In War, There Is Love

Vulnerable | 18+

Maya’s husband were right.

It did feel like she couldn’t live without this. Without his big hands in places that drove her insane, without him inside her as she rode him on his throne, until her eyes rolled back and her toes curled.

“My Queen?”

She shook her head as if flying the thoughts away, realizing she was crossing her legs to ease the ache there. And that was only making things worse.

“Can you repeat that for me, Lord Gavin?”

Maya could feel her husband’s knowing eyes on her profile, but she didn’t dare to look at him. It was infuriating how he knew what he did to her body without her even speaking.

And was he even affected? It was either he didn’t, or he hid it well enough.

Maya hated both.

The Council meeting went by fast, and no one dared mention a future war with the faeries, as if the possibilities weren’t there hanging in the air. Of course they remembered the last time they had a meeting without her.

They remembered Maya losing control as well.

For some reason, vampires of the strongest clan being afraid of her, sent thrills down her spines.

Maya almost jumped when she felt him grab her hand under the table softly. It was almost innocent. If someone were to look at them, they’d even swoon. The ruthless Vampire King secretly holding his Queen’s hand as a romantic gesture.

Only there was nothing romantic about the way Demetrius caressed her palm with his thumb. Slowly, in circles. This was all it was. Him constantly drawing circles in her skin, but Maya could barely hold herself from panting hard as she bit down on her lips and tried to keep her composure.

The pressure between her legs was almost too much. No matter how much she squeezed her crossed legs, she could feel herself flushed, needy, her heart beating a mile a minute.

And never once did Maya look at him, or draw her hand back.

It was a cowardly thing to do. Hiding behind this facade of a meeting when they both knew damn well what was going on.

“We’re finished here,” Demetrius finally declared, putting her out of her misery. He had stretched this as long as he could.

It was strange how her hand felt cold only when he let it go, despite his cold skin.

The lords and ladies stood and left one after the other, and, to something that felt a lot like disappointment, so did her husband. But not before throwing her a look that said he knew it all. That this act of hers was nothing but a lie.

Maya would be damned if she answered.

“I see you two have finally torn each other’s clothes off. Thank the Gods.”

Maya’s eyes widened when she realized Lilith was still there at the end of the table, her pretty face cold as always, but a softness lingering in her dark eyes.

May didn’t know what to say. They hadn’t spoken to each other since before the twins’ birthday. She hadn’t even wished her a happy birthday.

Suddenly, Maya felt something similar to guilt. She didn’t have to, not when they were planning to invade her lands, but hadn’t her hands and lips been all over their brother? It made her a hypocrite, still being angry with them now.

“It was a one-time thing.” Why was she even discussing her intimate life with her sister-in-law? With the way her body sang with the need for him, it felt like she was trying to convince herself more than Lilith.

“I’m sure it was.” Lilith’s sudden smirk unnerved her even more. It made her feel like she knew something Maya didn’t.

“Your brother isn’t someone I would go to twice.” Because she was a coward, apparently. Maya was discovering this part of her personality just now. She could banter and fight and even try to kill him, but when it came to all this, it felt like she would lose.

“I don’t think he’d give you much choice in this matter.” Lilith shrugged once, as if discussing her brother’s s*x life was normal. “I think when it comes to you he can turn a little blind.”

“Perhaps it runs in the family,” Maya said. “You too can turn a little blind when it comes to a certain someone, right, Lilith?”

The Princess’ eyes widened, but Maya only gave her a little smile. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You do know, of course. I saw you with him at the ball. I even knew before that, actually. Differently from your brothers, I’m not blind.” Maya didn’t mean to use it in any form of threat. She had come to terms with caring about Anthony, but now she was sure she cared about Lilith too.

It was still good to have something up on your sleeve, however.

“If you tell Demetri... well he might try to kill him.”

They didn’t have to mention who him was. They both knew they were talking about Rowan.

“Don’t worry, Princess.” Maya smiled. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Maya rushed out of the Throne Room to her bedchamber. After the conversation with Lilith, she was sure she would cool off, and this ridiculous need for him would be gone as if by magic, but it still felt like he was caressing her palm with his thumb, the same way he did to p***y, her c**t, her opening.

You can do this, my darling. You can get it all in.

Maya closed the door and leaned against it, still hearing his voice in her head.

This was ridiculous, but she couldn’t stop.

You won’t be able to live without this.

I cannot wait for you to come running once fvcking yourself with your fingers won’t give you an ounce of the pleasure only I can.

Screw this! Maya removed her long skirt and let it puddle on the floor, feeling hot all over.

Demetrius was wrong. She didn’t need him. She could give herself the same amount of pleasure—if not more—by using her hands only.

She had done it countless times when her past lovers hadn’t been able to give her an orgasm. No one knew what she needed better than she did.

Removing her inside little skirt, and lace underwear as well, she climbed onto her queen-sized bed and knelt, her hand already starting to grab her inner thighs. Her mind wandered to a certain someone but she shook him out of her head. This wasn’t about him. This was about her.

Her fingers separated her folds slowly, finding herself already wet and swollen. And as she started circling her c**t, she couldn’t help but think of his fingers, his thumb—

No. He wouldn’t win this.

He wouldn’t.

No, no, no.

Get out of my head.

But still, her eyes rolled back as she thrust one middle finger in only when red as blood eyes flashed on her mind.

Just this once, she let herself be convinced. Just this once. He won’t know.

Her fingers grew faster once she gave up pushing her husband out of her head. Now his fangs were on her neck, feeding on her as two fingers moved in and out of her.

She was close... so close, and yet somehow her body was aware it wasn’t him. Not his fingers, not his teeth, not his hand on her throat squeezing it.

“Please,” escaped her mouth, soft and almost a whisper, but the chuckle that filled the room couldn’t be in her head. It couldn’t. It felt too real.

Maya didn’t dare to open her eyes anyway.

“Well, just couldn’t keep your hands off, could you?”

Now her eyes snapped open. And there he was, tall and dark and breathtaking, like she had summoned him with just her thoughts.

There was a rush of embarrassment that passed through her, but it was nothing compared to the way her blood ran hot in her veins, her n.ipples plucked underneath the fabric.

However, it seemed there were some flickers of pride left in her, thank the Gods, because she did remove her hand from her most intimate parts.

“No, no, darling, don’t let me interrupt you,” Demetrius said in a low voice, the desire hanging in the air. He leaned against the door and crossed his arms on his chest. “Keep playing with yourself.”

Maya hesitated. She had promised him this would happen only one time, but—

“Keep touching yourself, Maya.” It was an order. It should have angered her, but instead it only set her body parts aflame. “Find your release. I know you want to. Show me.”

Her hand followed his command, and she was sure she would have died if it hadn’t.

Her fingers parted her again, and despite the dull light, she was sure he could see everything.

“Stroke yourself slowly. Show me just how much you want to touch yourself for me.”

A whimper escaped her lips. It was involuntarily, like it hadn’t been her at all. She was the one touching herself, but the words were his. The commands were his. Usually Maya would hate this but now...

“Slowly, slowly, listen to my voice.” His voice... Maya closed her eyes, but he didn’t let her. “No, no, no, my darling wife, you’ll keep looking at me.” The way he looked at her, the way his eyes turned red and his fangs elongated... she could do nothing but ride her hand closer to insanity. “Put another finger in. Just like that. Good girl.”

The cry that filled the room was embarrassingly loud, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was just there, and at the same time she wasn’t.

“What are you riding, Maya?” He held her gaze as he spoke.

“Your mouth.”

His eyes shone with hunger at the picture she put on his head. He hadn’t expected that.

“Your tongue,” she continued, moaning. “Your chin. You feel so good.”

“Fvck,” he murmured. “Do I?”

“Yes!” Maya rode herself faster. It was right there, right there... “Demetri.”

“Darling.”

Finally, finally, he walked towards her, and Maya was so ready for him to touch her, every one of her nerve ends were ready to explode.

But all he did was hold her chin between his fingers and lift it so she could look at him. “Look at me.”

This was all so frustrating, so addicting. “I- I can’t,” she finally admitted.

Slowly, he rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb, before sliding it into her mouth. Maya sucked it like her life depended on it, still moving her hips against her hands. “Yes, you can,” he told her. “Because you’re following my voice. It’s my fingers inside of you, Maya. My thumb in your mouth. Me in your head.”

She cried and let her eyes close, letting his voice guide her.

“You’ll come because your husband says so.”

And she did. It was the strongest, most intense orgasm she had ever given herself, and it felt never-ending.

Maya buried her face in his front as she did, feeling as he stroked her hair back and whispered praises to her.

He was confusing. Everything about him was confusing, but what was stranger was her need to stay there, right there with him. Held by him.

Vulnerable.

But she wasn’t vulnerable.

She was her, for gods sake. She didn’t want to be held by anybody, including her mate.

Slowly, Maya moved out of his arms, but he stopped her with his hand grabbing her cheeks. “Where do you think you’re going, wife?”

One sentence, and her body was aflame again. “I—”

He pushed her back on the bed, crawling on it as his other hands unbuttoned her top and started exploring her chest, touching her like he couldn’t help himself.

Alarm bells started ringing in her head, telling her to push him away, protect herself, protect her truth, but it was all silenced with his lips on her. It was strange how insane he was and how he still managed to quiet the chaos in her head.

His tongue was in her mouth, and Maya couldn’t force herself to push him away. He was addictive. His taste, his mouth, everything about him.

So just like this, lost in him, she found herself completely naked, his hand moving her silver hair on one shoulder as he sucked slowly in the other.

Please, don’t see, she pleaded him in her head. Please, husband.

But she knew the right moment when he did, because his whole body stiffened.

“Who did this to you?”