Page 61 of The Bonds of Indigo

“Ask me what you want to know then.”

“Did you kill those kids?”

My nostrils flare. “Yes.”

“With Vendra’s magic. You took their hearts and sacrificed them… You did that.”

I hesitate—just a fraction—and I can feel his heart. Generally, Vampires don’t beat hard enough to be felt like this, but somehow it’s there, thudding faintly. Eager. Hungry. Desperate for the truth. For the confirmation that I am the monster. The beast in the night parents warn their children about. The folklore of my people. Stealing hearts to feed to my God for power.

And yet… he wants the truth.

“A technicality… If they had killed me like I begged them to that night, they would still be alive.”

His hand twitches, the grip loosening just enough for me to tear myself free and spin to face him.

“If they had taken my life… every single person would still have a beating heart, and I would have never known the agony of regret, the pain of unjustified punishment, and the taste of someone else’s sin.”

With that, I slip into the tent, curl into the sleeping bag, and silently cry myself to sleep.

Chapter 17

“What’s he doing, Zuhara?” I rest my hand against her soft white head, scratching right in the center the way she likes.

The feline purrs loudly and shifts her massive body to drape even more of her weight over mine. If I weren’t what I am—a damn Dylox—she’d crush me. She isn’t a house cat, even if she desperately wants to be one.

“He is speaking with his Vigoro.” Her words vibrate through my mind in a soft, humming tone.

“Isn’t that just like… talking to himself?”

My eyes never leave his back, all bare and fucking delicious to look at. It’s been a few months since I first started stalking my little deviant, and now that he’s stopped fighting the inevitable—him being mine—I cannot get enough of him. And that’s truly an understatement. I’d love to say he’s equally obsessed with me, but he’s definitely a hard cookie to crack. Unlike his Familiar, Zuhara, who has absolutely fallen in love with me.

“Think of it as meditation.”

I can tell she doesn’t want to be talking. She’d rather I just give her the physical attention Lucifer won’t even dare to.

“Nmm, yes, can you get under my chin?”

I move my hand under her jaw, finding the spot she can’t reach, and she melts like putty into my lap.

After what feels like an hour of letting him ignore me—or meditating—I gently move the sleeping Zuhara from my lap and quietly approach him from behind.

We’ve made this place ‘our spot’. I’d find it romantic if he wouldn’t stop calling it the place I trapped him. He doesn’t complain when I’ve got my cock in his ass and both of his gripped in my hand. I’d prefer it if he would let me take him back to my place or anywhere with a comfortable bed but, alas, I’ll take him how I can… for now.

He doesn’t react as I hover over him, and I sigh.

His legs are crossed, hands resting in his lap. It’s like he doesn’t worry about anyone coming and attacking him. Granted, yes, this place is at the highest peak of the Kulbolt mountains and no one that isn’t suicidal would dare to try and climb it, but still.

I guess it makes sense. Eternal creature and all. Can’t be afraid when you really can’t die.

I’ve played this waiting game long enough and fall to my knees behind him. Grabbing around his throat, he gasps and immediately throws an elbow back. I take it with my free hand before leaning into his ear and whispering, “You’ve spoken with your Vigoro long enough. I think it’s my turn.”

He tries to buck me off him, but I only laugh.

“Kayn!” His fight is adorable, and as he attempts to stand, I quickly spin him onto his back. The moment his back hits the ground, he puts his hands up to grab my shoulders, but I know better.

This back and forth of ours is always the same. He tries to push me away, but the moment I overpower him and show him just how much he loves to be dominated, he turns into a whimpering, panting mess. I do very much enjoy it.

“Oh, come on, little deviant, it’s my turn. I didn’t run up here to cuddle your cat.”