Chapter 9

Mátyás

A smile washes over my face the second I wake up. We haven't dream-walked in quite some time, but I couldn't be more pleased with the results. Kiara let go of her inhibitions and gave herself over to us. She isn't aware of the ramifications just yet, but soon she will be. We're one step closer to sealing our bond.

I lick my lips, satisfied with the outcome. The taste of her pussy is still on my tongue, but I need more. I lie there, concocting our next course of action. The possibilities are endless. But they all have one thing in common—playtime with our mate.

Elek still slumbers next to me, but I'm not in the mood to be patient this evening. I turn to my side and trail my finger down his face, over his chest, stopping at his nipple. I pinch it before tugging on his piercing until he begins to stir.

He awakens with a groan as I continue to tease him. "Why are you up so early?"

"Because we had the best dream." My dick is still hard and throbbing from it, but I was not about to fuck her for the first time in a dream. The next time she grants me access to her cunt, I won't be as kind. I'll take what she's willing to give and then some.

"That we did." He grins, showing off those deep-set dimples.

"Let's go see what our kis boszorkány is up to." I kiss his cheek and tug a little harder on the silver hoop.

"I think we should show her who her mates really are." He rubs his hand up and down my side.

"You don't think it's too soon?" My brows pinch together.

"We need to feed regardless." He relaxes deeper into the mattress. "This way, we can fire her up. She's beautiful when she's pissed. Besides, the quicker we do, the quicker we can move back into our room. This one is nice, but it isn't home."

"You're right." My movement stops as an idea forms. "We have a mate to go play with." I lean down and kiss the side of his head.

We get up and shower in record time. I would have fucked him up against the wall, but we're both too eager to finish what we started last night in her dream.

When we make it to her room, Sebo is waiting outside the door with his arms crossed over his chest and wearing a sour expression on his face.

"What are you doing out here?" Elek asks. I let him handle Sebo because if this is his idea of watching our mate, I may get my pound of flesh tonight.

"I'm not spending another second in there with her." Something about his tone tells me it isn't our mate he's referring to. I sniff the air and am rewarded with the real reason.

"One of these centuries, you'll have to forgive her and let it go." Elek shakes his head.

"No, I won't. Akos was mine first." His lips press into a firm line.

"Akos is no one's now." There's no missing the hard edge to my voice. Sometimes, Sebo is like an incessant child. My gaze swings to Elek's, looking for the strength not to rip his head from his body.

I'll handle him,he promises through our bond.

I nod and let it go. As much as I'd like to disembowel him, I'd rather see Kiara more.

When I step through the door, Ysabel grins. With her vampire hearing, I know she was privy to every word of our conversation outside the door. I swear she's as bad of a child as Sebo some nights.

"Ysabel." I jerk my chin in greeting.

"Mátyás." She nods. "You're looking chipper. What's the secret to your youthful glow?"

I take that back. She's a shit-stirrer, and I don't like her near our mate.

"What are you doing in here?" I cross my arms over my chest and stare her down.

"Just having some girl time." She gestures to where Kiara is standing. "It gets a bit boring being around dicks and blood all night."

When I glance at Kiara, my heart stills. She's no longer in one of the nighties we've provided her. Instead, she's wearing a black halter dress with a flowing skirt that goes to the floor. Slits on either side go up the sides of her legs, to her hips, and go all the way up to her ribs. The material is held in place by thin bands in a crisscross pattern, making the possibility of underwear nonexistent. This is no doubt something from Ysabel's closet. I'd thank her, but we both know she had an ulterior motive for doing this. Still, Kiara has never looked more striking than she does now.

She's showered since we left her yesterday morning because her sable hair is freshly washed and down in loose waves. Even the makeup that was smeared all over her face is gone. Black liner surrounds her different colored eyes like a halo of darkness, causing those stormy depths to glow from beneath her thick, coal lashes. A light shade of pink that reminds me of her perfect nipples from our dream covers her plump lips.

She's perfection. It's a pity, but I will enjoy making a mess of her all over again.

"This your doing?" Elek asks Ysabel as he stands beside me.

"It is." She licks her red-painted lips as her eyes take in our appearance. A vampire's need for sex and blood are as ravenous as our own.

"I didn't do this for you. I did it for me." Kiara lifts her chin and stands up taller, but even in a pair of Ysabel's deadly heels, her five-foot-two frame is much shorter than our Six-foot-seven height. There's a red hue to her cheeks as she stumbles upright.

I glance behind her and find wine glasses and an empty wine bottle on top of the bedside table, which is probably where her newfound courage came from. If only she knew what that does to me.

"You tell 'em." Ysabel cheers her on, but our mate needs no more help defying us.

"Out." My gaze swings over to Ysabel. Sometimes, she makes me regret turning her.

"Now," Elek adds.

"What is it with the testosterone in this castle?" she mumbles under her breath as she walks around us, but before she exits, she blows Kiara a kiss. "Knock 'em dead." She laughs at her own joke on her way out the door.

Kiara's throat constricts with each swallow, showing off the thick, plump veins on the side of her porcelain neck as she's left alone with us. She stands there, like an offering, watching us. Waiting for whatever we have in store for her.

My incisors ache to be set free. To let the ambrosia that is her blood fill my mouth. All in good time. I clear my throat and focus on her face.

"You ready?" Elek asks, and her shoulders square.

"Ready for what?" Her eyes narrow at us. There's no trust there, but soon, she'll realize we're the only ones she can trust.

"We thought you'd like a better tour of the castle." He shrugs. "But if you aren't interested, we could leave you here." We move to the door when, like clockwork, she stops us.

"Wait." She remains where she is, crossing and uncrossing her arms, but words fail her. The offer is dangled in front of her, and she wants to jump at the chance but refuses to make it that easy for us.

"Yes?" I fight to keep my face blank. The key to a perfectly set trap is patience. Letting the prey come to you.

"I—" she starts but stops, still struggling to ask for what she wants. She doesn't realize that there isn't a thing in this world we wouldn't give her. She's ours, and we will spend eternity worshipping her as we have each other.

"What is it?" Elek is being as patient as I am. We've waited long enough to have her right here. The last thing we want to do is screw it up now.

"I want to come." A red hue covers her pale cheeks as she realizes what she's said.

My dick throbs as those words leave her mouth. It may not be in the right context, but I'll get her to say those words again. And this time, she will be coming all over my dick when she does.

"That's not what I meant." She runs a hand through her sable waves and lets out a sigh. "I meant I would like to get out of here."

Elek and I share a look. I told you she would be more than ready to follow us.

I love it when you're right.My lips twitch, but I fight the urge to smile. She's as good as ours.

Game. Set. Match.Kis boszorkány.