MATED TO THE VAMPIRE KING SON Chapter 65

Freda's Pov

When Christie insisted on bathing me, I found it weird, so I insisted she didn't. She never left my room, she instead made conversation with me from my chamber while I took my bath. 

"If Mother was here, she would be so proud of me. Lady Agatha took care of me. I expected that she would be more glad I was appointed to the Queen's chamber. Or teach me more to improve my competency."

I rubbed the sponge on my body, melting the soap into my skin. Her words brought me back to my mother. If Christie had my mother, she would be grateful for someone like that than having none to take care of her. "I'm sure Lady Agatha is just careful of her job. It doesn't mean she hates you" I said even when I knew it wasn't true. It was evident Lady Agatha was jealous of what Christie had.

"I think so too. I would apologize to her soon, for my incompetency" she agreed with me. "Her son is kind to me though," I could hear a blush from her voice.

"Her son?" I chuckled. Water ran down my body and my face and I felt relieved, of all mental stress too. 

"He doesn't work in the palace. He visits once in a while. With gifts too…" Her last sentence trailed like she didn't want to reveal it. If Lady Agatha's son gifts her, it means his mother isn't aware.

"It's okay…you're safe here," I said and she laughed heartedly. In such a long time have I heard her voice so full of life. I remember her words of me making Damien feel alive again.

I didn't want to think too much of it. Is he happy with me? Are his expressed feelings true? I tapped my forehead. Of course, it was true. If he wasn't true, how about me? How do I explain the longing every day?

The pretense of sleep I fake so he could wrap his hands around me at night.

"Freda!" His voice wasn't the calm, inviting tone he usually had when he wanted to talk about our mate bond. It was fierce and it startled me in the bathroom.

"Where is Freda" I heard him ask Christie, who was obviously trembling by now. 

"In the… bathroom…" she responded.

"Leave this chamber now and do not come back unless ordered by me!" He growled and I heard Christie scurry out the door. "Freda!" He yelled again. I wondered what could have made him upset in such a short period.

We just had a walk in the garden. It was romantic, and and sweet. Was it the burn that made him so mad? Did it not heal?

"Freda, I know you can hear me" he growled again. "You have been carefree lately" 

"It's a good attribute, Damien. Why the rage?" I frowned, rinsing water from my face so I could hurry to join him outside. Why were his mood swings occasionally imbalanced?

"Christie is a maid. I hear you are tolerating disrespect from her."

"Christie is my friend, Damien." I snapped 

"Queens are not friends with servants!" He growled.

I busted out of the bathroom, holding my fists together like I was stopping myself to punch him. "You don't tell me what to do, Damien!"

"I am your king!"

"And I am not your queen yet! If you are so embarrassed about my attitude. Then let me go!" I screamed my lungs at him like there was a former rage stored in there.

He could stop me from doing anything else, but Christie was the only person I had here. The least he could do was let me be with her when he was with me. She kept me company and made me happy. 

"You took my family away from me and now that I try to build one… you're against it!

"Freda, …listen" his voice suddenly softened.

"No, Damien. You listen to me this time!" I snapped before he manipulated me with his foxy voice. 

"No, Freda…you're…" he swallowed and turned his back against me. "You're naked." He said.

I froze as I slowly looked down at my body. I was dripping water, my bare body in the open for Damien to see. "I..i.." I tried looking for a nearby cloth to cover up, but a hand held me back.

Damien's gaze swept me, head to toe. "I've never seen anything like this in the blood club" he muttered, his gaze locked on my breast. I flush with both embarrassment and desire.

He wasn't listening to all I was saying all this time I came out? Why did it take him so long to tell me was naked? 

"You don't get to see this," I tell him, dropping my hand from his as I rush to the bed to get a blanket. There was nothing but a shawl which only covered my breasts. 

It was like I deliberately shifted his gaze to my honeypot as his piercing eyes focused deeply on them. I felt myself red and hot in desire.

My heart started to pound. I wanted Damien. I wanted this man who just finished yelling at me. He took a step forward and I could swear my nipples hardened. 

"Don't..come..close" I stuttered. I didn't mean it. I was lying. I need him as close as he could be. Inside of me, if that was possible tonight.

"You've tempted me fit way too long, Freda" he growled coming closer. "I want you, my mate." His eyes reddened. 

I gulped in the remaining self-esteem left in me as I licked my dry lips when I saw Damien's rod harden against his pants. "I…want you, Damien" I couldn't believe I uttered that.

With his speed, he dashed close to me. His body pressed against mine. His fingers held my jaw and I closed my eyes as his other hand caressed my thighs. 

He raised my jaw and planted a kiss on my nose, teasing me to my lips. I grabbed his lips before he could sneer at me further, but the knock on the door startled me.