Chapter 41: Congratulations, Daddy
Everything had changed, entirely.
Erebus was no longer the Erebus that I met that night and I wasn’t the woman that he had captured anymore. As we laid there, together, on his bed, I thought about all of things that I did that day—or everything that I hadn’t done.
He was many things, but my King was no liar. When he said that he would no longer treat me as a slave, he meant it. When he said I’d be sleeping with him—beside him—on his bed and in his room, he meant it. That day, the entire day, after we woke from our slumber, he locked himself in his office with me. And, the entire time, all he did was read letters and write while I stared at him and pretended to read a book.
Our situation was ironic and very poetic: the Vampire King felt for his slave named Hope. Well, at least, the lie that we were living was poetic, because the truth was far more gruesome and horrific. The truth: the woman with a nightmare of a family felt for the Vampire King who unknowingly was committing suicide by keeping her.
This is all wrong.
As I laid beside him, his arm wrapped around me and my head resting on his shoulder, I looked at him. Though the room was dark, it wasn’t hard for me to see that he wasn’t asleep yet and that he too drowned himself in his own deep thoughts. By the distant look in his eyes, I could tell that whatever it was that was on his mind was eating at him away as much as what was on mine was at me.
“What’s on your mind?” I softly asked.
We had became comfortable with each other, and though I had yet to forgive him for everything that he had done to me, I leaned on my curiosity because it was easier to accept that I wanted to know him and about him because I was curious and not because I somehow cared.
“Nothing.” He responded after a minute’s worth of thought.
He had shifted beside me, pulling me closer—if at all possible—to him. I heard him intake a large breath and slowly exhale in a soft sigh.
Finally, he mumbled, “I wish that I hadn’t hurt you.”
He was sincere, and very much so that he looked me in the eyes when he spoke.
“When did you realize…” My voice trailed off.
“It was a while ago.” He admitted. “I just...my pride wouldn’t allow me to…”
I could tell that he wanted to tell me exactly what he felt, but it was hard for him. I couldn’t blame him though. I was, for some unknown reason, thankful that he was at least opening up to me.
“Why’d it take you this long to say something?” I asked.
For a moment, he went silent. However, his eyes betrayed him entirely. I could see right through him, and his heart told me that there was something that he desperately wanted to tell me but couldn’t find the words to do so.
Then, surprisingly, he answered, “It didn’t. The last day that you spent in that dungeon, I came to you.”
I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
“All I remember from that day is you losing control.” I responded.
“That’s because you were so out of it that I knew that you’d forget once you passed out.” He confessed. “But I apologized and acknowledged that I was wrong. You saving Kevin had nothing to do with it.”
It dawned on me.
“That’s why you started acting differently…” My voice trailed off.
“I never meant to touch you or threaten you the way that I did that day. I-I lost control.”
He sounded desperate when he spoke. Even his actions came off as desperate: he firmly cupped the side of my face and ran his thumb across my cheek.
“Then, I used and took the opportunity as an excuse to start behaving differently toward you.” He admitted.
From the incident on—until now—I believed that the reason he behaved differently was because he felt guilty for having touched me the way that he did, against my will. I thought that Erebus had changed the way that he interpreted me because he saw me at a near breaking point.
In that moment, I learned that my King never once pitied me. He treated me differently because he saw his mistakes and realized how wrong he was.
He is changing…
“Hope.” He called.
That name was a guilty reminder of the liar that I was. Disgustingly though, I still looked at him with innocence.
“Will you give me a chance?” He pleaded.
It was hard not to give him what he wanted when I was put in a position where I had no right to say no. I felt obligated to give this man a chance to make things up to me because he did nothing to me.
I am Silver Synn. I am not Hope Smith.
I told myself that Erebus did not harm Silver Synn. I told myself that Erebus harmed the lie: Hope Smith. I was the greatest of hypocrites because I told myself that Silver had no right to tell him that he didn’t have a chance to make things right with her because he didn’t know her yet and she didn’t know him.
So, I used it as an excuse, and tonight, I would let him see all of me. Tonight, for the first time, I’d be honest with myself and with him.
I shifted upright, leaning against him with my body pressed against his own. My hands found his bare chest, gently touching him as I leaned into him and took his soft lips in my own.
Our tongues danced with each other, tempting us to fall into the temptation of our deepest desires. And without any desire to deny each other, there was no battle other than the one that we held against each other for dominance—a dominance that I had no chance of getting and shamelessly didn’t want.
His hand pressed against the small of my back, the other sinfully sliding below the other and squeezing my thigh. In one swift movement, he pulled my bent leg beside his hip and turned me onto my back. A heat had spread throughout my body, rooting from my abdomen and my throbbing, wet sex.
As his body found it’s way on top of my own, I felt his hard member press against my lower lips and pushed me into a greater arousal. The thin layer of fabric that concealed my needy core quickly soaked with my juices and made my desire for the man on top of me all the more obvious.
An animalistic growl erupted from the back of Erebus’ throat. He knew the effect that he had on me; he could smell my arousal.
His lips trailed hungry kisses down my jaw and my bare neck. My soft moans filled the air, my breathing had become erratic, and my blood pumped quicker through my thin veins. Erebus’ touches...they weren’t desperate, they were passionate.
He had gently sat me up, swiftly pulling the shirt from my body and pushing me back down with another hungry kiss to my mouth. This time, as he kept my lips occupied, he took the opportunity to rip the small, black lace panties off of me.
I gasped, feeling him press his throbbing shaft against my wet, unprotected clit. His mouth had moved away from my own, his lips leaving ghostly touches on my neck and chest. I wouldn’t dare look down, and I was glad that I hadn’t because just as his lips left my skin, his warm tongue brushed against my hard nipple.
With a soft moan, I had persuaded him to continue and he wrapped my lips around my needy bud, gently sucking and nibbling. My hands had found his strong biceps, gently squeezing as his own hand rose to my unattended breast and gently toyed with needy nipple.
I wanted more.
I rubbed against him, my wet clit brushing against the crotch of his pants and pleasuring itself with the hardness of his member.
He didn’t like that.
Instantly, he grabbed my hip and pressed my body back against the bed. His mouth and hand left my breasts, and I cried out as he took my hands into his own and pressed them over my head.
His lips lowered to my ear, whispering, “Let me pleasure you, my little Hope.”
My skin covered in goosebumps, light sweat breaking at the top layer as his lips began their torturous trail of ghostly touches down my body until they met my soaked cunt. I had spread my legs wide for him, but to make sure that they’d stay that way, Erebus wrapped his arms around my thighs and held them down and open as his tongue attacked my sensitive bud.
A gasped loudly, a wave of pleasure shocking my body into a paralytic state as he ran his tongue up and down the bundle of nerves. I desperately grasped onto the bedsheets, balling my fists as my back arched and a loud moan broke past my lips.
My toes curled, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I reached my climax far quicker than I’d have liked. Nonetheless, just as the intense wave of passionate heat left my body, it returned with a greater desire for my King.
I wanted to feel him—all of him. I wanted his throbbing member deep inside me, pumping in and out of me.
I wanted him to fuck me until our bodies gave out.
After licking the dripping juices off of my wet lips, Erebus briefly shifted his weight off of me and slid his pants off. His large shaft sprung out, the fabric no longer restricting it.
Just as my eyes had landed on his throbbing member, Erebus lowered himself onto me and planted a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Say no, and I’ll stop.” He exhaled, his own breath growing uneven.
With no desire for him to do such thing, I took his hard member into my hand and positioned it against my needy hole.
“I want you.” I whimpered with impulse.
A hunger flashed in his eyes and his lips crashed onto my own. It must’ve only been to distract me because but a second had passed before Erebus’ cock had been thrust into me, my walls hugging him tightly.
Another loud gasp erupted from the back of my throat. This time, Erebus pressed his face against my neck and slowly, he drove out of me only to quickly plunge back into me.
My thighs pressed against his hips, pushing back as Erebus began his heavy thrusts in and out of me. My loud moans filled the air, his soft groans mixing with my own as he continued to pump in and out of me, pleasuring the both of us.
Not for a second did he slow down and not for a second did I want him to. When his eyes found my own, I saw a deep desire that was far from mere lust.
He loved. Erebus felt love.
The warmth that had lingered in my chest had suddenly thrust itself into my heart and the look that he offered me was what I began to feel.
I loved. I felt love.
“Erebus!” I cried as I felt him drive me closer to the edge.
In those moments, right before we both reached our deepest state of euphoria, we looked into each other’s eyes and we weren’t just physically naked anymore.
We were both vulnerable, completely, yet it was the safest I had ever felt.
This man… He had become my safe haven.
I felt his hard member expand inside of me, and just as his warm seed pumped into my core, my legs began to quiver beside him and my walls tightened around him, pushing me over the edge.
I trembled beneath him, my arms embracing him as he collapsed on top of me.
We both desperately fought for air, and though sweat covered our bodies, we didn’t care. We held each other in vulnerability and we took care of one another.
Is this our freedom?
Nothing else mattered.
As I laid there, beside her, all I could think of were the things that we had done and the memory that we had created and would share till the end of time. As strong and powerful as I may have been, I had never felt safer and more secure than in the moments shortly after she had given herself to me and I to her.
Though it should’ve been vise-versa, Hope held me closely as I rested my head on her soft breasts and listened to her stilled heart. Though it was beatless, I could hear her warm blood running through her veins and for a hungry being like me, it was oddly the most calming sound I’d ever came across.
That...that, was not just sex. That...that, was what I learned to have been love.
For the first time, I felt loved in a very different way, and it was beautiful.
“You’ve just made me go against everything that I stand for.” Hope whispered.
Her hold on me tightened and for a moment, I was afraid that she had regretted it. I shifted my weight onto my arms, lifting myself up to look at her face. When my eyes captured her own, she rose her hand and gently cupped the side of my face.
“Don’t make me regret it.” She said.
“I won’t.” I quickly responded. “And, I promise to be honest with you from this moment forward.”
I didn’t know what it was, but something made the look in her eyes change completely. She looked at me as if I had said something that made her feel just as guilty as I did whenever she reminded me of all of the things I had done to wrong her.
Shortly after, tears gathered in her eyes and she averted her gaze elsewhere.
“Hope?” I called softly as I gently brushed my fingertips against her chin, drawing her sight back to me.
She looked at me wish so much hopelessness in those eyes of hers. Something was truly bothering her and knowing that I was more than likely the cause of her anguish burdened me greatly.
“Erebus…” She murmured.
Whatever it was that she was going to say to me, it was clear to me that it was very difficult for her to say.
“There’s something that I have to tell you…” Her voice trailed off.
When she sat up, I began to feel a sense of fear for what she was going to say. She let out a shaky breath as I sat up beside her, my eyes never leaving her. She’d kept her eyes on her hands and never ceased to end her interest in them.
Her lips parted, and with her voice came a loud banging from my door. Then and only then did we both set our eyes on the doorway as another loud knock echoed through the room.
In an instant, I recognized the scent and presence.
“It’s Genesee.” I reassured her.
I would’ve ignored it; I truly wanted to. However, when Genesee rapped her knuckles against the door for a third time, I knew that it was urgent.
“I’m sorry. This won’t take long.” I promised.
I planted a tender kiss on her forehead, shooting her a soft smile afterward.
Swiftly, I moved to the edge of the bed, picked up my sweat pants from the floor, and slipped them on. It must’ve been merely a couple of seconds before I had found myself stepping out of my bedroom and shutting the door behind me.
“What the hell, Genesee?” I growled. “This better be important.”
I glowered at her, my nostrils flaring. I was more annoyed with her now than I had ever been, and perhaps even a little angry as well.
“Erebus, it’s —”
Her lip trembled and her eyes looked into my own with terror in them.
“What? Genesee?” I pried. “What is it?”
She wouldn’t say. Instead, she dared look away from me. She seemed to be distracted by something else, and whatever it was, it must’ve been so damn important that she refused to speak while I stood in front of her, nearly furious at her.
It’d been a minute before I felt someone standing behind me, and I quickly turned my back to Genesee.
I saw her, standing but a few feet before me with a smirk plastered on her face and her arms crossed just beneath her breasts.
“What the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay away.” I scowled at her.
She said nothing. Instead, she lowered her hands and undid the coat that hid what appeared to be a pregnant belly.
My eyes shot up to meet her own.
“Cam?” My voice lowered.
I took one hesitant step toward her before the memories of the last time we’d been together came rushing back. It’d been, at least, six months ago.
A sinister chuckle erupted from the back of her throat.
“Congratulations, daddy.” She hummed.