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with an enthusiastic nod. “How old are you?”

“I’m 5.”

Adrian seems to think for a few seconds.

“Who’s your mother?”

“Ana, silly.”

“No. Who birthed you?”

She shrugs. Losing interest in Adrian she turns to me. “Daddy said that if you agree, we can get ice cream!”

I’m still mad at the Marco’s. They should know better than to use their daughter to butter me up.

“Okay. I’ll take you to get ice cream. Just let me get dressed first.” She lets out an excited squeal and runs out the room. I assume to go tell ‘daddy’.

“You look like you’ve never seen your niece before, Adrian.” I say, stretching and heading for the dresser.

“That’s because I haven’t.”  

I freeze and look at him. “How?”

“I’m not.. accepted in the Society. I haven’t seen my brother in 200 years.”

I turn back to the dresser and pull out a pair of my jeans and a bra. I open another drawer and pull out one of Adrian’s black button-ups.

“Why aren’t you accepted, Adrian?” Normally I’d be shy changing in front of a guy, but Adrian has already seen me naked, so I slip my pants off and put the jeans on. Adrian is silent as I pull my shirt over my head. I get my bra on and an arm through a sleeve before I feel cool hands on my waist. As a human, I would have jumped in surprise. As a Vampire my posture just stiffens slightly before relaxing into him.

His hands slide up my stomach and cup my breasts. A warm, tingly sensations radiate from his touch.

“You’re such an idiot,” he breathes in my ear. I shiver, feeling his breath on me. He leans down slightly and kisses my neck, right where he bites me. I lean on to him and tilt my head to the side. I drop the shirt and turn around, placing my hands on his bare chest.

“What did I do this time?” I ask, breathing in his scent.

“You know how hard it is to control myself, and yet you deliberately take your clothes off in front of me.”

I smile. So he is affected by me! I stretch up and press my lips to his. His arms tighten around me and I press myself to him. My hands snake around his neck and tangle in his hair. I nibble on his lip and he moans. His hands move down my back and to my hips, pressing his lower half to me. I can literally feel him pressing into me. I push him backwards, towards the bed. He falls over and I move so that I’m on top of him. I get an idea. I grab his hands and hold them above his head. His eyes flash red. I smile at him, “Keep them there.” He growls. I growl back and start kissing his neck. I make my way downwards, taking time to suck on each of his nipples. His body jerks a little, but he otherwise shows no reaction.  I reach the waistline of his boxers and lick along the band, dipping my tongue under it slightly. He shudders again and I feel his arm muscles tense as he balls a pillow in his fists. I look up at him as I slide my fingers under the waistband and pull it down. His eyes are clenched shut. His hips shift up to allow his boxers to be removed. He’s now completely naked. I know it’s technically not the first time I’ve seen him naked, but I didn’t pay attention last time. I take his partially stiff member in my hand, mildly surprised that my fingers barely touch. I look up at him again. I can’t believe he’s letting me do this. I kiss his thigh, then take him in my mouth. He lets me go on for a little while before pulling me up and kissing me.

“Why’d you stop me?” I ask, when he moves to kiss my neck. He flips us over and pins my arms above my head again. He presses his forehead against mine and clenches his eyes shut. What is he doing?

After a few moments he opens his eyes. They’re bright red.

“You’re killing me, Anastasia.” He groans and moves off me, picking up his boxers and appearing on the other side of the room. He throws the shirt at me. I put it on and watch him slip on his robe.

“What’s wrong, sir?” I ask.

He just blinks at me. I smirk. “Well, sir, I have a 5 year old to take to get ice-cream. I’ll be back shortly.” Time slows down and I turn in time to catch whatever he just threw at me. Everything returns to normal and I look at what’s in my hand. My mobile phone.

“Our bond would be quicker, but my number is in there if you need me." I nod and leave.

Chapter 14

Its only when we're halfway to the ice cream parlor that I realize people won't be able to see Lyna. How can she eat ice cream in a public place if no one can see her?

"Don't worry, one of the perks in having the King as her father is she's really powerful. She has the ability to temporarily make herself visible,” Marco informs me.

“This mind reading thing is annoying. Is there a way to keep you out of my head?” I ask him.

“Yes, but I’m not telling you how.”

I glare at Blake. Lyna lets out a squeal, announcing our arrival at the ice cream place. I decide that I am not going to talk to any of the Marcos for the rest of this little adventure. I’m still technically mad at them for hitting me. I know he gave Lyna the idea for this so we could be alone. He’s probably still mad because it seems like I’m choosing Adrian. Which to be honest, I am. I chose Adrian when I stopped the Marcos from beating him too badly.

I can tell he’s still in my head because his whole posture stiffens. All three of them let out a low growl. It’s quiet enough that only I, and possibly Lyna, can hear it. My plan to ignore him fails when I get an idea.

“Can I eat ice cream?” I ask him.

He smiles sadly. “Yes. But it’ll taste weird.”

I can get ice cream! I let out a squeal and join Lyna at the counter. I probably moved just a little too fast, but people will just assume I’m a fast runner. I can’t decide between chocolate chip cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, and banana. The Marcos are finding my indecision hilarious. He tells me just to get all three. I do, still excited that I can actually eat it.

We find a booth and have just sat down, Lyna sitting next to me, on the outside and the Marcos on the other side of the table. I’m just about to take my first bite of the mint chocolate chip when a small child approaches our table. He looks nervous as he glances at the Marcos, then me, then settles his eyes on Lyna.

“Hi, I’m Billy,” he says, smiling shyly. The Marcos tense and I turn my head slightly to get a look of the little boy. He looks like a typical 4 or 5 year old.

“Nice to meet you, Billy, I’m Lyna.”

The boy opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted when a woman hurries over.

“Billy! What have I told you about talking to strangers?” She says, grabbing his arm. She looks at me, then the Marcos. “Sorry about this. This kid talks to everything.”

Blaire smiles at her and I hear her quick intake of breath.

“You look familiar, do I know you?” She asks. Wow. What a line. I almost snort, but stop myself. I don’t want to be rude. My almost snort brought her scent to me. I tense up. She’s not a Vamp. But she’s not Human either.

“Depends, Milady. How much do you know about Vampyres?”

I literally see the recognition flash in her eyes. “You’re.. the King, right? Said to be one person three bodies?”

They nod as one. This time I do snort. I can’t help it. I still find the whole ‘one person three bodies’ thing utterly ridiculous. The woman turns her gaze to me.

“I don’t recognize you..”

I smile. “Of course not. I just Turned a few days ago. No one knows me yet.” Her smile fades, replaced with confusion. “I’m Anastasia, Mate to the Kings and their brother Adrian.” Her jaw drops.

“Ana! Don’t be rude,” the Marcos chide me in their three-way voice.

“How the hell am I being rude? All I did was introduce myself.”

Blaine growls. “You’ve been hanging around Adrian too much. You seem to have lost your manners.”

I shrug and decide I want to eat my ice cream. I take a bite of the mint chocolate chip and instantly decide that I don’t like it. What a shame, it was always my favorite.

“I’m sorry about Ana, Miss. She’s new to the whole ‘polite’ thing.”

I nearly choke on my spoonful of banana ice cream.

“I thought I was being polite. I didn’t growl or anything when she gave you that hungry look.”

I see the woman blush, but she doesn’t try to sneak away or anything. She seems to be interested in our argument.

The Marcos tilt their heads to the side. “You were jealous?”

“Of course I was jealous. You’re my Mates.” I turn to look at the woman, she averts her eyes. “Don’t worry sweetheart. I still have to choose between these idiots and Adrian. I technically have no claim on them yet.”

“How can you talk to the King like that? Nona says the Royals don’t tolerate insolence,” Billy asks. Now that I noticed the woman's scent, I notice he carries it too, just fainter.

I lean towards him slightly. “Here’s a little secret, Billy. Mates get special treatment.” I feel something hit my head. I turn to see all the Marcos smiling at me. Something runs down the back of my neck. I look down to see my ice cream bowl empty.

“You! How dare you waste ice cream!” I exclaim, causing everyone to laugh. I scoot over in the bench, pulling Lyna with me. “Have a seat, Lady-who-has-not-introduced-herself.” I say. She smiles.

“My name is Sera.” She says, ushering Billy into the seat.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Sera, what are you?”

She smiles. “I’m a Witch.” I look at Blake.

“Jace doesn’t smell like that.”

“Jace who?” Sera asks.

“Jace Van Helsing. He’s my Guardian.” She smiles.

“He doesn’t smell like me because mother has masked his scent. Things wouldn’t have progressed like they did if the one who bit you knew you were there with a Witch.”

I stare at her, slack-jawed. “You know Jace?”

She laughs. “Yes, I know Jace. I birthed him.”

“Holy shit! You’re his mother?”

She starts to say something but stops when a generic ringtone fills the air. It’s my phone. Adrian must have changed the ringtone. It’s Jace calling me.

“You’ll never guess who I’m sitting here at the ice cream parlor with,” I say right away.

“Okay. Then tell me who?”

I put the phone on speaker and tell Sera to say something.

“Why is your Charge here and you’re not?”

“Mother! What are you doing there?”

“I was taking your