I stood just outside of the shut doors of Erebus’ office, wearing a beautiful baby-blue maternity dress. He’d been in there for most of the night and though he promised that he’d leave me alone and give me all of the space that I wanted and needed, I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I liked to check-in on him ever-so-often.
Without him knowing of it, of course.
My knuckles rapped on the mahogany wood, his voice echoing through it shortly after. “Come in,” he said.
I hesitated at first, but with my lip drawn between my teeth, I pushed the door open, wide enough for me to get through and swiftly shutting it behind me. My eyes gazed around the room, studying it before they landed on Erebus. He was sitting across from his desk, in his chair, alone.
“Silver?” His voice held a hint of surprise, his eyebrows furrowing on me as he asked, “is everything alright?”
A shaky breath parted my lips, my hand moving to gently touch my 6-month-pregnant belly as my eyes locked with Erebus’ hazel ones.
“Yes,” I finally responded, taking short steps until I stood before him, across from his desk and himself.
He had a look in his eyes, but whatever it was that he was thinking, he kept it to himself. It was sort of an awkward situation that we were in. We hadn’t really had a conversation since I broke down in front of him and snapped at him. I was still trying to figure out how I felt about it all, but mostly, I was trying to figure out what sort of life I’d have if I chose to leave—or stay.
The past couple of months had been...odd. We really only ever saw each other a couple of times throughout the day and never for more than ten minutes at a time.
He understood my reasons for avoiding him.
“Silver?” Erebus’ voice drew me away from my thoughts, my eyes searching his concerned features.
Before he could say anything else though, I asked, “You said that you’d give up the throne for me...did you mean it?”
“Yes,” he didn’t hesitate, his eyes searching me as he slightly tilted his head to the side. “Is that what you want? I’ll give it up in a heartbeat if it means that you’ll stop being afraid of me.”
I shook my head, my gaze falling away from his as I whispered, “No. I don’t want you to give anything up for me, and...I’m not afraid of you.”
“Will you ever not lie to me?” He asked as he pushed back on his chair and stood up, straightening on his feet.
I furrowed my eyebrows, snapping my eyes to him before saying, “I’m not lying.”
He scoffed lightly, walking around his desk and toward me. His gaze had briefly shifted away from me, returning to me once he came to a halt at a mere couple of inches before me.
“You’re not afraid of me?” He reiterated, his breath fanning my forehead as he looked down into my eyes.
“N-No,” I tried to speak confidently, but I had failed miserably and he noticed, a smirk playing on his lips.
“That’s very convincing Miss Silver Synn,” he sarcastically stated.
I had paused for a long moment, staring him down for dominance, but the fight was useless. As always, he’d been declared winner before I even had a chance. Frustratingly, I accepted my defeat, blinking my gaze away from his as I bowed my head before him.
“Now, now,” he hummed, bringing his hand up to my face and gently touching my chin. I looked up again, my blue orbs meeting his hazel ones. “There’s nothing to be ashamed about.” He paused for a moment, eyeing me before asking, “Now, what was it that you came here to tell me?”
You want the truth?
“Nothing,” I said to him, shifting uncomfortably beneath his touch. “I...I just wanted to see you.”
His eyes lit up, though he made a great attempt to keep himself from showing anything more than that.
“Have you reconsidered staying in the same room with me?” he asked softly.
“I have,” I said confidently. “And, it’s still a no. In fact, I don’t know if I’ll continue to stay here.”
The light in his eyes quickly vanished and he sighed in despair, nodding gently. “I understand,” he said. With this, his touch fell away from me and he backed away until his back met his desk and he leaned back, crossing his arms just beneath his chest.
For a moment, I felt guilty. My intentions were never to give him false hope, although I did see how my actions may have led to that.
“Don’t,” he cut me off. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
A shaky breath passed my lips, watching him as his eyes finally fell away from mine and he bowed his head, more than likely thinking back to all of the opportunities he had to make things right before it was all too late.
Is it too late?
“I...I need something from you,” I said to him, his eyes snapping back to meet mine. Before he could respond, I moved to him, hesitantly placing my hand on his shoulder. My belly brushed against his hard abs, my unoccupied hand moving to cup the side of his face.
Is this what I want?
His eyes studied me, watching me as my gaze fell to his lips. “Just a little...I promise…” I whispered, my eyes shifting to their pitch-black color as a sudden thirst overtook me.
I didn’t hesitate and he didn’t stop me, his hands taking my waist as I moved my lips to his neck, my elongated fangs brushing against the thin layer of skin.
“All that you want…” his voice trailed off.
Is this what I want?
At those words, my fangs pierced his flesh, his sweet blood instantly flooding my mouth. A light moan emitted from the back of my throat, my fangs digging deeper until a groan broke passed Erebus’ lips and I clung onto him, the sound of me drinking his blood meeting our senses.
I didn’t want to seem greedy, and though I didn’t want to stop, I was prepared to…
...I was prepared to stop until his hands fell away from my waist, finding the back of my thighs and lifting me up onto him.
He had sat on his desk, moving my knees to his sides until I straddled him. With this, his hands moved to the small of my back and he pulled me closer to him, if at all possible, holding me tightly.
I felt his member harden against me, brushing against the thin layer of fabric that barred him from my core.
I hadn’t noticed, but I was soaked. And, in the next second, I wanted more. I wanted more than just his blood. I wanted him. I wanted him inside of me.
My fangs retracted, a loud moan escaping my mouth as Erebus’ blood dripped down the corners of my lips, staining my chin. I had taken a moment, running my tongue against the puncture wounds on his neck until they healed.
“Silver…” Erebus’ husky voice rang in my ears, “Please…”
I pulled away just slightly, my eyes catching his lustful ones. “What are you begging for?” I asked between erratic breaths.
“Stay,” he sounded desperate, one of his hands moving to cup the side of my face. “Please… Stay here, with me. I want this… I want you.”
Is this what I want?
I let out a sharp breath, turning my head away from him.
“Just, please...listen,” he cut me off, begging. “I’ll change. I will be better—do better. I want a life with you and our child and...Azul. I’ll be a better man. I’ll do anything. Just...stay.”
Is this what I want?
I took a deep breath, my eyes searching his compelling ones.
This is better than living a life as a prisoner of my family…
“Please…” he whispered, hopelessly.
I don’t want to leave…
“Okay,” I murmured.
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