The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 217: The bond - I

~Genevieve~

As soon as I woke up I ripped the quilt off of me and moved to the mirror only to take off the cloth on my neck. My eyes narrowed at the wound given to me by Marilyn on the right side of my neck. It was almost completely healed. Only a small pink skin remained.

Tristan’s mark on the other hand did not care much. I could still see the blood. That’s not what happened with Marilyn. Hers had healed comparatively quicker and I knew that because not much time had passed.

So how was it that Tristan’s blood could heal Merilyn’s bite completely in just less than a week’s time where his bite did not?

It did not make sense.

The door opened and I turned around expecting it to be either Laila or Dorothy only for it to be Marilyn.

"Oh!" She jumped slightly as she saw me. "I thought you were asleep."

"I just woke up."

She nodded and came closer and inspected my neck just as I was doing before. She stared at it before nodding in content. "It’s healed."

"Not really," I pointed to the left side, "His remains."

Merilyn’s eyes went to it as she pursued her lips and hummed loudly. "I see."

The familiar urge to smack her on the head returned and I refrained remembering that she could snap my neck in half and kill me. "I see? Really?" I repeated, "I hope no that I can tell you lying and hiding something from me as usual." All these people did was hide everything from me or confess on a certain level before closing the doors in my face again.

Merilyn stretched her lips as she appeared to be thinking about it. She licked her lip and her eyes finally met mine. "I. . Uh . ." She stopped. She was hesitant.

I turned to the mirror and tried to get a better look at the wound by Tristan. My hand hovered near the blood as I touched the small scab.

"Don’t touch it!"

I gasped at the sensation. My knees buckled and I held onto the dressing table with all my mind but my hold failed and I fell down only from Marilyn to hold me.

I tried to keep a hold and calm my shaking limbs. I fisted my hands but my core burned. The need. . . This urge erupted in my body making me gasp for air and remember only one thing that was on the tip of my tongue. "Tristan."

The word left my mouth as a breathless whisper. I needed him.

"Oh god!" I heard around me but did not pay attention to it.

I clamped my thighs together trying to decrease the sensation. I held them tightly together and rolled to the ground trying to ease my feelings.

A heard a loud noise but did not open my eyes to see. I felt myself being lifted up and let out a shuddering breath as the touch. The touch alone made me tingle all over, making me open my eyes and I knew who I was touching.

Tristan.

He took a loud sniff of my neck and rubbed his nose on my shoulder, exactly where his bite was.

Not only that, but I could feel him taking very deep breaths which only confused me because he was not alive. He was trying to calm himself down.

My thighs were still together but I could feel the sensation slowly dying down. It was in my lady bits and the sensation alone ripped me into half at how strong it was.

After sometime when my breathing reached normal I tried to slowly untangle myself from him only for him to pull me closer with a loud hiss.

"Don’t," I heard someone say and moved my eyes to find the source being Marilyn. "Don’t do it. Let him cool down." She whispered very slowly as if not wanting him to hear anything.

Did she really expect him not to when he could hear what was going on in the entire Palace?

I tucked my lip in as I placed my chain on his shoulder. I was in his lap and he had bent down to sniff my shoulder. It seemed all most natural to how my hand was rubbing his back and I just noticed it. I was trying to calm himself along with me without realising so.

"Tristan," I whispered gently and with slight hesitation, "would you let go?"

He moved very slightly and from my shoulder his mouth went to my ear. "I need to hold on to you but I can let go."

I nodded and he entangled himself but we remained on the floor. Instead of his lap I sat on the floor with my hands in his. Just as he said he was still holding onto me.

He stared at me and I blurted out in shyness before looking away. "What was that?"

His eyes quickly went to my mark as I watched, "You touched it."

"I did." I admitted not seeing the relevance to lie.

"You were not supposed to," he said in a sharp tone as his jaw clenched, taking me by surprise, "there was a reason why my uncle placed a cloth there."

I said the sudden push on my neck made me try to bow down to him. I fought the urge. Why was I feeling like my own body wanted to bow to him?

"Look here!" He snapped and I jumped again. It was difficult to do so with the pressure I felt on my neck.

"My king—"

"Silence," Tristan interrupted Allen. "Genevieve, fight it and look up."

I was trying to. Just as she pushed my head down I tried to push it back up only for me to let it down and huff at the failure. I could not fight it.

Even though my face was lowered I could see how Tristan stood up and simply walked out of the door. I closed my eyes as Marilyn hugged me. Even though I had no idea what happened I felt like a failure.