Dark Hunger

Caleb stifled a growl. "Fuck!" His cock shot north. 

In order to break their conversation, Laurel called him, "Your Highness! You—" 

But Caleb didn't even pay attention to her. He picked up his bride in his arms. She hooked her legs around him and they walked out of the restaurant. Elize tilted her head over Caleb's shoulder to look at the pest called Laurel. This was her answer to her for giving her the idea to reject her mate. Elize was sure she wouldn't reject him and so she decided to take each day as it came. She had to build her relationship with the man who worried her and for whom she was worried. Deep down she knew he belonged to her. The thought made her feel better and Elize was craving to feel better. She caved in to her feelings. She wanted to live and she wanted to live with him. 

When they left the restaurant, Laurel stomped her foot down. She clenched her jaws to the point they pained. Whenever she planned on breaking them apart, they only came nearer. She was so happy that Elize would be eliminated once and for all, but now the vampire declared openly that she was in a mood to test the relationship with her husband. Laurel was sure that Elize was looking at the riches the king came with. Otherwise, what could be the reason that she was trying to seduce him all of a sudden? What happened within a few hours? She was his mate, but a greedy one. She had to show it to Caleb as to how greedy the queen was. She had to somehow show the king that the queen was greedy over her goodwill towards the people of Ixoviya. That was why she was keeping him around her and not in the place he belonged to. With these thoughts, she strode out of the restaurant. 

Caleb had gone to settle the bills when Elize walked back to the room and picked up the packed bags. When she emerged from the room into the lobby, dressed for the drive, Caleb had been still battling with the hard-on, scarcely able to adjust his jeans over his aching length. He had carried her all the way to the room in that position and she had only tightly wrapped her legs and arms around him making a show out of it. Caleb was thankful that she didn't put her hands on his shaft when he perched her on the bed, because if she did, even her finger touching it would have made him release. He felt like a randy lad around her all the time these days. The deadly blows that the demons had given him hadn't dented his need for her. He was a werewolf and a sorcerer and his kind needed release many times a day, or else they would go in a rage, but around Elize, he had to show utmost patience. 

As she climbed down the stairs, with a pale blush on her cheeks, dressed in a white sweater and cutoffs, he couldn't pull his gaze away from her. He raked his gaze over her. The woman was sexy without making an effort. She was wearing sneakers and he imagined her in red stilettos around his neck while he took her. Elize took her hands to her neck and rubbed it slightly under his gaze, and her ruby bracelet came into view. And one of his favorite fantasies stormed inside his mind—the one in which she is wearing nothing but the bracelet as she straddled him and rode so hard that her boobs bounced. When she was on the landing, he watched her transfixed in his place—those curvy hips sashaying sexily. Gods, she had a big ass and he wanted to dig his fingers in it. 

"Are you ready?" he asked when she approached him. Not able to stay away from her, he trailed the pale blush on her cheeks. 

She nodded with a faint smile, flashing those wee fangs, while his balls were so blue that he wondered if they would ever become alright again. Suddenly he wondered how those fangs would be on his shaft and his cock twitched making him groan with pain. 

"What's wrong?" she asked with a frown without looking down and bit her bottom lip. 

Poor Caleb. He was… dumbfounded. He was used to his wife ignoring him. Her attention—it would surely give him a heart attack. 

After he took the packed bags from her, he stuffed them in the car and then rushed to the passenger seat to open it for her. "I want to sit behind," Elize said in a husky voice. While Auril was stuffing his bags in, Laurel was sitting in the rear seat. 

Caleb's eyes flew wide open and he wondered what his wife had in mind. But anything for her. "Sure!" he breathed. Then he looked at Laurel and said, "Take the front seat. Elize wants to sit here." 

Laurel nodded with a smile even as on the inside a lava was bursting inside her. She had to connive a plan to keep them far from each other. Maybe she had to use her magic again on the weak vampire. She got out of the car and went to walk in the passenger seat while Caleb held the door open for his mate and then rushed to the other side to site beside her. He flung the key to Auril to drive the car. Since Auril wasn't looking, the key hit his head. "Damn you wolf!" Auril grunted. But Caleb was already seated beside his bride, who had crossed her long, fleshy legs and was looking at him with her red eyes. Suddenly, she crossed over him and removed a piece of lint from his shirt, brushing her cheeks over his heated skin. His eyes shot to her ass once again and he could see more of the flesh. She was definitely wearing one of the things he had bought for her.. He stifled a groan again and squirmed in his seat.