Chapter 268: 268 Mate Or Meat (Part 1)

Roxana walked into the room where the aroma of food reached her nostrils. Ahead of her, she could only see Alexander's arm only as he sat on the armchair that faced away. In front of him at the table, many dishes were served.

She walked over and as she came into sight his eyes ravenous gaze fell on her. She could feel the intensity in them as she went to sit down on the sofa to his right before looking at him. He wore a silky black robe that covered his knees and was loose enough to show the middle of his sculpted chest.

Her gaze traveled up his neck, past his inviting lips, and to his eyes.

His eyes. They were certainly different. They made her shudder inside. There was no subtly in them. Just a raw need. He looked at her as if she was fresh meat and he was a lion.

"You should eat before it gets cold," he told her. His voice was calm, unlike his eyes.

She looked at the table. There was meat and fish. Egg, beans, spinach, and kale. He wanted her to eat all this? She would usually rejoice in this and have no complaint but she couldn't help but ask why all of a sudden.

"You don't like it?" He asked.

"Where did you get all this?"

"I ordered."

"Ordered?" as she turned to him again, she found his eyes on her bare thighs.

"Yes," he said without tearing his gaze away from them.

Roxana pressed them together feeling the pull of his eyes. His gaze traveled further up along her hips, waist, and up to her chest. She knew the shape of her breasts was very much visible under the thin gown and his gaze made the tips stiffen.

Her hand reached to rub the side of her neck nervously and his eyes quickly followed her movement. She dropped her hand slowly when she saw the change in his expression.

Roxana should have been more afraid but if it was only blood he hungered for, she could handle that. She moved closer to the table and placed food on her plate. "Won't you eat?" She asked.

"No." His voice was different now. Deeper. Darker.

She took her plate and a fork and leaned back to eat relaxed. Why was he so quiet? Why was he acting so strange?

"I was worried about you," she began as she chewed on a piece of meat. "Do you remember what happened?"

"Yes."

"What happened?" She looked at him.

He looked away with a frown, his eyes staring into the distance with a grim look. "I killed the man who killed my parents." He said.

She frowned. Could that be why he ate his heart? Or did he want to eat everyone's hearts?

"Are you alright?" She asked.

He looked back at her. "I am fine," he smiled but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He reached for an apple from the basket on the table and took a bite. He chewed grimly, looking dissatisfied.

"Eat," he told her.

With a strange feeling in her stomach, she continued to eat and he watched her while chewing on his apple. The sound of both of them chewing seemed to echo in the silent room, then she couldn't take it anymore. She placed the plate on the table, gulped down her water, and then turned to him.

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"I am full," she said.

"You didn't eat anything;" he told her.

"We just had dinner." She reminded.

"Which you didn't really eat."

"I am full." She repeated.

He nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing. "Alright. Time for dessert then."

What? But she said she was full.

"Come here," he told her, holding his hand out.

Roxana stood up from her seat, her stomach bubbling with nervousness. She took his hand and he drew her closer, pulling her down so she would sit, straddling him. He grabbed her bottom and pulled her against him. She gasped feeling his hardness between her legs.

Oh. So this was what it was all about? Nothing else.

His hands trailed up, easily sliding under her tiny gown, kneading the side of her waist as his tongue licked up the hollow between her breasts. Roxana shivered.

"I want you to drink from me," he told her.

She looked down at him, allowing her hands to touch his fingers, her fingers exploring the sharp lines and sculpted bones. She missed him. She was afraid to lose him.

Her fingers brushed over his lips, and he tilted his head back, his mouth opening for a kiss. She leaned down and kissed him. His fingers dug into the side of her waist and she felt his hardness twitch to the touch of their lips and the dance of their tongue.

Her hands trailed down his neck. He had a strong neck. Her lips left him and kissed down his jaw, then ventured to his neck. He still smelled the same. Minty and masculine. Warm and chilling.

"Drink from my neck," he told her.

She pulled back to look at him. He reached for his neck, using his claw to pierce a hole. Dark red blood seeped down his white skin. She found it satisfying to watch. Something must be wrong with her.

She leaned into him, licking from where the drop reached all the way back to the source. He shivered under her, a deep groan leaving his throat as she sucked at him.

The hard length of him throbbed between her legs as she drank, not caring for the taste and focusing on the effect it had on him instead. He pulled her closer as if she wasn't close enough and she understood his need. Or her own, she wasn't sure. She moved her hips, rubbing herself against him.

"God, yes Roxana," he gripped her so hard she probably bruised but hearing his voice so gravelly and strained, so filled with need made her feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

She continued to suck and rub herself against him even after the wound healed until he tensed beneath her and then finally a raw animalistic sound came from deep in his chest as his body gave in to her teasing.

Roxana pulled back to see his face while leaning back in his seat. Her heart skipped at what she saw. His eyes were black, beneath them she could see the small purple blood vessels.

"Alex?" Her eyes dipped to his mouth, now adorned by two long sharp fangs. "What is happening to you?"

Ignoring her question, he stood up carrying her with him by an arm around her waist and another under her thigh. She held onto him with arms and legs wrapped around him, heart pounding, hoping it was nothing serious. He took her to bed, tossing her on it. She fell on her back.

The lights dimmed by themselves as he loomed over her. His shadow on the wall caught her attention. He had horns. How? She looked back at him. He had no horns.

"Now that you are nourished,  it is my turn to take what I need." He said.

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