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The tequila only made her miserable.

Setting aside the empty glass cup, she walked over to the fridge and opened it, shocked to find it empty. She checked the freezer and was surprised to find it empty as well.

What the actual fuck?

She stormed into his room unannounced and Massa looked up from the magazine he was reading.

“What happened to all the blood?”

Massa feigned ignorance as he sat up. “What blood?”

She glared at him. “Don’t be stupid Massa. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“No, I don’t.”

“The fuck Massa! I’m goddamned hungry and there’s no single bag of blood in the kitchen! How the fuck did that happen?”

“I don’t know.”

She rose a brow. “What the fuck do you mean by you don’t know? Only you and I have been here. I don't know what happened to the blood, which means you should know.”

“Honestly, I don’t.”

She groaned. “Massa!”

He rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the magazine. “You know, there are other ways to expel the hunger.”

She glared at him. “If you think I’m going to take your blood, then you’re fucking insane.”

”Why? You’re hunry, are you not? So feed off me so that you don’t go mad.”

“I’m already mad!”, she yelled. “Massa, please. My gums are aching and my stomach hurts. Just tell me where the blood is, so that I can take it.”

He tapped his crotch. “It’s here, so you can come and take it.”

She glared at him. “So you hid the blood so that I have no other choice than to fuck you?”

“You caught on slow.”

“Now look at me, you son of a bitch. I am never going to have sex with you.”

He frowned. “Then have fun being hungry.”

“Massa!”

“I mean it’s not that hard. It’s not like you’re a virgin or something.”

She gasped. “How dare you? I refuse to sleep with you because if I do that, I’m going to feed off your sexual energy and you’ll be weak.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“And I said no. I will not do what you’re asking me to. I won’t!”

”So you prefer to starve?”

“I prefer for you to be fine,” she sneered, exhaling sharply.

“So you do care about me,” he said, putting away the magazine.

“I don’t care about you silly. I just don’t want your father to kill me,” she said.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care.”

He sighed. “Why are you being so difficult?”

“Why the fuck are you so horny huh? Your sexual energy is very strong and… fuck! I should leave,” she said, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

Massa stood up and approached her. She stepped away from him carefully. “Don’t. Don't come any closer!”, she yelled, heading for the door while walking backward. Massa kept walking.

“I said stop!”

Annoyed, she turned her back on him and reached for the door. Her fingers never touched the knob. He spun her around and pinned her against the wall. She struggled in his hold and he swore softly.

“Stop figting me dammit!”

To his greatest surprise she listened, chest heaving.

”You can’t kill me, you know that right?”

She snorted. “I can.”

“But you won’t.”

“Maybe.”

He groaned. “Prita, you can’t kill me.”

“You’ve already said that.”

“Why then won’t you fuck me?”

She glared at him. “I already stated why. Plus, I don’t like guys.”

Massa rose a brow. “You liked Sycamore enough to date him.”

“That’s different.”

“How so? He’s a male is he not?”

She isghed. “Let me go.”

“The fuck I will. Prita, I’m not letting you go. Not now, not ever.”

She sighed. “What exactly do you want?”

“You.”

Weakened by his reply, her knees wobbled and he put his arms around her to steady her. His breath fanned her cheek and Prita shook her head, knowing what was coming next.

“Please don’t.”

“I won’t let you lose control sweetheart.”

“My prince…”, she whispered.

“Massa,” he corrected, nibbling at her ear lobe. “Call me Massa.”

His lips came crashing down on hers, just as his name rolled off her tongue. She pressed her hands to his chest but he didn’t budge. “Massa…”

“You need this.”

“No. What she needs is to go back home, as it is the only way that she can be safe.”

The couple jerked away from each other and glared at Sia who was standing by the dresser.

“How the fuck did you get in?”, Prita yelled.

Sia rolled his eyes. “Teleportation is now a thing sissy.”

“Sia, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you b e out, working?”

“I had more important stuff to do than catch chupecabras,” his mother replied.

“Chupecabras?”, Prita asked as se looked between the men. “I thought they were all dead?”

“The same way you thought I was dead?”, he asked, rolling up his sleeves.

Prita’s eyes widened as she recognized the tattoos. “Sycamore?”

He grinned. Massa swallowed. “What the fuck? You’re supposed to be dead.”

“I know the lady thought the same,” Sycamore said as he drummed his fingers along the dresser.

Prita was shocked. “Sycamore, you’re….”

“Still sexy? Yeah, I know,” he said before turning to Massa. “Leave us.”

Massa flared. “The hell I will. I’m not leaving you with her.”

“You don’t have to be jealous ice boy. I won’t touch her unless she wants me to.”

Massa’s knuckles turned white. Prita faced him. “Don’t listen to him.”

“What do you want with her?”, Massa asked. “It’s bad enough that you’ve dated her, so can you please, leave her the fuck alone?”

Sycamore chuckled. “I want to leave her alone, I really do, but circumstances won’t allow me to.”

“What circumstances?”, she asked quietly.

“He leaves, then I’ll talk.”

“I’m not leaving him,” Massa spat out.

Prita turned to him. “Massa please.”

“What the actual fuck? You want me to leave you here with him?”

She nodded painfully.

“Prita, don’t tell me you’re actually…”

“Massa, please okay?”

Hurt, he stormed out of the room and slammed the door so hard, Prita feared it would fall off its hinges.

“He’s gone now, so talk.”

“An Icelander really? You can do better.”

She glared. “I won’t stand here and let you talk shit about my mate.”

“So you do care for him. Hmm, can’t believe that an Icelander would turn out to be your weakness.”

She mustered up a glare and sent it his way. “What the fuck is your problem huh? What do you have against Icelanders anyways?”

“They have power over ice and I don’t.”

She rolled her eyes. Sycamore and his desire for power. It was one of the reasons she broke up with him. “I’ll kill you if you hurt him.”

He laughed. “You’ll only be killing his brother. My soul will live on.”

”Why? Why come back when I’m finally free?”

He scoffed. “Free? You call this freedom? Prita, you spend all day in this room and you say you’re free? Hmm, goodbyes don’t look good on you.”

“You never even told me goodbye.”

“That was because I knew we’d see again and tada! Here we are.”

“It’s not the same when you’re in a different body.”

“You’re telling me. My, Prita, see how thin you’ve gotten. The last time I saw you, your backside served as my pillows.”

She glared at him. “Why the fuck are you here? And I know it’s not to compliment or ridicule my figure.”

“Calm down girl. I’ll tell you why I’m here, but first eat,” he said, throwing a bag of blood in her direction. She caught it, eyeing it warily.

“It’s not poisoned, so you’ll be fine.”

”And how am I supposed to believe whatever comes out of your mouth?”

He shook his head as he approached her. He took the blood bag out of her hands, ripped it open and drank from it. He wiped his mouth clean, and handed it back to her.

“See? Not poisoned, now drink.”

She took it from him and drank it all, but it wasn’t enough.

“Is this all you got?”, she asked, holding up the empty bag.

“And here you were, acting like you weren’t hungry.”

“I was, I mean am. Sycamore, please.”

“I don’t have any more blood. What I do have, is the sexual energy you need.”

“No.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be silly Prita. You hate blood. It’s part of your nature as a vraugmita. But sex? You love it. That’s why it’s easier to feed off your partner’s sexual energy.”

“I don’t do that anymore Sycamore. Why do you think I haven’t fucked Massa?”

He chuckled. “So that’s the reason. I thought it was because he wasn’t capable. Anyways, here’s my proposal. You take Sia’s sexual energy and…”

She cut in. “If I do that, he’d be weak.”

“He’d be fine. Now, as I was saying, you take his sexual energy when we fuck and I will in turn take your wildness.”

She had heard of such before, conjugal exchange, but she had never done it before. Tuning her mind and soul with someone else to exchange features.

“Very tempting, but I’m not letting you between my thighs again.”

He smiled. “Very well then. Have fun being wild and hungry,” he said, heading for the door.

She pulled him back. “Fine. But we’re not fucking. You’ll give me head and I’ll return the favour.”

He grinned. “Look at you. So eager to take me into your mouth.”

She glared again. “I’m only doing this so I won’t lose my mind.”

“Of course. Now get on your knees, so I can fuck your sweet mouth, just like old times.”

Crestfallen, Massa watched as Prita bent the knee. Her fingers worked deftly as untying his drawstrings. And when her hand grabbed his shaft, the young prince turned on his heels and walked away.

One thing was certain. Although it was Sycamore, it was still Sia’s dick and still Sia body. The only difference were the tattoos. With this in mind, Massa didn’t hesitate to cast a spell.

If Nasia Lancaster, the first of his name, walked out of there alive, it would only be because of the hound.