MATED TO THE VAMPIRE KING SON Chapter 66

Freda's pov.

My hands jittered and grew clammy as I made my way down to the dining room. I thought of what happened earlier and wondered what would have happened if Christie hadn't interrupted us with dinner.

When he had come up earlier to scold me about my little friendship with Christie I had lost my temper and hadn't even realized that I had left the bathroom naked, somehow somewhere at the back of my mind I loved the way he stared at me, at my body like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, the feel of his soft lips casually caressing the tip of my nose, how his hand cupped my jaw, holding it in place so I couldn't look elsewhere but at him. My thoughts ran wild as I almost missed my footing.

"Fucking hell," I muttered as I regained composure, putting away my nasty thoughts as I made my way to the dining area. I could hear his Uncle speaking loudly, and I frowned; he was one lousy chatter.

Damien's eyes found mine as I entered the dining room; they didn't leave my face as I made my way to my seat, normally, I'd sit next to him, but today, I decided to sit opposite him so I could stare at him as much as I wanted.

"Hello Uncle Keiran," I said before taking my seat, and he smiled at me. Apparently, Damien didn't like that because he had a frown on his face and it made me wonder whether It was actually because his Uncle smiled at me or rather because I refused to sit beside him, either way, I didn't mind.

"You look lovely this evening," Uncle Keiran said and I looked down at my dress. I knew I looked lovely because I took my time finding something right for dinner. I pulled my hair up in a bun baring my neck, the little chain I wore had a huge pendant that dropped so low resting between cleavages, it wasn't much but it was evident, that I had put in a little effort getting ready, I was never one for make-up or fashion but I wanted to show Damien I could be beautiful too, with clothes and without clothes.

"Why, thank you, you don't look bad yourself," I said, offering one of my cute smiles, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Damien eyeing his Uncle.

"Why are you seated so far from me?" I heard Damien ask, so I turned to face him. He had this hooded expression on his face, and it clearly showed his desire for me. I forced saliva down my throat as I met his gaze.

"This seat is of my choosing, I want to eat like this," I said. It took a lot for me to be able to draw my eyes away from his; it had felt like he had me trapped in his eyes.

"The desire burning between you two reminds me of my younger centuries. Ahh, I used to be a wild one, chased after everything with a skirt," Uncle Keiran said; he had this glint of mischief in his eyes that told me he never stopped chasing after everything with a skirt.

Trolleys were rolled toward me as my dinner was placed in front of me. I looked at the maid, hoping it was Christie, but it wasn't, and I frowned.

"Where is Christie?" I asked the maid and she responded without looking up at me.

"In the kitchen, Your Highness, Madam Agatha gave her some other task to do".

"Okay," I said; she nodded briefly before leaving the room.

"What is it!" Damien asked me, and I shook my head. Apparently, he didn't hear what I had asked the maid, and it was better that way.

"Nothing, Uncle Keiran, you sound adventurous," I said, trying to drive the conversation elsewhere. I could tell Damien's Uncle was fishing for a conversation, so I gave him something to talk about while I ate.

"My first sexual contact was with one of my father's many slut, oh what was her name, something flowery, Flora? Rosa?" He said racking his brains trying to find her name.

The taste of the food refused to register its presence on my tongue as I tried not to squirm remembering Damien's hands gripping my thighs, they were the same hands holding a cutlery so beautifully like it had not found its way up my thighs, I could feel my panties get wet and I clenched my thighs.

"Ahah it was Lillian, as in the flower Lilly, she was beautiful and an expert in doing what she was told, remember one time she had just finished giving pleasure to my father and she snuck her way up to my room and it was blissful, she was a vampire and we both drank from ourselves, it was a pure pleasure until we were caught, my father didn't do anything to me but of the poor girl, she was battered bitterly and sent out of the castle, and my father warned me as royalty to never settle for seconds".

He said proudly and I hid my face, all his talks were inappropriate for a dining setting, and had been hoping Damien would tell him to be quiet but he didn't. I regretted pushing him to talk because now I couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel to have Damien inside of me, I looked up to stare at him and caught him staring at me too, this time I didn't take my eyes off his and stared at him even deeper as my mind reeled until I came up with a decision.

There was no way I was going to be running away from here without ever having tasted Damien, I was ready to give into all the pleasure in the promise his eyes held, I was ready to bare my soul, I was ready for him to consume me and once we got back upstairs I was going to let him have me.