Greetings, my loyal readers! Thank you so much for your kind reviews! The more of them I get, the quicker I update! So, you like the story so far, I assume? I NEED A LEMON PLEASE! This chapter would have been a lemon chapter if someone would help me, but until then, I'm just going to play on the feelings of the lovely characters and give you a few teases. The usual stuff: Britishness and I do not own anything but the storyline.
RPOV
I had healed very quickly under the watchful eye of Adrian. I was definitely falling in love with this man – and not just because he returned to my flat with a large box of doughnuts every time he went out. He smiled more frequently, which made me smile, so my flat was often a ray of sunshine.
My wound stopped throbbing after about a week, but it was two weeks until Adrian let me out again. We scheduled a double date with Lissa and Christian in the evening after a day of shopping for the girls. Unfortunately, even though I had been fully forgiven and appointed a place in the queen's guard, both my boyfriend and my best friend would not let be the guardian until they were fully convinced that I was better. Adrian wouldn't even let me go for a jog without two or more people accompanying me!
As Lissa, Mia and I sat in the food court of the mall eating yet another box of doughnuts, Lissa's eyes seemed to be gleaming with something other than the sweetness of the wonderful treats in front of us.
"What is it, Liss?" I asked, "You're glowing!" I gasped. "You're not...?" I missed out the word 'pregnant' which seemed to make it hang in the air even more.
"No!" she laughed, "I wish though! Maybe soon!" she lifted up her left hand, exposing a beautiful ring with a silver band and an emerald on it. Mia clapped her hands in delight.
"So, fire crotch has finally proposed, huh? It looks beautiful, Liss!" I joked. She looked horrified at the nickname, and gave me a playful slap on the arm. I crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out at her as Mia stared at our faces, amused. Queen Lissa was finally getting everything she wanted.
APOV
Rose and I walked to dinner hand in hand. I was still extremely worried about my Little Dhampir, but I wasn't about to let that on. Cousin was gleaming, and I could tell from her aura that she was engaged, but I wasn't sure whether I was to believe this, considering the huge mistake I made when reading Rose's aura in that dream.
Rose was wearing a low cut red dress that encouraged many sexual fantasies on my part. She sauntered over to the table where cousin and Christian were already sat and messed up Christian's hair, making him scowl violently.
"So, fire crotch! You're going to be a Dragomir soon! I wonder what it must be like, taking your wife's name!" Little Dhampir laughed. I chuckled also, seeing how happy she was. This just increased Christian's scowl, but before he could retaliate, Lissa touched his hand and shook her head. His eyes filled instantly with adoration. Poor love-struck fool! Well, I can't really criticize, since I was gazing into Rose's eyes in a similar manner mere seconds before.
"How are you two getting along in your flat? Having fun? Christian asked as soon as Lissa dropped his gaze.
"Yes, so much fun, pyro, but not almost as much as I've seen between you and Lissa! Trust me. I did not want to be pulled into her mind in those moments. I'm practically scarred for like!" She smiled sweetly, as if the two of them were discussing the weather. Christian hissed, and the conversation was over, which made me laugh even more.
Lissa launched into full detail about the arrangements for the wedding, but throughout the dinner, Little Dhampir ran her hands along my legs. She got closer and closer to my intimate place, making me extremely hard. I tried to stop her in the beginning, but truthfully, I didn't want to stop her, so let her continue with her fun. I began to pant slightly, which, apart from Rose, no one saw. She grinned at me as we made our way back to her flat.
RPOV
I had been running my hands up his legs throughout the dinner; more interested in making him aroused than listening to wedding details. This meant that I only caught some of the bride's maids and the colour scheme.
As we made our way back to my flat, Adrian pushed himself against me in attempt to hide the erection that I could feel pressing on my hip. The thought of what lay underneath his pants left me barely able to put the key in the lock. Finally, we crashed into the apartment. I had just closed the door when I felt his hot lips against mine.
I reacted instantly, returning his passionate kiss with kisses of my own; biting down on his lip and savouring his groan. He pushed me up against the wall any I wrapped my arms around him as he began to place kisses on my neck and collarbone. His hands found my hair and closed into fists. I moaned, knowing what I wanted from him, but he just continued to kiss me. Frustrated, I pulled him away from me by the hair and gave him a quick, hungry kiss.
"Ivashkov, I want you!" I whispered frantically. In answer, he groaned once again and began to expertly unzip my dress, pressing kisses onto my bare skin that left the area tingling. He had the zip all the way down, but left me there. Annoyed, I began to grind my hips into him, which earned another groan from him and he finally began to push one of the straps down…
… Just as there was a knock at the door. Wildly, I ran into my bedroom, leaving Adrian – who was more presentable – to answer the door. I zipped up my dress, but didn't dare to steal myself a glance in the mirror.
"Little Dhampir! It's for you!" Adrian called from the doorway. I tried my best to wipe off my now smudged lipstick as I walked, only to find a tall man with brown hair waiting at the door.
More today I hope! Hope you enjoyed! That was my best attempt at an almost-lemon, Lol! Read and Review! Love you!
