Madeline tried to move back more than what she had, from the surface of the table, but when Calhoun placed his hand on her knee as if wanting to stop, she did just that. She knew the decisions she had been taking since the time she had entered the castle was something that was only pushing her deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole. It was like a black pit of darkness that instead of hoping to get out, she was further getting in and she doubted she would ever be able to get out.

After all, Calhoun was the one who had caught her and not some layperson. It was told that nothing ever missed the King's eye.

"W-what are you doing?!" asked Madeline when the hand Calhoun had placed on her knee moved up. Her hand quickly shot forward to stop him from moving it any further than what he had done.

Calhoun looked at her, to ask, "What did I do?"

This King! Madeline tried to keep herself calm, but how could she when he was doing something so scandalous. He might have tried things like this with other women, but it didn't mean she was going to let him try those things on her.

"You said you were going to drink my blood," reminded Madeline so that he didn't try anything more than what he had asked from her.

"Eager to have me bite you?" Calhoun asked her and Madeline gritted her teeth.

"Don't try-" Madeline tried to warn him, but with one swift movement, her hand that was placed on top of his to stop him from venturing more had reversed its position. Calhoun caught hold of her hand, and she wondered how fast his movement was that she had not seen it coming.

A sliver of fear ran down her spine at the thought, how the King was not only capable of compelling people by his power but that he alone was strong enough to snap a person in a second. She had seen the fear in the maid's eyes as if she knew of the fate that was waiting for her in the hands of the King.

"Why do you resist?" asked Calhoun, leaning forward with his hand still holding the wrist of her hand which she tried to slip out of his hold, but his hold turned firm.

"Why do you force?" Madeline retorted back and she saw how close he was to her and the air that was present in her lungs was quickly depleting because of the lack of air she was letting in.

"Stop resisting then," replied Calhoun, his thumb moved across her wrist, and she felt her lips go dry. In an effort to bring back moisture, she slowly ran her tongue on her lips, and Calhoun's eyes quickly fell on the little action. His eyes turned dark, "What part of the chase do you not understand?"

She glared at him, "I am not asking you to chase me!" She had never asked for his attention. Madeline could now feel every stroke of his finger on her skin, and with every movement, she felt her heart hitch up. The slow smile on Calhoun's face said it all that he could hear the beating of her little heart. Everytime she thought to do something, it always ended up having the opposite affect from him.

"Stop trying to run away," he said to her, "Do it, and I will stop chasing you. The red riding hood with the wolf."

"Bad wolf," Madeline added the word which he missed and she saw the fangs appear.

"Yes, big bad wolf. A lovely combination, isn't it?" asked Calhoun, and he finally let Madeline's hand go from his hold to see her staring back at him. Waiting for him to pounce and the wicked teasing smile didn't leave his lips. To Calhoun, it wasn't just about having her by his side for the way she looked, but it was everything he had come to know, and he wanted to learn more about her.

"I don't think people would agree about it," she replied, her body aware of his closeness while wondering what he was going to do next. When it came to Calhoun, it was not just about to expect the unexpected, but the unexpected always turned to extremities.

"Who cares what others think. If you are not aware, the King's word is final. If the crow is black and I say it is white people are compelled to agree."

Madeline placed her hand on her knee for protection if he were to put it on her thighs again, "Isn't that tyranny?" she asked him.

Calhoun only continued to smile at her, his lips twisting to say, "That's enough of talk. Are you trying to distract me? The more you make me wait, the worse my thirst will turn."

It was already worse with him putting her on the table like she was a meal to be eaten. She wondered what else was awaiting her.

Madeline could feel the goosebumps rise on her skin when he continued to stare at her without another word. With her knees that was stuck close and keeping Calhoun at bay from getting more close, she felt Calhoun place both his hands on her knees, and even her hand that was there couldn't stop him from pushing it apart. Her eyes widened, seeing how effortlessly he took another step to close distance between them. If she moved back any further, she would be sleeping on the table lika a piece of offering for him as an actual meal.

Calhoun then put his arm around Madeline's waist, bringing her close to him, "Calm down. With the rate your heart is beating, it might explode," he stated, and Madeline agreed to him, but it was his fault!

She doubted that she would ever be able to stay one step ahead of Calhoun when it came to knowing what he was thinking. If Madeline thought she was one step ahead of him, she only came to realise later that he was ten steps ahead of her.

"Maybe if you let me go it would calm down," Madeline said, her eyes closed for a second. She tried to calm down as the anxiousness in her chest was not ready to settle down. This was not normal to her, to be in a male's arm, especially one who was a vampire who was waiting to suck her blood.

"Tough luck with that," was the response she received from Calhoun, and she opened her eyes to find herself gazing straight into his red eyes, "What are you scared about? It is just taking a drink from you," saying this, Calhoun took a piece of Madeline's hair which she had braided from the back of her ear, bringing it forward. What was Madeline supposed to reply to when she knew, Calhoun knew what was there on her mind. She then felt him push the hair behind along with the other hair that had come to settle on top of her shoulder.

He was going to bite her neck.

And as the realisation started to sink in which she was trying to evade, her head turned lighter like she was going to faint.

"Madeline," he called her name that brought her back from her thoughts to return to see him, "Close your eyes," he ordered, but instead of complying, her eyes turned wider.

"Why?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Calhoun was enjoying her pure reactions, the sides of his lips pulling up, "Thought it would be easier if you have thoughts of dying," he joked.

This was not a laughing matter! Thought Madeline to herself.

Noticing Madeline who had not closed her eyes, Calhoun said, "Suit yourself." His hand that was on her back pushed her towards him.

Madeline saw how Calhoun's eyes left hers, and it moved back to look at the side of her neck, the other hand of his was busy moving any possible lone hair. His movements were sleek, and she would have thought he would drop his hand down now, but she was so wrong about it.

As his head tilted, Calhoun's hand moved to weave his fingers through the back of her hair above her neck, feeling the softness of her hair so that he could angle her the way he wanted. He viewed her slender neck which looked softer under the candlelight in the room, waiting for him to bite...

Deciding to listen to Calhoun's previous words, she closed her eyes, welcoming the darkness around which she was going to fall deeper into.

"Don't move," came his next words for her to listen, his breath hitting her ear and Madeline's hands clenched that were on her lap. She doubted she had anywhere to go right now, not with him standing in front of her. Madeline was a nervous wreck, but she tried to stay as composed as she could.

With her heart beating, Calhoun could tell that she was still there, listening to him and waiting, her heart hitching up occasionally.

Madeline then felt Calhoun's hand that had weaved itself into her blonde hair, turning her to lean to the side for further access, and when she felt his breath on her neck, the nerves in her body went haywire. She felt Calhoun was playing with her, like the big bad wolf that was pawing back and forth with its prey. Because she felt his breath move from the bottom to the top of her neck.

She was too tempting, and Calhoun couldn't hold back anymore. His fangs came to press on her skin, and he finally bit into her slender neck.

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