You want to fuck him...He's mine.

I couldn't get those words out of my head. There was no way that I could have mistaken them, the look in his face was serious, but my thoughts were more preoccupied with the fact that he noticed. How could he tell something I wasn't even so sure of myself?

This riddle had me scattering my mind. 

There was only one person I needed to focus on and that was Ryker. None of these other men will distract me from my mission, I won't let them. 

And with that thought, I excused myself from Griffin's presence and went straight back to my room. It took me a while to locate where that was, seeing as I lost myself in the many hallways. Every vast archway looked exactly the same; it almost made me wish I had the sensitive sense of smell like Ryker, or even Wes. Almost. There were some things in the world that were absolutely foul and I'd probably go crazy if I had to smell it all the time. 

"Where have you been?" 

I spun around and came face to face with an angry Ezra. His golden blond locks were still disheveled and clothes frumpily put on, obviously in haste. The thought of what had caused his state of dress made me clench my teeth angrily. It wasn't my place, I know, but I couldn't stop this rush of emotions. 

Him.

And Wesley.

With their bodies all tangled in an intimate embrace. The moans and screams of pleasure. Pleasure that should be mine alone. 

Ryker.

Ryker, Noah. That is all you need to think about. Wes and Ezra are entitled to their relationship together. It has nothing to do with you and it never will, despite what the Riddle Forest said. 

They have no attachment to you other than a body guard and a guide. 

That's it.

With a deep breath, I closed my eyes slowly then opened them. Ezra was still waiting with his hands on hips and eyes narrowed dangerously. 

"I saw that you were occupied and went to go explore so I didn't disturb you," I gritted out. Ezra raised a brow at my tone, then realization dawned on him. Once confused, now amused. 

"Are you jealous?" he teased.

"No," I replied curtly. 

"You are! Aren't you?"

This is Ezra, he was never going to let it drop. So instead of continuing to disagree, I turned away sharply and proceeded into my room. Wesley took that precise moment to emerge from his room. A towel hung low on his waist and his impossibly long raven black hair clung to his muscular back, dripping with water. 

He was washing the scent of sex off as if that would make me feel better.

As if.

I glared at him, shoving past inside my room and slammed the door in their surprised faces. 

Screw them both. I'm sick of Ezra teasing me. Enough was enough!

Like a bird who had his feathers ruffled, I plopped down on the silk clad sultan bed. Adel should be done by tomorrow morning. If I could hold out until then, I might be able to sneak off with the charm and leave them behind. That way, I won't be jeopardizing their lives and my relationship with Ryker. 

With a sigh, I peeled off my borrowed clothes and wrapped a towel around my waist. Just as I was about to enter the shower, there was a knock on my door. Frustrated, I went to open it and an unfamiliar man stood behind it.

I was expecting a gloating Ezra or an apologetic Wesley, but instead, it was a man, a muscular one at that, with golden skin and curly brown hair. His eyes were a beautiful shade of hazel, I was awestruck. 

"Who are you?" I asked. 

The man bowed deeply before speaking in a soft but deep baritone. "I am Eron, servant of Lord Griffin Blackwell. I am here to formally request your presence at dinner tonight at seven with Prince Sylus Baine and Lord Griffin Blackwell."

I stared at the man suspiciously before sighing. 

"I'm going to have to decline the offer, thank you."

Eron's eyes narrowed dangerously and for a second I was afraid.

"To decline such a magnificent offer would be incredibly impolite and foolish." His glare was steely and the threat was clear in his voice. I wasn't sure how to react. Should I be offended?

"And you are entitled to your own opinions, but my answer remains, I am declining the offer. Thank you." 

Before the rude servant could say another word, I closed the door in his face. The nerve of him! Telling me that crap! I could decline if I wanted to! I wasn't a vampire so I didn't have to cave to the commands of the royal family. 

I stormed off into the shower, scrubbing my body angrily. I was just so frustrated with everything. How could things get so complicated so fast? Everything was fine until...

God Ryker, I miss you so much. 

Turning off the water, I grabbed a towel and dried myself off. When I walked back to my room, it took me a moment to realize that I was not alone. Thank goodness I noticed in time because I was seconds away from dropping my towel and giving a show to whoever was watching. 

Who it was surprised me.

Perched on the edge of the bed looking every bit of relaxed, silky red locks tossed over one shoulder, Prince Sylus Baine watched me. 

There was an emotion hidden beneath the emptiness in his eyes that I hadn't noticed before. 

What it was, I couldn't tell you, but it was burning like a candle in the dark. 

"You rejected my offer," he stated calmly. 

"I was not up for dinner."

"Why?"

I raised a brow, clutching the towel around my waist tighter, wishing silently that I brought my clothes into the bathroom to change into. 

"Why does it matter?"

"Because I asked."

That entitled little–

Sylus blinked at me.

"Prince Sylus-"

"Sylus," he corrected in a bored tone. 

"Sylus, I appreciate the offer but-"

"What attracts you to Griffin?" He asked, cutting me off. Blush colored my cheeks and I thought about his earlier words. This just proves I was not mistaken.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I fibbed. 

His eyes flashed red with anger before he was up in my face faster than I could blink. "Do not lie to me witch."

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I didn't realize I was attracted to him until you pointed it out."

"He's mine," Sylus warned menacingly. It was the most emotion I had ever seen on him. 

"Don't you think you're-"

"Mine," he seethed, baring his fangs at me. 

"For goodness sake, I'm taken already!" 

This information seemed to surprise him. He stepped away from me and searched my eyes. 

"That's right, I heard you mention something of the sort."

I nodded. 

"Then why do you still yearn for Griffin?"

"To be honest, a lot of weird things have been happening to me lately and this attraction I feel for him is one of them."

Sylus stared at me for a really long time and it eventually started to make me feel extremely uncomfortable. 

"I can get rid of it," he said finally. 

Now it was my turn to raise a brow.

"How?"

Sylus stepped closer, towering over me slightly, and I don't know why I didn't move back. It was only when he was an inch away and I felt his cool, sweet breath blow in my face did I realize what was happening. And the scariest part is, I did nothing to stop it. 

Not when he ducked his head to press his soft lips against mine, or when his hands slid down my sides to cup my butt intimately. I knew what he was doing and I didn't stop him. What's worse is that I didn't want to. I liked having his hands on me, and his lips were the softest and sweetest that I had ever tasted. I loved the thick spicy smell on his skin, and the way he forced his tongue in my mouth, almost choking me. Which was weird, I'll admit, but a complete turn on. 

I don't know why I've turned into this huge adulterer, but for the life of me, I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop his hands or the moans coming from our throats. I couldn't stop his fangs when they buried into my skin, or the immense pleasure radiating from his masterful hand on my cock. I couldn't control anything and I absolutely loved it.

Sylus wasn't gentle with me like Ryker was. He was dangerous. He knew what he wanted and he made sure he got it no matter what I was feeling and sure, that sounds awful, but if the truth be told, I was glad to melt into him. I'm sick of being independent. I don't have Ryker to rely on and it's taking a toll on me. Sure, that's no excuse to succumb to my desires, but it certainly gave reason to why I was allowing this to happen. 

I felt myself being lowered on to the smooth silk sheets of the bed and my towel disappearing completely. In a flurry of kisses and gropes, Sylus lost his leathers, molding his soft yet hard flesh against mine. He was so hot, like a raging fire, nipping at my skin, digging, pulling. The tips of his locks blended in with the color of my blood which dripped from the delicate corners of his mouth. 

He ravished my body like a man starved, restricting my movements with his powerful thighs and large hands. I was helpless and defenseless. I could do nothing when I felt his finger slide against my puckered hole. I tried to rock my hips, urge him to complete the task, but of course he had to torture me, drawing feather light circles against my sensitive skin. 

He ignored my leaking shaft and aching prostate. He ignored my cries and pleas. He ignored everything, but his own pleasure. 

"You move your body like a whore," he said, hovering over me while I arched my back into him. I pushed my hips up again to brush against the delicious thickness between his legs. It was long and hard as a rock. I wanted it so bad; I could almost say it will kill me if I didn't have it. 

"Sylus, please. Please. Please!" 

"I'm thirsty," he stated, ignoring my begging and thrashing body. Slowly, he dipped his head into the curve of my neck and I felt those sharp needle-like points of his fangs, dig into my skin. 

The initial feeling was pain but then it exploded into a pleasure like no other. I clutched at him like a lover suffering the most euphoric sexual experience in existence. 

I was always told that the vampire's kiss was the most powerful aphrodisiac. I never believed it, but now I know I was a fool not to. 

Sylus squeezed my hips viciously as he drank the very substance that gave me life. The softness of his lips and the roughness of his hands were the perfect combination. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I could do except lay there and take it. 

Sylus pulled away and licked his bloody lips. I sighed, looking up at him. For some reason, after everything I was experiencing, I still hadn't come. I wonder if I was under some kind of charm. 

Hm, kinky. 

"Turn over."

In a sluggish pace, I followed the order I was given, burying my face into the pillows and wiggling my ass in the air as an offering. 

"The arch in your back is the most attractive thing in the world," I heard him say. I sighed, leaning deeper into it. 

Very faintly, I felt his warmth cup the back of my body and the heavy weight of his cock between my very willing ass cheeks. 

Whenever Ryker and I had sex, he made sure to tease me, rubbing his dick along my crack, making me beg him to put it in. It was my favorite form of foreplay.

"You seem to like this position a lot," Sylus noted. 

I nodded, unable to utter a word. I couldn't even form them on my tongue. I was riding a high and I didn't ever want to come down. 

Sylus moved his hips slowly, rubbing along the line of my ass, letting his tip kiss my hole lovingly. 

I was going to pass out from pleasure if he didn't enter me now. 

For a few more moments, Sylus continued to tease me until suddenly, he slammed inside me so forcefully, I felt the delicate ring of muscle protest, nearly splitting. 

Rough was an understatement when it came to Sylus. 

I could hear him groaning in lust, overcome with desire at the feel of my body ripping around him. He slammed into me, hard, fast, and deeply. I choked on tears. 

Then he bit me.

Over and over again, leaving open wounds and hickies in his wake. I should have known this was going to happen when I made the decision to have sex with him. 

He fucked like a vampire. 

They were known to be the kings and queens of BDSM and S&M. I'm surprised he didn't spank me or tie me up. I'll admit that I don't know anything about BDSM, so I didn't know if that was actually what they did. What's worse is, I don't think I would have minded if he did. 

I was so delirious with lust and passion, that I didn't hear the door open until Wes spoke in a panicked tone. 

"We're under attack!"