Lost in the Path of Fate

Chapter 115 - Sentiments of the Vampire King

Ciaran groaned as he opened the door of their room.

He had been away from the palace for the entire day and it was making him frustrated.

The vampire king desired to be with his lover the whole day. To be with the white-haired king who smells so nice.

"Oh, welcome back!" Pier greeted him and as usual, the man was reading a book with his eyes glued on the material.

'Don't I get a kiss?' His lips downturned while trudging towards the other. Standing in front of Pier, Ciaran observed him for a few seconds before he sighed.

"What's with the expression?" Pier asked him and Ciaran sighed once more before enclosing his arms around the younger man's waist and burying his face on Pier's neck.

"Tired?"

"Mhm. Being far from you is tiring." He admitted and nuzzled his nose in the porcelain skin that contained both of their scents.

Now he knew what Pier meant when he had the scent called petrichor.

It indeed was refreshing but compared to Pier's, it was nothing. He liked Pier's scent so much that he wanted to just close his eyes and inhale it all day.

"Will you kiss me?" Ciaran asked out of the blue wherein Pier kept quiet for a few moments.

"Kissing does not wash away fatigue, your majesty. It'll only add more to the tiredness you are feeling." The white-haired king stated before his hands started to rub Ciaran's back in a soothing manner.

Ciaran was only docile and obedient when it comes to him. Pier knew that.

Just as what he was displaying right now, the vampire king only shows this side of him to his partner.

"That feels soothing but a kiss would be better." Ciaran groaned as he bit the mark he left on Pier's neck.

It was still evident and did not go away despite it being months after he marked him.

Ciaran thought that was the best thing he had ever done in his whole life. His fated pair bearing his mark was all the thing that mattered to him.

"Did you scare the other vampires again?" Pier's hands went to his hair and Ciaran groaned at the pleasant sensation of his hair being combed by the other man's slender and long fingers.

He couldn't answer because that was true.

Ciaran was thinking about Pier the whole day that he was becoming irritable.

He did not understand how things worked but he wasn't like this before. Only when he became Pier's fated pair did he start experiencing frustration when he was far away from the blue-eyed man.

"I'm sorry." He apologized and tightened his hold on Pier's frame.

"Ciaran-"

"I know, my love. I am a king and I need to care for my people." He interjected but despite his apologies, Ciaran could still feel Pier's slight disappointment towards him.

Every single day, his obsession towards the man in his arms was becoming stronger that he did not care whether the world ended as long as he gets to stay beside Pier.

"Apologize to them tomorrow." Pier instructed him and Ciaran did not hesitate to nod his head.

His pride was long gone before his fated pair.

"I understand." Lifting Pier from the seat, Ciaran carried him to the bed and laid him there gently.

"That's good." He heard Pier hum and the charming voice entered his ears.