The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 373: The mark - III

"If I cannot marry you," his eyes dipped to my neck, "then allow me to mark you tonight."

"Wha-what?" I whispered before gulping and smiling at him. "Mark?"

"Yes."

"I see." my hand went to my neck. "Me? My neck? This neck?"

His eyes narrowed add my questioning, but I could see amusement there as well. "Yes."

I licked my lips. "It is not a good neck. It doesn’t taste good. Marilyn told me after biting it."

He tried to conceal his smile, but I saw it. "Marilyn like the taste of Allen’s neck. I like the taste of yours. So much so, I would like a bite of it every single day of my life."

"Hah." I smiled at his words. "You have quite a pig lifespan. I’m sure you’re not going to get bored?"

His eyes dropped to my lips before dropping to my neck. "No, I don’t think so."

Seemingly, he had a reply for everything. I could almost feel his mouth celebrating at the site of my neck. Irene had somehow chosen something that had a wider neck and also showed a good amount of cleavage for me today.

It had to happen just the day when I was not paying enough attention to what she chose for me. Even my hair was tied up.

Tristan had an unrestricted view of my neck.

"I.. um," I cleared my throat, and that made it move, catching his attention again. What was I supposed to do, not talk at all?

His hand left my waist as he kept my jaw entirely. "This is something that is bound to happen, Genevive. It doesn’t matter if it does not happen tonight, but it’s going to happen and it will soon."

I knew that. "I know but—"

"I suppose, after what has happened with Princess Catherine, you will want her to keep with you. Given her age, she’s going to need a governess and then the knowledge of how to be in the midst of vampires. Your elder sister needs help as well." His hands stopped touching me and returned by his side.

Frowning, I tried to understand where he was going with this. "Why are you mentioning all of this? I know what’s going to happen and I am—"

"Are you though?" He intervened and looked at me with his sharp, red eyes. "Princess Catherine may not have caught onto our habits right away. But when she dines with us, she is going to notice the food we eat, the drinks we consume and not to mention the eyes we have."

"She will." I nodded in agreement. "Of course, she will."

"Not to mention that she is related to you so everyone will want to meet her. Close family first, but then it will be a party where she will be introduced." He continued and I nodded.

I do know of that. It was what generally happened and I was well aware of it. But, why was he talking about it all of a sudden?

"Tristan," I hesitate slightly, "what are you trying to say?"

He looked straight into my eyes, and he gave me a note of confirmation first. "I am on your side, Genevieve, have been for years but I cannot do it anymore because I am growing impatient."

"Impatient?" I whispered.

"Yes." He nodded again.

"Are you going to make things difficult for me just because I said no?"

He smiled but it was a week one. I would never make things difficult for you. I’m not capable of doing that. However, I will completely avoid you, your mention, your scent, the path you walk on. All of this to keep myself from growing impatient for you more. When everyone realizes this, you will start to feel the push."

He looked above at the sky before looking back at me. "Before them, you will feel it yourself. You have been quite close to me for some time, and when I pull away, you will come running to me."

Dear God, it had already happened. I have not told anyone about it. Be it Irene or Marilyn, I had not told anyone about it but I did feel sometimes that there was something pulling me to words distance. I needed him to be beside me at all times. It brought me peace and content.

So what he was talking about, the bond, as Marilyn would say, was already catching up to me. If he wanted to mark me, and today he was saying it to me it means that he had been controlling himself for a very long time. He just isn’t anymore. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The only solution he had for not making me want to pull away, and that would pull me to him.

Marked..

He was going to have to bite my neck to do it. Since he was a vampire, he might even take a few drops or girls or even mouthfuls of my blood to enjoy himself.

The last time that happened, I remember not waking up from both him and Marilyn’s bite. His mark had remained for months whereas Marilyn’s had disappeared very quickly.

The alternative,the solution that he was providing to this problem was not talking to him and that would make me yearn for him even more.

"I... I do not think that I would be able to do it." I whispered, taking a step back from him. Just a little bit more, and I would be able to run away without turning back. Hopefully, he will not follow.

"You are afraid." With that statement, he casually took a step closer, and just in one step. He was standing in front of me again. Very close. Closer than before that I almost felt my body warming up to his.

I said like my body was preparing itself for him, for his mark.

He smiled and lived closer, leaving only inches between our lips. "Allow me once, Genevive. It will not hurt at all."