As soon as this came into her mind, the tension in her body suddenly returned. The creatures of the night were beings that couldn't be explained simply by words found in history books. Although they had been mentioned a few times, their true might was still yet to be seen.
That's what Adelyn thought when she first came across the word 'Bloodseekers'. They are creatures who crave blood. People called them vampires, but they preferred to be called Bloodseekers, Adelyn didn't really see any difference between the two as both inclined to drink human blood.
The man seemed to have perceived her reaction and paused in his action. He couldn't comprehend why she was now starting to feel scared again. Had he done anything wrong? Or was it because he was a bit too forward with his actions?
When he thought about it, he seemed to have found his answer. He chose the latter, and realized that she had no prior experience in this kind of activity. Immediately, deep joy and satisfaction filled his entire body going straight into his chest.
A lot of his first time transpired tonight.
He reached out and slid his hand around Adelyn's slender neck – thumb stroking along that pulsating vein as if calling out to have him plunge his sharp fangs into it.
Suddenly, he felt a raging hunger inside of him.
"Are you scared?"
His question made Adelyn snap out of her thoughts and she let out a peal of laughter that seemed to be inappropriate in their current position. Under his indulging eyes, Adelyn bit her lips and confessed.
"I am no longer scared. But it would be better if you don't do anything like biting my neck," Adelyn shyly told him what she had been thinking earlier, hoping that he wouldn't think she was being paranoid.
"Why?" asked the man. His eyes seemed to be stuck on her face, eagerly waiting for her response.
Failing to notice the meaning behind his gaze, Adelyn honestly said, "Because you're not a Bloodseeker."
The man fell silent but a second beat after, he asked, "Do you hate them?"
Adelyn unhesitatingly replied, "Yes."
She hated that they hadn't arrived and conquered the empire sooner. Then, maybe, just maybe her mother wouldn't be dead by now. Adelyn hated the creatures of the night and their king for she will be forced to become a tool to end her people's suffering and stop their inevitable deaths.
But most of all, she hated herself for her own powerlessness because now, it became potent and evident that anyone who looked at her now would find out that she was nothing but a girl with nothing to prove.
That's why she hated the Bloodseekers.
He clicked his tongue.
Adelyn raised her eyebrows in bewilderment.
"And what are you going to do if I am a Bloodseeker? Are you going to push me away and run to the door?" He challenged.
Aren't they done discussing them? Her reply should have been the end of it, why was he agonizing about it and even asking her what she'll do if he was one of them.
It seemed laughable for her to think of an answer to his question, but her thought seemed to reel forward and thought about it carefully. If this man was a Bloodseeker… if he was one of those beings that had ravaged and conquered the kingdom, what would she do?
Perhaps, nothing. That was the most reasonable thing to do, after all. Against the prowess of a creature of the night, Adelyn's meager strength was very much like an ant in their eyes. But Adelyn didn't want to be tackled down without putting up a fight.
"But are you?" Rather than giving him the satisfaction from getting a response from her, Adelyn countered.
If he so much as gave her a positive response, Adelyn wouldn't know what she'd ended up doing. But one thing she was sure of… she had made a terrible mistake of going out tonight if he ended up being one.
"I am many things, milady," he told her. "I can be a man, a monster, or a lover."
It was an unexpected reply, but Adelyn knew that it was not entirely wrong. His eyes that shone even under the dark, such pure golden eyes that were akin to a beautiful sunset, held much pureness and honesty.
Adelyn knew that being a male escort demands so many things from a person. The diary she had read in the past also worded that a person could have many preferences in bed. It is especially so when excitement is needed between two partners.
"But tonight, I am your lover," declared the man while his fingers glided down her throat to her clavicle, flicking apart the torn front of her gown, and exposing her pale, pillowy chest.
Adelyn reached upward with her hands to cover her chest.
Adelyn was not proud of her body. She did not possess the ideal body men would look for a woman. Men liked their women petite-looking, fragile, and thin. But Adelyn was not thin. Although she wouldn't say that she had put on much weight to make her unable to wear a tight corset, her chest was big and her hips wide. Her skin was abnormally pale to the point that people would call her unhealthy because they could see the veins from her skin. Because of this, her father would always make her wear gowns that covered most of her skin, even berate her mother for giving birth to a defective daughter.
She wanted to curl up and hide from him, but the man took both her wrists within his grasp.
"I'll draw the curtains and blow all the candles, but you can't cover yourself," he said. And without waiting for her to nod, he retreated from the bed and walked to stand before the window, pulled it to isolate them from the beams of moonlight, and pinched the fire from the candles.
Watching from where she laid on the bed, Adelyn was mesmerized by his graceful walk, gesture, and action. Each carried some sort of lethality that showed her that this man was a high-quality man.
If he was a noble, he would be born from the noblest family bloodline. Unfortunately, the gods were unfair towards him because his fate has been reduced to being a male escort.
The man finished taking care of her small demands. He returned to the bed with a beckoning smile that made her heart skip.
There is no going back now…