The Vampire King's Possession
Chapter 297. Uncontrollable Thirst

Chapter 297: 297. Uncontrollable Thirst

Jael watched Mauve’s expression turn sour as he took his hand away. She immediately covered it with a weak smile. He turned away from her and stood to his feet, convincing himself that getting the blood for the month was certainly more important than cuddling her right now.

A knock rang out immediately and Mauve jerked her head to the door. "It should be my bath water." There wasn’t any particular reason for an explanation but the silence felt a little too thick.

Mauve nodded but held the position of her head on her knees. He slowly turned away from her to the door and gave the order for them to come in.

The door opened immediately and Mack walked in first, he bowed and then proceeded to place the tub in the corner of the room. He bowed again before leaving.

"Should I leave, perhaps?" Mauve asked at the sound of the door closing.

Jael jerked in her direction, and he frowned. "Why?"

"Well," she said softly, hiding her gaze from him. "I know you are in a hurry and I don’t want to get in the way."

"You won’t," Jael replied without missing a beat.

"Okay," she replied and adjusted so she was lying down.

Jael squinted his eyes at her before reluctantly turning away. He took off his clothes and got into the tub. Within minutes, he was out.

Mauve kept her eyes on him, it was a little hard to pretend he could not see her staring, and as much as he wanted to tease her about it, he knew he would get distracted.

He dried himself and with the towel around his neck, he proceeded to the wardrobe. Deciding what to wear was easy since he was traveling through the night, the only options he had were dark clothes.

He put on a pair of pants and was about to wear the shirt over his head when he heard a scuffle behind him. He didn’t turn around immediately and he felt Mauve grab the end of his shirt.

"Let me help you," she whispered.

Jael didn’t think she would be of much help but he didn’t decline, her warm fingers against his skin were doing more wonders than the hot water.

He turned around to face her after she helped pull his shirt down and was met with big brown eyes staring at him. She bit her lower lip, looking like she had something to say to him.

"Let me help you with the ropes," she said, her cheeks a bright red color.

Jael raised a brow but he didn’t refuse her offer. He bent forward so she could reach his neck while she stood on her tiptoes.

"Thank you," he said as he stared at her knot. It was firm and comfortable, she did do a good job.

She nodded and dropped her heels but did not attempt to take a step back. This wasn’t good as his nostrils were filling up with her scent.

"You can go lie down now, you don’t have to help me get ready. I can do this myself. I don’t need your help."

Mauve jerked her head up at his words and glared at him. Jael blinked, a little taken aback. Her gaze quickly softened and he could see a hint of sadness in them.

"I want to help," she said and took a step closer. "I know I am not of much use but don’t take my one role away."

Jael frowned as he tried to comprehend her words. However, it was hard for him to keep track of his thoughts with her this close to him.

He could feel a tingle in his fangs and a slight pain in his stomach. He needed to feed, not just on any blood. He wanted her blood, he wanted to dig his fangs in her neck.

He took a step back, with the way he was feeling, he doubted he could be gentle. "What role?" He asked but the words felt heavy. Jael cussed, his fangs had grown.

"You will be away for a while, don’t you think you need to feed?" As she asked the question, she tugged on her nightgown exposing her neck.

Jael didn’t think, he rushed at her as if she was water and he had been in the desert for three days.

A sharp yelp escaped from Mauve’s lips as his fangs broke through her skin. He tasted her blood and Jael’s desire soared.

He could feel her pulse with every drink, his nostrils were filled with her smell as his tongue was filled with her taste.

She tasted like sweet wine, exquisite, the kind you couldn’t get enough but somehow always finishes before you can even get a proper taste. He knew he could drink forever.

Jael’s eyes flew open in horror, her heartbeat had spiked. Forcing his drugged body to stop drinking was a hassle and he literally had to yank his fangs out of her.

"Fuck!" Jael yelled, blood spilling out the side of his lips when Mauve fell onto his hands.

Her neck was bleeding but not at an alarming rate. He had been worried, he had ripped her skin open when he pulled out his fangs but the bleeding was minimal and he knew it would stop bleeding soon.

He licked the blood that had dripped down her shoulders and using his tongue he applied pressure on her open wound until it stopped bleeding.

Jael reluctantly pulled away his tongue and turned to look at Mauve’s face. Thankfully, she didn’t look as pale as he thought she would look and she was smiling up at him.

"Never do that again," he whispered, bringing his nose to her neck.

She nodded her head, he heard her try to talk but no words left her lips. He pulled away from her to look at her again.

Her pulse was back to normal which was a good thing and she wasn’t anemic or close. However, it was a large amount of blood he took at once, she was bound to feel very tired.