The Royal Revenge
Chapter 202: I Am Yours As You Are Mine

Chapter 202: I Am Yours As You Are Mine

Elys reclined at her chair and stared at the wall as her mind wandered. No one was allowed to beat her in this upcoming war they were about to get themselves into.

"My queen," Aleksander called out to her softly.

She gave him a side glance, her entire body and head unmoving. Her sinister red eyes met with Aleksander’s awed silvers, and the two shared a brief moment of recognition.

This was what made Aleksander fall head over heels in love with Elys. She was ruthless when she must be, kind when it was needed, and wise at the most crucial times. Without her, Aleksander swore he wouldn’t even last a day.

"I am going to melt with the intensity of your gaze, your majesty," Elys joked with him.

Although it was not the appropriate time to be joking around, Aleksander still found his wife’s words amusing. Perhaps it was the rose-tinted glasses that were invisibly attached to Aleksander’s vision of his wife, but somehow everything she does was now likeable to him.

Even with how heartless she seemed when she didn’t even bat an eye as she sentenced the mute human arsonist to death. Aleksander had to admit that he was incredibly shocked to have heard it come straight out of her mouth.

"Queen Elysianne Whitecaster – Ardorlean," the young king spoke Elys’ name like a prayer, "you are indeed the queen that I had always prayed for to have by my side."

Elys smiled to him, but underneath the beautiful curve of her rosy lips, there lay her cunning deception.

"Well, what a wonderful compliment that is, my king," Elys said sweetly, making sure to bat her eyelashes at the vampire. "I’d say that it was a hellish match that we bent to our own heaven, wasn’t it?"

The vampire king nodded, a tiny smirk escaping his lips as he said, "That would be it, I do agree."

Sleeping with Aleksander truly deemed to have been the best option for her. She could tell that the vampire king was totally enamored by everything she did. The very thought of it made Elys bolder than before with her choices that involved Aleksander.

Why, the young queen was even tempted to try and test the waters.

Was Aleksander going to side with her if she would discriminate against the vampires? Or would he see no fault in her words and actions? It was an interesting thing to think about.

Perhaps she should try it on with one of the very few nobilities that Aleksander established a good tie with. Elys wasn’t deaf not to hear whispers that even the nobilities who were thought to have proclaimed themselves as allies to the King and Queen talk trash about her.

Elys was so deep in her thoughts that she failed to realize Aleksander had already made his way towards her.

"You startled me, husband," Elys gasped as she found Aleksander suddenly standing in front of her.

The young king knelt down and reached for Elys’ hand. He brought her fingers to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently one by one. He lifted his long lashes that even Elys found herself being envious of.

She saw his silver eyes shift to their mesmerizing and dangerous golden hues, and Elys couldn’t help but to inhale in awe. Aleksander sniffed at her skin lightly, the air coming out of his nose tickling the almost invisible hairs on her skin.

Somehow, Aleksander was starting to feel a hunger inside him rising from the depths of his stomach. He was so amazed by Elys that it made him want to devour her.

"You are mine, yes?" Aleksander asked Elysianne, his voice husky and low. "You are my wife, my queen. My partner in all the bloodshed that is to come with our revenge?"

Elys flashed him her best smile.

A smile like that of an angel, but deep inside a demon was brewing dark and cunning plans. She reached out her free hand and cupped the side of his face. Aleksander looked at her expectantly, like that of a puppy asking for his master a bone and undivided love and attention.

"My King Aleksander Reagan Hazreel Ardorlean," Elys whispered in his ears, "we made a deal, and I am a woman of my word."

The young queen lifted her other hand and squished Aleksander’s cheeks, their foreheads touching each other as Elys bent forward. They were nose to nose, and their mouths just a breath’s distance away.

"You make me feel all sorts of things, my queen," Aleksander said, his breath hitching as he spoke. "My fangs are coming out of me. I want to drink your blood even when I am not in need of it yet."

Elys could feel the tension that was starting to rise inside her husband, and she was taking advantage of it as much as she could.

"Drink whenever you want, husband," she responded to him, "I gave you my body and soul, in exchange of everything that you can do for me as well. I am yours, husband, as much as you are mine."

By now, their lips were already hovering merely millimeters away from each other. Elys was intentionally teasing him, wanting to test if he would be the first to give in. And gave in did Aleksander do.

Much to Elys’ delight, the vampire couldn’t help himself any longer and his mouth came crashing on to hers. He kissed her like her lips and tongue provided him the air he needed to breath.

The human queen wrapped her arms around Aleksander, clinging on to him as he suddenly lifted her like she weighed nothing but a feather.

Elys’ body pressed on to Aleksander’s torso. His kisses were getting wilder, his grip tightening on her bottoms. She raked her fingers through his dark raven hair, and then pushed her tongue into his mouth.

"Hmmm..." Aleksander groaned.

He brought Elys towards his table. He adjusted his grip on her, holding her all the while freeing one hand to sweep off everything that was on his table top.

Books, scrolls, paperweights and even an empty wine glass toppled and crashed on to the floor. Breaking their kiss, he lifted Elys to sit on top of the table.

For a moment, their eyes locked on to each other, and Elys felt an electrifying sensation from his smoldering gaze.

She knew the look of someone who wanted to claim what he thought was his. It was the same look that she’d seen him give her when they were seconds into having sex for the first time. A look of possession and obsession mixed together with lust and hunger.

Aleksander finally broke the silence.

"My queen, would it be inappropriate if I said I want to fuck you right here, right now?" he asked, his voice almost pleading.

Elys was amused that Aleksander still had the consideration to ask her such a question. She had thought that he would immediately work his way without even asking after their first, but she was wrong.

Aleksander had truly changed his ways.

Before he was rude, now the vampire was doing everything to make Elys approve of him. The young queen pecked her husband on his nose playfully.

"My king, not only is the time inappropriate, but the place itself isn’t fit for any king and queen to fuck at all," she teased him.

Aleksander frowned, his fangs digging on to his lower lips accidentally. A tiny trickle of blood escaped down his chin, and Elys moved closer to lick the blood off of him.

This caused the vampire’s eyes to widen, and a light laughter tinkled in the air. Elys leaned backwards, her hands supporting her lazily as she temptingly lifter her leg over the other.

"But as inappropriate the time and place this would be for a king and queen, that doesn’t mean that I am not keen to do it with you, Aleksander," Elys said, her eyes glinting.

She lifted the hem of her dress and showed flawless legs underneath. Aleksander’s groins started to heat up, and he couldn’t help but to salivate at his wife in front of him. She put her arm forward, her palms open towards him, exposing her wrist to Aleksander the same way she usually did before he drank her blood.

"Now, drink my blood and satiate that hunger in you," she told him, "Give yourself the power you need for the war that we are about to enter. For I am your source of power, and power I shall give you with all my heart."

Aleksander took a step forward. His hand shot up and grabbed Elys by her wrist, and without a single word, his sharp incisors dug into her skin.

Elys immediately felt the wild sensations that Aleksander’s tongue brought to her when he drinks her blood. Now that the two of them had already consummated their marriage, the sensations had raised several levels, taking her on a wild ride as her entirety longed for Aleksander.