The Vampire Prince and His Slave Princess

Chapter Six

Jax's POV

Carly was sleeping peacefully on my chest, the pain pills Aice gave her kicked in and she fell asleep pretty quickly. I ran my fingers through her silky hair and breathed deeply of her scent; it was so relaxing and refreshing to me and I just couldn't get enough of it. I knew that we were already bound together as mates, and I couldn't wait until we do the sharing of our blood to strengthen that bond. I wanted to be with her so completely, it was like a burning sensation keeping myself from doing it.

I wanted to wait until she was healed, though, before I did anything. If she hadn't been poisoned, I could've given her some of my blood to heal her faster, but I couldn't, and it was killing me seeing her in pain.

I had a hard time falling to sleep though, and I didn't want to wake her up, so I slid myself out from under her, being careful not to disturb her and went to go do some paperwork that I had left on my desk. Nathan had brought it from the hospital after I'd brought Carly back here, so that I could continue with my work while she rested.

I had to keep the intense anger from what Jada was going to do to her, from her, because I didn't want to snap at her by accident. I sighed as I sat down and looked over at her sleeping form; she had curled herself into a ball on her side and was cuddling one of my pillows and still sleeping soundly. I was slightly jealous of my pillow right now, but I was too wound up to relax by her, so I stayed at my desk. It amazed me how gorgeous she was, especially for a human, and of how protective I already felt over her.

My eyes lingered on her tiny frame for a couple more seconds before I promptly got to work.

Everytime she made a sound or a small movement, my eyes shot over to her to make sure she wasn't going to hurt herself by moving the wrong way. At one point, I had gotten up to move a pillow behind her shoulder so if she did roll over, her wounded arm would have that extra cushion.

She still slept soundly and barely made any movement, other than the odd shifting now and then. I wonder if she ever got enough sleep or if it was ever undisturbed in her lifetime until now? It didn't seem like it because ever since she's been in the hospital and in here, she's been sleeping to heal, but I have never seen a human sleep as much or as deeply as she is right now. I'm glad she's getting this chance to do so though, and it made me proud that I was the one giving her this chance.

I sighed, turning back to the paperwork I had been trying to work on for the last hour or so, more or less, because I was so distracted by my mate's well-being that it was hard to focus on anything but her right now, and tried to read through it again. The same stupid paragraph about land taxes passed by in front of my eyes once again; I must've read it about a hundred times over in the last twenty minutes. I ran my fingers through my hair and over my face before leaning on my desk with my face in my hands.

Carly's small voice nearly made me leap out of my skin, "Are you okay?" My head snapped up quickly to look over at her and I saw her sitting up on the bed with the covers wrapped around her and her dark hair tumbling over her face in thick waves.

She was so small that she was engulfed in the blankets and I let out a small chuckle at how sweet she looked as she rubbed her eyes to get rid of the sleepiness. I stood to go back over to her; screw the paperwork for me, I could get back to it later, for now my mate was awake and I didn't want to leave her alone.

"I'm fine sweetheart," I said softly as I sat next to her, "I can't seem to focus on the work right now."

She reached her hand out to lay it on my arm, "You should get some sleep," she suggested timidly. She was starting to get more comfortable talking with me, but she still had moments like these where she wasn't as confident when speaking to me as an equal and reverted back to being scared of saying the wrong thing. "If you want to, that is. You haven't slept much in the last few days because of me and I feel bad. Your mind is probably shot because of lack of sleep too."

I gave her a smile and grabbed her hand, "I should, shouldn't I?"

She looked slightly confused at my words but nodded anyway. I pulled her onto my lap without warning, but was careful not to hurt her, and held her against me. She gasped and went rigid in surprise until I buried my face in her neck to breathe in her scent, which caused both of us to relax into each other. She smelled of apples and cinnamon and her body warmth crept into my skin and sent a small shiver through my body. We both sighed simultaneously in contentment and sat there for a few minutes in silence.

I'll admit, sitting there with her like this helped to make me feel tired. Earlier, I was just too wound up to notice the soft subtlety of her scent and skin against me to realize that it was calming me down.

I leaned back to look at her; she looked exhausted still but her eyes were wide open and aware as she met mine and gave me a sweet smile. I cupped her face between my hands and kissed her forehead, "Let's get some sleep," I whispered softly. She nodded and we moved to lay down again.

Once we were in the position we were in earlier and we were comfortable enough, we both drifted off to sleep pretty easily this time with her head nuzzled between my cheek and shoulder, and my arm wrapped around her small waist.