Seamus waited anxiously inside Isolde's private office. His eyes drifted across the fireplace, the wine shelf near the office desk and chair, and the tall bookshelves lining the walls.
The room was both comfortable and elegant, just like Isolde herself.
Still, his thoughts kept circling the Crow and the leak of his identity.
'Someone from this house must've spilled it. Maybe the maid or the butler? Or maybe the creature who wants the matriarch gone…' he thought.
Seamus knew he had Madeline as an ally, but he wasn't naive enough to dismiss the possibility of betrayal. They'd only met twice and not on good terms to call their relationship as friends.
But, why would she expose him like this? Did she want to trigger a war within the Vampire Covenant?
Only Madeline could answer that. But instead of chasing answers, here he was, spending his evening with Isolde.
He stood. "I need to go and meet her."
Just as he approached the door, it opened. Isolde stepped in, followed by a maid pushing a trolley of food and drinks.
"Oh? Going somewhere?" she asked, cocking a brow. "Weren't we going to talk about what happened in the forest?"
"Yeah… I thought you were gonna keep me waiting for a long time. I just can't stand still when my life is in dang—"
Before he could finish, Isolde lifted a finger to his lips and leaned close to whisper in his ear.
"Let's not talk about such things in front of human ears, shall we?" Her lips brushed past his skin, making him shiver.
"Ye-yeah. Right." He sank back onto the sofa, eyes fixed on the fire.
The maid arranged the dishes with quiet efficiency, placing the food and a steaming jug of mulled wine onto the table. Then she bowed and slipped out.
Isolde smirked as she approached, then sat down beside him—so close her body pressed into his.
"Uh, Isolde? There's… a lot of space on this couch," he said, trying to ignore the obvious.
"Yeah. And I decided to sit here." She tilted her head.
Her long silver hair spilled across his thigh, along with her hand that casually rested there, giving it a light squeeze.
"Do you want dinner? I can spoonfeed you if you'd like."
Seamus swallowed hard. His gaze shifted away, desperately trying not to stare at the deep slit of her cleavage exposed by her dress.
She noticed, of course. Her smirk deepened as she took his arm and guided it into the warm valley between her breasts.
"What is it?" she whispered, her voice was tempting. "Do you want to breastfeed from mommy's milk again?"
His face flushed, the memory of their last session rushing back all too vividly.
He had important things to talk about. Urgent, serious things. But right now?
Right now, he wasn't sure if he wanted to talk first or just surrender to her. The temptation was crushing his junior that screamed behind his jeans.
But before Seamus could open his mouth, Isolde's hand slipped into his pants and grabbed his hardened cock, making his entire body tense.
"Mmm. Someone's eager," she murmured, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. She stroked him slowly, her grip firm but teasing. The steady rhythm made his breath hitch. He grabbed her wrist, but she didn't stop.
"You don't have to hold back, dear. Just give me one word…" Her voice dropped to a seductive whisper, eyes narrowing with intent. "And I'll make sure you forget everything—every burden, every fear."
"But that crow—"
"That's not your problem." Her fingers moved again, lazily pumping him as her red eyes glinted with amusement. "Anything that threatens you? I'll deal with it. I'm the matriarch now, remember? You're under my care."
Seamus felt his already crumbling resistance shake.
"How about Viviane?"
"Shhh." Her palm slid up to cradle his face, thumb brushing the corner of his lip. "Don't say another woman's name when you're with me." Her tone sharpened, soft but loaded, possessive in a way that made the hairs on his neck rise.
He paused. He knew things with Viviane wouldn't be the same anymore. She deserved to know the truth, who he'd been with, how many times. But how could he say it without hurting her?
Before he could find the words, he turned his head only for Isolde to seize the moment and kiss him.
Her mouth claimed his with slow, steady pressure. She licked across his bottom lip, sucking it gently, pulling a low groan from his throat.
He hesitated, hands hovering, then finally gripped her waist and kissed her back.
Viviane said she was fine with him sleeping around.
So for now... he'd let the confusion drown him.
Isolde smirked into the kiss before biting down on his lip until it bled. He flinched, just slightly.
The sharp tang of iron filled their mouths as her tongue moved against his, dragging the taste between them.
Her hand rose to his neck, gripping him lightly as their kiss deepened—messy, heated, full of tension neither of them pretended to deny.
His fingers moved to unfasten her dress, slipping the buttons open one by one, while she worked open his jeans. His cock sprang free, hard and pulsing in her grip.
"Hngg—"
They broke the kiss, panting, their breaths mingling between them.
"Look who finally came out of his cage," she teased, eyes flicking down.
Her fingers traced along the base of his cock, trailing upward with a gentle touch before wrapping around his tip.
Her thumb circled it slowly, pressing just enough to make it twitch.
Seamus hissed. "Isolde, you keep this up and you'll wake a beast."
She laughed lowly. "Oh my. I want that beast to devour me whole."
"Oh, it will," he said, eyes now glued to her bare chest.
Her full breasts were flushed and tight, nipples already hard. They practically begged for his mouth.
"Men and their obsessions." She cupped her breasts and lifted them with a smirk. "Let's make it more fun."
She reached behind her, grabbed the nearby jug of mulled wine, and poured a generous splash over her chest. The dark red liquid ran down her pale skin, trickling between her breasts and over her nipples.
Her smile widened, wicked and challenging. "Now, dear. Why don't you clean mommy's breasts? I promise it tastes better like this.
Seamus blinked, half-stunned by the unexpected move. But arousal burned hotter as the scent of spiced wine mixed with her skin.
He leaned in, hands cupping her breasts as he ran his tongue slowly across her cleavage, lapping at the wine. He pressed his mouth over one nipple, sucking deeply.
She moaned, arching into him. "Ahhh~ That's it. Good boy."
He bit her nipple softly, pulling it between his teeth before releasing it with a wet pop. "You talk like this isn't something I've been dying to do," he muttered against her skin.
She just giggled. "Careful. These don't spurt milk anymore, we're not in your dream world."
"I like them better like this." He licked down to the underside of her breast, then up again, chasing the wine.
His mouth worked one tit while his hand kneaded the other, his thumb brushing her nipple in slow circles. She moaned louder, her fingers tangling in his dark hair, hips starting to shift.
"Hahh~ you are a mommy boy, aren't you?" Her voice trembled slightly, the desire crawling into her tone.
He didn't answer. He licked the last of the wine from her breast and moved to the other one, sucking the nipple into his mouth, pulling and flicking it with his tongue. She gasped, breath catching as her legs spread slightly without her realizing.
He pulled back, licking the wine from his lips. "And I'm gonna clean the bottom too."
He pushed her back gently, stripping the last of her dress off and exposing her completely. Her body glistened—flushed skin, hard nipples, thighs already slick.
"Oh my." She spread her legs wide, her cunt already dripping with arousal. "Come here. Lick mommy's pussy clean."