Chapter 7

Heather

Flustered didn't even begin to describe how I'd felt all morning. I'd awoken from an erotic dream with no satisfying finale featuring the monster I was now certain was my mate. I'd brought myself to orgasm several times to try and get past the arousal that I was feeling. But it hadn't helped. I blamed having to explain orc mating fights to Serena last night. In detail.

My head was still spinning. He was a lich. An undead mage who killed to stay alive. Knowing that, did it even matter if he was my mate? How could I be with such a monster? All these thoughts warred with the need for him to bury his cock in me so deep that I wouldn't be able to think about his past anymore.

Even weirder than all of that, I didn't have even a pang of anxiety all day. I couldn't remember the last time that had happened. It was nice, but disconcerting. I'd dragged myself through three sessions with other monsters, trying to stay mentally present. But by lunch time I was already exhausted. I got a longer than usual lunch due to a weird lockdown, but it wasn't enough to even nap.

As I left the therapists' common room, I heard the sounds of a disagreement around the corner. I stood still for a moment, torn between whether shouting out that I was coming was too awkward or if it was more disrespectful to just walk through an argument.

"It's going to be fine, why are you freaking out, kid?"

"I just got this job; I don't want to be fired."

"It's okay. That minotaur is in the infirmary now. He's shown himself to be someone who gets into fights. We'll sort it."

I reached back for the door to the lounge and pulled it closed loudly enough that they would be able to hear it. The voices went quiet and I walked along the corridor. When I turned the corridor I saw Delaney and Billy standing awkwardly. I flashed them a smile and carried on to my therapy room. My stomach felt heavy, but I couldn't place why.

I flopped into the chair and pulled my blanket around myself. Something was off. I kept going back to that overheard conversation. It was weird but not immediately alarming. My gut just kept telling me that something was wrong and I couldn't shake it. I jumped when the door opened, and a guard led in Vedrac.

"Oh, thank you. Good afternoon, Vedrac. Please sit."

It felt strange being so formal with him now, but I didn't know how else to be. This wasn't a situation I'd been trained for or even expected. Meeting my mate had seemed impossible a couple of days ago. He perched himself in the chair opposite me, amongst the blankets, and I smiled again at the contrast between him and the pastels. My body felt tense while we waited in silence for the guard to leave. Once the door closed and we were alone, I finally looked into his glowing blue eyes.

"How are you today, Vedrac?"

The words sounded stilted. Everything was weird now. But still no anxiety came.

"I'm good. How are you feeling after our dream meetup last night?"

I opened my mouth but no words came out.

He can't mean that dream? What does…. Wait, what?

I stared at him. He smiled.

"I told you it was real."

"So that…. What happened…. What I did…?"

"Yes. That's why I didn't let it go any further. But I wanted to, my love. By the gods I wanted to. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Oh."

"Are you okay?"

"I think so."

He gave me a moment to compose myself.

"So that's why I don't feel anxious today?"

"Yes. I drained some of it."

"You ate my anxiety?"

"Yes. But only that. Nothing more. Although I recall there was something else you were keen for me to eat."

I flushed hot, and my whole body felt sweaty. I'd been so blatant about my want for him, thinking it was all just a dream. I wanted the ground to swallow me up.

"It was one of the most exciting things that has ever happened to me, love."

He sounded sincere. He didn't seem to be making fun of me.

"Really? It wasn't cringey?"

"I don't know what that word means. But it was sensual and you were beautiful. Everything about you is perfect. When your boldness peeks out it is a wonder."

"I'm not sure that is true. You had to eat my anxiety because I'm such a wreck."

"None of us get out of life unscathed. We all carry the scars of existing in one way or another. But I can ease yours."

"Anxiety can't be tasty though. Surely? Is it bitter? It feels like it would be bitter."

He laughed.

"It's like a fizzy drink. You have the drink itself but it also feels like tiny bees in your mouth. Vibrating and stinging. It's not unpleasant. And anxiety is made up of excessive caring and thinking. Those aren't bad components to an energy diet. And it is my job to protect you now. Even if that is from yourself."

I laughed at the image of him with tiny bees in his mouth, and he tilted his head like a confused puppy.

"Sorry. That just conjured up an interesting image."

"I'm glad I please you. I'd like to do it more."

He stood and stepped closer to me. My breath quickened and my body began to tingle. He kneeled down in front of me. Like he had done in the dream. My gods, something about him kneeling in front of me sent me wild. This was a powerful undead creature. He'd done wild magic to preserve his soul. He could kill with a touch. But here he was on his knees in front of me. A shiver ran up my spine.

He pushed my dress up my body and pulled down my panties.

"Look at that. So wet for me, love."

He leaned forward and flicked his forked tongue across my clit. My breath came out in a shudder. He grinned a wicked grin before burying his face in my pussy. He sucked my clit and licked it, slowly at first, then gradually getting harder and faster. I moaned incoherently as he pulled me closer and closer to orgasm. His tongue was amazing and alternated between lapping at my clit and moving around it in circles. Just as my moans turned more high pitched as I got closer to orgasm, he eased back the pressure and speed, letting me fall back away from the edge.

I grumbled, and he laughed against me. He moved down and flicked his tongue deep inside me. It wasn't wide but it was long and flexible. He pressed up against my G-spot and began tongue fucking me. Again, starting slow and building up the rhythm and pressure. Another orgasm began to build, this time in my G-spot. And once again as my moans became frantic and I thought I was going to explode, he eased off.

I opened my eyes and glared at him while whimpering. My body was tight with need like I was a tightly wound coil.

"Your energy is beautiful when you are desperate, love."

"Please, Vedrac."

I'd never begged before. I'd never felt so desperate and on the edge of losing myself before. This was the most wonderful torture. Vedrac grabbed my thighs and moved back to my clit. He pressed and sucked hard this time. I cried out as he pressed a finger inside me, and then another one. He worked my clit and my G-spot at the same time, and I quickly shattered in a loud shuddering cry.

After the waves of pleasure slowed and eased, Vedrac withdrew and stayed kneeling in front of me. My eyes fluttered open and I grinned at him.

"Do I owe you something in return?"

"You never owe me anything."

I leaned forward and placed a sloppy kiss on his mouth. I could taste myself on him and it made me feel hot again. When we parted, I looked at him for a long moment.

"What now, Vedrac?"

"What do you mean, love?"

"Where do we go from here? We can't just have a relationship of encounters in the therapy room."

"I don't know. I've been imprisoned for a long time."

The reminder was like a bucket of cold water over me. He was a murderer. And my mate. But he was a murderer. I didn't even know how many people he had killed. Or why.

"Reality clawed its way back in, love?"

"Yeah."

We sat looking at each other. Him kneeling there. A murderer. Whose cock I wanted to climb on and ride. I glanced down at the obvious bulge under his cloak. I could do it. I could just fuck him and try to forget it all.

He stood and sat back in his seat.

"I think next time, we should talk first," he said.

I nodded. Next time.