Mated To The Dead Prince
Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Chapter 40

Cassius was inside his bathroom, splashing water on his face.

His eyes were glowing, and it wasn’t from hunger or anger; it was from lust.

He wanted Rose; he wanted her in a way that might destroy the both of them if he gave in to this burning hunger for her, and it didn’t help that he could smell her arousal, too.

He couldn’t help acting the way he did with her when he woke up; he had heard her and Eliot’s conversations, and it was safe to say that he was raving jealous.

Just as Felonious said, his body has claimed Rose as theirs; hearing something speaking to her in the manner that Eliot did made him very uncomfortable; it made him want to claim her in a way a vampire claimed his woman: fuck her and bite her.

She wasn’t ready, neither was he, he knew it was just his brain playing with him through that shitty mate bond, but he didn’t see himself denying those thoughts either.

Cassius sighed and stared out of the door; he frowned; this was what he feared: getting attached to a human slave, being dependent on her for his satisfaction. None of this was his wish, it was all the mate bond messing with him.

He took a deep breath and splashed more cold water on his face before heading out of the bathroom.

Inside the bedroom, Rose heard Cassius walk out of the bathroom; her fingers tightened around the pen as she felt a very dark and hot gaze behind her; he knew Cassius was staring at her, but she didn’t look back; why would she?

She forced her eyes to focus on the words she was copying. She was copying a set of rules, and from what she’d written so far, it seemed like Cassius was about to reimplement the rules governing the Krevborne Institute. The rules were very particular about the only-pure-blood rule.

Rose saw that she was on the last sheet, and she slowed down her writing pace to prevent her from finishing fast and having to face Cassius again. He seemed weird after waking up, and she didn’t know how to deal with him.

Behind her, Cassius stared, he stared so hard, unable to take away his eyes from her. The elegant way she sat and held her posture didn’t seem anything like a slave; it screamed the beauty of a queen, his queen, but that would never happen. It was unfortunate that she was just a human; their union was forbidden, and she could only keep her as a slave, nothing more.

Nothing more, right?

Then, why were his eyes trailing the exposed skin of her arms and neck? She looked radiant and ethereal under the moonlight that streamed through the window, causing her to appear very magical and hypnotic.

"Before my deep sleep...women weren’t allowed to read or write..." Cassius’ calm voice suddenly spoke to her.

Rose was surprised, what was she supposed to do with that information?

She fumbled with the pen and bit her lip, "Oh," was the only reply she could mumble.

Cassius watched her carefully, he knew she was done writing but didn’t want to turn to him.

He just wanted to speak to her, normally, for the first time. He realized that he’d been quite lonely for literally all his life; this phase of his life where he had Rose was the phase where he started to realize that he’d never actually had anyone to call his.

Yes, he’d had slaves and just a handful of women, which was very small given he was a vampire with a ravenous appetite for sex.

He slowly stood from the bed and walked over to her, his feet were noiseless on the floor as he walked closer.

Rose felt him; she knew he was coming to her; she quickly copied the last line and placed the pen beside the paper.

By the time she could stand from her chair, Cassius was already standing behind her. She quietly lifted herself from the chair and turned to look at his face.

"I’m done..." She removed her eyes from his face and stared lost his shoulder.

Cassius was quiet. He moved to cover the space between them, but Rose took a step back to get away from him and almost fell as she stepped into the chair. Cassius wrapped his arm around her, drawing her to him.

"Um, I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking," Rose apologized.

Cassius moved his head to one side, "Of course, you weren’t." He replied.

Rose bit her lips and wanted to move out of his hold, but it tightened around her, "Alan, he didn’t know how to read until his ten-year birthday," He randomly told her.

Rose didn’t know when a chuckle escaped her mouth; her hand immediately flew to her lips, closing them and looking at Cassius.

Cassius stared at her in fascination, this was the first time she was laughing at something he said. However, he wasn’t sure if she was laughing at his tone or just because he’d called Eliot’s name.

"It’s okay; some children manifest later than others; he’s all good now; if not, he wouldn’t be able to own numerous companies in my world," Rose spoke freely, still smiling.

Cassius was still looking; his words reminded him of their different status; she had said, "Her world," meaning that she didn’t consider here to be her home. She wanted to go back to her world, a world where Eliot could walk freely and he couldn’t.

He closed his eyes and leaned his face down to her neck, sniffing her.

’You’re beautiful, Rose,’ Cassius spoke through their mind-link.

He felt like he didn’t dare to tell her directly, so he made use of the new psychic connection they’d formed.

Rose froze, she wasn’t sure she had heard correctly, she looked down at Cassius and asked in a very soft and unsure voice, "Did you speak to me,"

Cassius released her and stepped back, "Yes. I said, you’re beautiful, Rose," His hand went up to her cheek which was blushing and caressing it.

Rose blushed more, "Uh, thank you...Sir," She faced away from him.

"You don’t believe me." It wasn’t a question.

Rose frowned, not replying.

Cassius held her hand and led her to his bed but didn’t make her sit, "You don’t believe me. If it were Athan, would you believe him?" He asked.

’Don’t lie to me,’ his voice sounded in her head.

Rose sighed. She did know what Cassius wanted, but she knew ew better than to disobey him; he was a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.

"I would believe him," She responded, glancing up at Cassius’ unreadable face.

Cassius nodded, he stepped into her space and snuck his hand around her neck, lifting her face to his. Without saying a word, he kissed her...for the second time that night.

Rose remained still from the sudden kiss; she thought it was going to be like the first that was brief, but it wasn’t; Cassius seemed to be taking his time on her lips, and his hands showed no restraint as they traveled over her curves, delving into her hips and behind.

He cupped one of her asses, and that was when Rose gasped, allowing Cassius entrance into her sweet mouth.

Rose couldn’t resist her sexy vampire, his naked chest pressed against her clothes, making her want to remove her dress and press herself skin-to-skin against him.

Rose let a soft moan slip through her lips when Cassius’ arousal poked her thigh.

"You prefer Athan to me?" Cassius withdrew from a breathless Rose and questioned.

Rose gazed up at him, why was he asking such a question after getting her turned on?

She tried to step away from him but he locked her around his arm, "Answer me, Little human, do you prefer Athan to me... do you wish it was his lips on yours, right?" Cassius recalled hearing their voices in his head when he was sleeping earlier; he couldn’t shake off the feeling of possessiveness he felt over Rose.

"I... I do not want Eliot..." She replied softly.

"Who do you want, Little human?" He slid one hand of her dress down her arm, taking off her hand and exposing one of her breasts to him.

Rose shivered and gasped, the cold atmosphere of the room made her nipple harden.

"Answer me, Rose, who do you want kissing your lips? Who do you crave to fill you up? To satisfy you," He cupped her breast, palming the juicy melon.

Rose’s lips were parted, ’Just... fuck me,’ She blurted into his mind; he already got her thighs soaked, and he dared to ask who she wanted between her legs.

Cassius drew in a sharp breath, backed her to bed, and gently pushed her onto it as he caged her between his legs.

He carefully removed the other hand from her dress and leaned his face down. "My little human is vulgar, too...what else can you do, Rose? His eyes darkened in lust.

Rose spread her hands over his chest, body feeling him up for the first time, "I can suck your cock, Cassius... I know it’s been long since you had it in a woman’s mouth. I’ll let you put it in my mouth, Cassius, let my warmth warm you," her hands traveled down his chest and abdomen and hooked around his waistband.

Cassius’ eyes were red; he had his hand around Rose’s neck and gently squeezed it, "You dare to say my name, Little human?" He growled sexily.

Rose moaned, loving the way his hand was gently squeezing her neck, "Yes, Cassius. That’s what I’ll scream when you fill me up and make me see the stars and - mmm!" She was cut off by a demanding and punishing kiss.