MATED TO THE VAMPIRE KING SON Chapter 67

DAMIEN'S POV

The moment dinner was over, Freda whisked into the room. She didn't stop to ask me if I was going too, or cared to walk with me. Did Christie mean this much to her? Her rage whenever she was on Christie's side was admirable but for the wrong reasons.

Is that why she refused to sit with me? I could not handle her being that far from me. As I ate, I could taste her lips on mine. The vision of her naked body clouded my eyes the whole time she spoke to my uncle. I wanted Freda, so bad.

She wasn't reciprocating. She was not showing how much she needed me. Did kissing her offend her?  If Christie had not interrupted, would she have allowed me to raise her thighs?

I strode away from the dining table before Kieran stopped me with another question. I could not continue thinking about Freda in front of Kieran, in case he manipulated me into reading my mind.

Only I get to see or think about Freda's bare body.

The walk back to the room was silent. I had been usually quiet at dinner watching her and Keiran interact with each other. It was good they were getting along, but whenever my Uncle said anything sexual she flushed all over, even in the slightly lit room I could see her body turn red. 

I still didn't understand what she had been trying to prove by coming out for dinner in that sinful dress, I had never seen that dress before and wondered where she had gotten it from.

I dashed into the dark room to see Freda already asleep on the bed. I think I should apologize. I ruined her privacy…no, I didn't. Freda needed to understand that she was mine, and that included her perky round breasts and pink sticky pot.

I pulled my shirt angrily remembering how she hurriedly went to cover her body to shield herself from me. Did she still see me as a monster? I had been kind to her, listening to her every want…why wasn't she doing the same?

It was very simple. All I wanted was her, no argument.

I lay on the bed with her, my thoughts drifting to her cleavage and the dress she wore to dinner. How could I tell her, those were for my eyes only? No one should see that new beauty, especially, Uncle Kieran.

"Freda" I called her name softly, but there was no response. Was that how fast she slept? "Freda…" I said again, moving my hand toward her.

"I'd use the bathroom first" she snapped awake, heading for the bathroom.

I lay above the covers listening for a water sound coming from the bathroom. The shower went off and she walked in a night dress that I had never seen before. Without much effort my dick hardened, and I could see her nipples clearly through the dress.

"Goodnight" she muttered to me innocently like she didn't know what she had done, or she wasn't aware she was teasing me with her luscious body.

"Sleep well" I responded, my ego taking the batter part of me. I watched her draw the covers over her body and turned off the bedside lamp. She lay on her side with her back facing me. I stared at the curve of her body and my hands itched to hold her in my embrace, all I needed to do was stretch my hands a little and touch her but I didn't, instead, I turned and lay on my side facing the other way as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

A lot of time went and I did not believe the time had passed so much that all I could think of was my mate who lay beside me. 

Needless, I slept off like a toddler deprived of biscuits. 

Midnight came. Hands touched me, fingers moved around my body, and nails itched to pierce my skin as they grazed my spine.

I groaned in my sleep because they felt nice. The hands were warm and pressed on my cold body, and soon I felt a leg on top of mine.

My hands moved instinctively as I gripped it tight. Only when I felt it to be flesh and real did my eyes open, and my grip on Freda's thighs lessened before dropping her legs back. She was probably too asleep to notice she was touching me.

But she grazed my skin with her hands. That has to be intentional.

I turned the other way to stare at her sleeping frame but when I turned I was met with wide eyes. She was awake and she wasn't touching me due to the possibility of her dreaming but she was touching me because she wanted to.

I didn't know how to process that feeling but I found it exciting, her eyes danced with excitement as I wondered what she was thinking.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

Her fingers trailed my lips like she was intentionally letting me know she was touching me on purpose.

"Why aren't you asleep?" I asked her, wanting to touch her face too but I hadn't been granted permission.

Her hand covered mine as she took it closer to her chest, trailing it down to touch one of her boobs. "You left me hanging, Damien" she muttered.

My dick stiffened as my palm brushed her hard nipples. My hand lay on her back as I brought her close enough to me and without instruction, I placed my palm back on her nipples.

"I thought you didn't want me?" My voice was hoarse, both with desire and sleep.

"Who do you think the dress was for?" She questioned back. A little tingle of excitement sparked my manhood. "I want you, Damien, and now" her soft voice rang in my ears.

My thumb stroked her nipples and a small gasp escaped her lips. "Mate," I said. It was a rumble from my inside. An inner confirmation of Freda's acceptance and for whatever she wanted me to do, I'll do tougher!