Emma looked at him incredulously. She stared at him with tears in her eyes. "You used ," she whimpered. Saying that she got up, wrapped a sheet around her and stepped out of the bed.
"Where are you going?" he growled.
"To my room!" she snapped. Picking up the sheet, she spun and dashed to her room. Emma felt like she had co back to square one. She curled on her bed and cried for hours. She went off to sleep just before morning. When she woke up, she found herself wrapped in a fur with the room heated up because of a live fire hearth. With a deep sigh, she dragged herself out of her bed thanking Ginger in mind.
"M'lady!" Ginger's voice ca from the side.
Emma found her cleaning the room and arranging things. "Ginger…"
"M'lady," Ginger ca next to her, looking excited. "Do you know that Goddess Maeve has returned?"
Emma felt pain stabbing her heart. She thought she would burst into a fresh bout of tears, but she controlled herself. But for the first ti in her life, Emma wanted him to et Maeve. Like she didn't want him to deny the opportunity to et the woman he found above her in all ways. "Good!" she said in a thick voice. "Let him have fun!"
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Maeve entered Lazarus's room and found that he was sleeping naked with the sheet covering his nether region. The sll of their sex mingled in the room. The bed was covered with crinkled sheets and furs. He looked… relaxed.
She felt… repulsed. She wanted to go out and let him take a bath, but he opened his eyes and got up.
"Maeve!" he rasped, feeling happy. He was sure that he felt good because he saw Maeve again and not because he had had a mind-blowing orgasm last night. "So the Goddess Maeve has returned back for ?" he smirked as he got up. He crossed his hands behind his head and rested them over the headboard.
"It looks like you are pretty satisfied, Lazarus," she said, ambling to a couch opposite him. "The human keeps you busy?"
Ignoring her question, he said, "When did you co?"
"I ca in the morning," she said with a smile, "but it looks like you ca and ca throughout the night."
He laughed. "Yes, that girl has it in her. She can attract anyone towards her." At that sentence, jealousy reared its head in his heart, but he shoved it down.
"I believe she must have learnt the art of attracting males around her. She is talented, isn't she?" Maeve smirked. She had to keep his hatred going on for her and that was why she had to project her as a promiscuous woman.
Lazarus stared at her and his jaws clenched in anger. He said, "Well, I want you Maeve. Co over here and pleasure . Why did that promiscuous woman pleasure ? Even though I haven't claid her, she pleasures . I haven't claid her so far. It is you who I want to claim."
Lazarus was hoping to see Emma in front of him when he woke up. He was going to enjoy her wrath over him, but he saw Maeve. "I am not happy that you do not pleasure ." But he was furious that it was Emma who was so attractive that she was irresistible. His cock began to harden when he rembered how she moaned and squird beneath him. Her body…
"I told you that I can't. My body isn't ready," Maeve replied.
Lazarus understood when people spoke lies. Earlier he was ignoring her lies, but now he saw through them. This made him wonder about the trust between them.
"Then I believe you and I need to go to the healer. I am sure he would have a potion for both of us."
"Oh!" Maeve's spine beca ramrod straight. "The healer can't do anything for this body. But let enter Emma's body and then I will be strong!"
"You look scared," he smirked. How was it possible that Goddess Maeve was scared to go to the healer?
Maeve had to divert the topic. "Have you marked her as yet?"
Lazarus smiled and shook his head. "I will claim and mark you only, Maeve. No one else." That seed to tense her. Lazarus was no fool. He understood her tension. She wanted him to claim Emma before entering her body, so that she would not be tethered to him. He licked his fangs.
He got up from the bed and wrapped a sheet around his hips, ones with which he cleaned Emma and himself. He walked to her, yanked her up and traced her to the healer's room. The healer was surprised to see them but he bowed to them imdiately. Without looking away from her shocked face, Lazarus said to the healer, "Make us a potion. We both need it."
"Wh— what potion?" Maeve asked, trembling in his grasp. Her weak body was betraying her. If she didn't use magic now, she was going to regret it. Damn the bloody body.
"It's nothing, Maeve," Lazarus said. "It is going to make you want ."
Maeve's face blanched. She snapped her fingers and disappeared from there.
Lazarus was left alone in the healer's room. The healer looked like he had seen a ghost. Why wasn't he surprised? He should have felt angry, but he felt like this was normal. Maeve always ran away from him when he talked about pleasure. Lazarus walked to sit on a chair and said, "Make a potion to lessen my sexual urges." With Maeve in the palace, he obviously couldn't go to Emma.
The healer gave him the little bottle of potion within a few minutes. "You have to drink one spoon in a day," he advised.
Lazarus drank the whole bottle and wiped his face with his hand. This was going to take care of a few days. He traced back to his room and heard Emma taking a bath. He clenched his fists, digging his claws into his flesh. "Maeve. Is. My. Bride." He felt the burn in his throat.
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