The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 375: The mark - V

Everything around him dulled, his senses suspended all of themselves in the moment, when his tongue taste in her blood, but with the intention of marking her.

His teeth sank into her vein and as he breathed in the scent of her blood, he also said it in. Just a little test before he could have it forever and in whatever quantity he wanted.

Tristan held her body as her consciousness left her, and she fell into his arms entirely. He held on to her weight which was barely anything to him, but he welcomed it. Having her body at his mercy in his arms was the best feeling in the world. It was not something Genevive did numerous times, but whenever she did he would take the opportunity.

Let his teeth sink in, allowing her body to take in his essence, for as long as he was going to be in this world. This was not a temporary mating Mark like he had pleased when he had first conquered this kingdom, this first permanent.

This was forever.

When he could feel her in his body, her mind opening up to him, her senses opening up to him, when he could feel what her body felt, only did he lift his fangs from her neck.

His eyes remained on two puncture wounds in between her neck and her shoulder. The perfect spot for anyone to see that she was marked by him and very soon mated as well.

Descent of her blood was still in the air and he was high on it. There was no more potent alcohol in the world than the smell of blood. It was going to take a long time for these bones to heal. They were not like the ones she had had before, they were here to stay.

Kristen lifted her in his arms before waiting for a few moments to get a good look at her face. She was halfway his.

A human wedding did not matter to him. What he had done to her just now was way more than that. The only thing left now was mating and it would follow soon.

He might have concealed a few details about what would happen after she would receive his mark, but it did not matter because it was eventually going to take him to his goal. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Having his fair share of staring at her, he started to move towards her room. Instead of using his speed to reach a room in seconds, Tristan took his time.

It was his possessiveness that ruled his instincts at the moment. Everyone was to see that the queen was marked.

Every vampire recognised what was happening, and they all came into the hallway that he was using standing beside each other with appropriate distance in between and in discipline. Each of them had their head bowed at the sight of them walking while they took in the scent of the new queen, his queen.

Almost everyone was in, those who were not were outside, and they knew what had happened. Their beast had recognised the queen. Whoever had accepted him as the king was now going to accept her ruling by his side.

Climbing over the last step, he turned to the chambers of the Queen and Irene was standing there. Her head was bowed and her eyes remained on the floor. She silently opened the room to him.

Catherine was sleeping, and Tristan knew that by listening to her breathing. She was quite deep in sleep and was not waking up anytime soon. He went to the room that smelled the most of her and he had frequently visited at night. Watching her sleep was his guilty pleasure.

Laying her down on the bed, as Irene put the covers back, he took the covers from her and sent her away. Then, he covered Geneviève with it while sitting beside her on the bed.

Christians have reached over and touched the punch edibles. They were still bloody. Swiping his thumb over them softly, he licked the blood away.

Fuck, he had barely tasted her blood ten minutes ago, and now he wanted more. She had to become a vampire by the end of this year.

He shook his head at the plans he was already making. Everything was going to fall into place, slowly and steadily. This has been the hardest step, of making her choose to be marked by him. The rest was going to be relatively easy.

His finger stressed over her job, committing to his memory about how soft her skin was. He could not wait to let go of his control with her.

Control, he closed his eyes. Control.

Standing up, he took a step back while keeping his eyes on her before turning around and leaving her room. Outside, he found his uncle Dominic and Dawson waiting.

"What?" He rolled his eyes. "Do not think of giving me the talk."

"Why?" Dawson asked.

"Because our nephew is now the king and the king does not receive any kind of talk from his uncles." Dominique answered, making Dawson snicker.

Dawson schooled school, his expressions and they turned serious. "Does she know?"

"No." Tristan’s answer was instant. Jhanvi did not know anything and his eyes conveyed the rest of the message. She was not going to know anything.

"That is not fair to her. Everyone is given the information and knowledge of what happens after you receive the mark. You did not tell her nor did you tell anyone to tell her."

Tristan wanted to care. In fact, there was no one else he cared about more. to having her, there was nothing else he would like to care for.

"She is mine and I chose to have her this way. No one will read the words to her about this." He took a step closer to his uncle Dawson, the righteous one. "Not you and my aunt and no one else. Is that understood?"

Unimpressed and clearly in disagreement, he wanted to say no, but the power that flowed through Tristan made him say yes. With that matter over, Tristan disappeared from the floor.