he wanted was Helina, for himself as well as sitting in the throne next to him. He knew that could never happen. His kind would never allow a human to rule over them.
He could just leave with her; take her away to a place where they could spend their time alone together. Even though that was the ideal thing he would love to do, he knew he would never be able to escape. Any of his kin could find him, their blood matching his own and making the hunting and tracking easy.
“What are you thinking about, Gaijryc?”
He brought his attention back to Iena and realized that he had been thinking so deeply that his eyesight had been trained on her breasts. He hadn’t even realized the fact, but Iena hadn’t missed that little detail and had taken it the wrong way. He looked over at his mother’s now empty chair. “Where is my mother?”
“She said she had something to do, said she wanted to give us some alone time.”
Iena stood up and smoothed a hand down her breasts and over her mound. Her pussy stood out through the fabric, the hairless slit clear even from where he was sitting. Her dress was so short he wondered why she even bothered to wear it. It barley skimmed the bottom of her pussy as she walked toward him.
“You know, Gaijryc, all you would have to do is mate me and we wouldn’t have to go through this whole female selection at the ball.”
She sat on the table in front of him, squeezing her way through so he was forced to lean back. She placed her feet on the arms of his chair, her dress sliding up her thighs and presenting her bald pussy to him. He looked at it momentarily before looking back at her face, disgust overwhelming him. She did this every time they were alone—attempted to offer herself to him even though he made it clear he wasn’t interested.
“You should really stop this, Iena.”
She pulled her pussy lips farther apart and leaned back on the table. “Try a taste, Gaijryc.”
He pushed his chair back and stood. Her eyes dropped to his pants, her face becoming the dark mask as she realized he wasn’t aroused.
“Is there another, Gaijryc? What female could possibly compete with this?” She made her point by spreading her legs as wide as they could go.
“There will never be anything between us, Iena.”
“You weren’t saying that when you were fucking me.” She smiled at him, all teeth and fangs as she sat back up.
“That was over a hundred years ago. My tastes have changed.”
She jumped off the table so fast if he had been a lesser being he might have been intimidated. As it was, he was just bored of her actions to try and manipulate him.
“Your mother loves me, Gaijryc. You would please her if you just mated me and we gave her grandchildren.”
He laughed at her comment. There was no way he would ever have children with her. She was much too cruel to take care of his young, to be a mother to his offspring. When he did have children, it would be with a female that he loved, with a female that he would give his life for. He wanted that woman to be Helina, and the fact that he knew he could never have that with her made him feel despair and defeat. He didn’t bother replying to Iena, just left the ballroom and headed to the basement.