Call Of The Dark

Maeve wanted him to get close to Emma and fuck her, but she didn't want him to start liking her to the level that he would forget her. She was not only feeling jealous of Emma but she felt like killing her. If Emma would have been any other girl, she would have killed her already.

Lazarus patted next to him on the bed and said, "Come, sit here."

Maeve was in no mood to do that, but she had to. If she didn't, she was afraid that he would get swayed towards her and may even consider not having the ritual. She sauntered to the bed and sat beside him with a pout. "You shouldn't have done that, Lazarus. How could you leave me? I thought you would come back after punishing her for getting out of the palace."

He turned his face towards her. He propped his elbows up and rested his head on them. "How is it that your magic has weakened so much?"

She shrugged. "If I use any more magic, I am afraid that my body is going to become so weak that it would give up. So you have to threaten her with consequences if she dares to leave the palace. She is extremely important for both of us. I need her body to stay permanently in this world!"

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her towards him. Though she didn't say a word, she was extremely tense. Lazarus realized that when Emma was in his lap, she clutched his tunic as if she never wanted to leave him. The way her body fitted into his. Like puzzle pieces snapping together.

In contrast, with Maeve he felt like he was forcing himself to put the two puzzle pieces together which never matched. "Don't you want to ever know me? Don't you want to feel my body or kiss me?" Emma was always wanting to kiss him. She even stole a kiss from him the other day.

"But you are so strong Lazarus!" she lamented. "I am afraid that you will harm my weak body. Emma doesn't know that you are so strong that you can actually harm her. But I know."

"And yet she throws herself at me all the time. I have never ever injured her," he stated. "Don't worry, I am going to be very careful with you. After all, I wouldn't want to harm my bride." And once again his throat burned. "Come, kiss me." He knew that she was going to cringe. Her body would become cold and she would retort. Just as he thought, Maeve retorted.

"Lazarus, what is wrong with you? I am afraid of you!" Her face twisted in disgust. "Do you not realize the situation at all? That mortal is really trying to sow discord between us. And you are beginning to get swayed. I am afraid if this goes on, I will have to leave. Kiss your kingdom goodbye!"

Maeve had a point. He was getting swayed. But so easily? No. No. "Are you not bothered that I will get infatuated by her?" But he already knew what she was going to say.

"When I will get inside her body which you have claimed already, can you imagine how powerful I will be. I will be all yours then. But until then you have to be patient." She got up from the bed after removing his hand roughly from her lap. She turned to look at him and crossed her arms across her chest. "I am going back to my room. I have to prepare to go to Samhain with you."

And he couldn't help wondering if he had learnt a valuable lesson here. She started to get out of the room when he called her, "Maeve, I am taking Emma with me to attend the Samhain."

Startled, she spun to glare at him. "What?" she barked. "What did you say?"

He got up with a smirk on his face and rested his back against the headboard. Memories of her lips wrapped around his cock flooded his mind. She was a mortal and if he was so strong, why wasn't she ever harmed? Maeve was always afraid that she was going to be hurt by him. "I said that Emma would be accompanying me to the Samhain to Upper North Jupan."

Fury exploded in her chest. "How dare you insult me, Lazarus? How can you think of taking her to Upper North Jupan? I should be going there with you if you have to show who is going to be your queen. You can't take Emma with you. People will get wrong impressions!"

He too crossed his arms across his chest. the queen's crown on Emma's head would look… beautiful.

"Or are you planning on having those blood vassals as your in-laws when you will have a goddess at your beck and call?" Maeve scolded him.

The mention of blood vassals made him think about a fresh rebellion that they had started. Some villagers had gone missing and his spies were supposed to get him the information about the missing villagers.

When he didn't reply, Maeve turned back and started to leave. "I am going to go to my room and pack. I will go to Upper North Jupan with you!"

He chuckled. "No, that is not possible. Emma will be going with me. So stay in the palace till I come back."

Maeve's face contorted into a terrible expression. "You are insulting a goddess, Lazarus!" If she had had her magic, she would have turned him into a toad right now.

Lazarus was aware that Maeve was so arrogant that she would burst. "I don't care, but you may leave."

This was the first time he had asked her to leave. "Lazarus!" she growled.

"Leave!" he said, his voice dropping a few degrees down. Not waiting for her reaction, he traced to Magnus and Yul's apartment.

Angered as hell, Maeve stormed out of his room. She strode out and was going to her room when she turned and entered Emma's room. She had curled her knees against her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Emma was crying.

"Aren't you a piece of art?" Maeve growled as she walked to her.

Surprised to see her, Emma frowned. "What do you want?" she growled back.

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