Chapter 48 - What was going on?

Chapter 48 - What was going on?
~Author’s POV ~

Harriet’s breath caught in her throat.

Rael stood frozen in the doorway, his dark eyes locked onto her half-exposed body. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Then, his gaze flickered with something dangerous before he stepped inside and slammed the door shut behind him.

"What the hell are you doing?"Harriet shrieked, yanking her hospital gown back into place, her face burning.

Rael didn’t answer. His jaw was clenched tight, his entire body radiating tension as he strode forward. Meanwhile, earlier, Rael had left Harriet's room, going to check up on Delphine. When he pushed the door open to her room, he saw her lying on the bed, her face a bit pale. When the latter saw Rael, she froze before calling out to him.

“Oh, thank goodness you're here. I would have been so bored here.” Delphine buttered, her lips curling up into a smile. Last time she had seen him at the mall, she felt her heart flutter as though they were still in their teenage years, and now she felt he was even more good-looking now. When she heard he had taken the human girl to the hospital, she knew she had to do something to be with him. And this, she found herself in the hospital as well.

Rael immediately sensed the woman in front of him was faking her illness. A normal vampire had no ability to get hurt like humans.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, his gaze zeroing onto the table beside her.

“I got really sick with a fever and Cassian brought me here. I didn't expect you would be here,” she muttered. Seeing that Rael had not responded, she bit her lip before asking,

“How is she?”

“Good,” came his curt reply, his face stiff, completely devoid of any emotions. Yet there was a subtle change in his eyes that made Delphine clench her fists.

Rael felt his chest tighten a bit, and his eyes darted to the woman on the bed, and then to the air vent. Fuck! She had dared to drug him.

“Rael? Are you okay?” Delphine asked, seeing his eyes change. She immediately stepped out of bed, clad in her hospital gown that pulled down a bit, exposing her shoulder. She walked towards him, feigning concern, not expecting him to glare at her. She shivered after meeting his gaze, then watched as he turned to leave. Delphine slapped her thighs, seeing the man leave. Her plan had failed. Maybe she should have created a fake accident where they had to stay locked up in the room until they were saved. Why did she not think of that? She thought, clenching her fists until her fingers dug into her palm, making them bleed.

Back to the present, Rael stared at the woman who had her panties down, strands of her usually messy bun falling onto either side of her face. At the moment she looked so good with her panties down. The small blotch on where her pussy had sat made his emotions spiral, and he soon began to sweat. Harriet was perplexed.

Before she could react, his hands were on her waist, gripping hard as he spun her around to face the mirror.

“Ah!”

“You see that?” He asked, pointing to their reflections in the mirror. Harriet stared at herself, panties down, hospital gown too big, revealing a part of her shoulder. And then the hunger in his eyes. It made her shiver.

“You'd want to see what faces you make when I fuck you, wouldn't you?” He whispered into her ear, making her shiver. What had gotten into him? She thought.

Rael felt his fangs itch, making him glaze his tongue on them. His eyes flickered from brown to red, oblivious to Harriet.

She heard the sound of belt unbuckling and zipper being zipped down. And in one Swift motion, he lubricated his cock with saliva before slipping it into her without a warning.

“Ah!” A moan tore from her lips, which she covered with her hands. They were in a fuckin' hospital!

All her thoughts were immediately tossed out when he pulled out, and then slammed back into her.

“You look so good when you make those faces,” Rael whispered as he fucked into her.

Seeing herself getting fucked in the mirror, Harriet felt utterly humiliated. When had she turned so unrecognizable? She looked no different than a fuckin' slut. Yet, why did she love it? Why did she like what the man was doing to her?

“Oh God!” She moaned when he hit her g-pot, pulling out completely before pushing back in to hit the same spot.

“That's right, moan for Daddy,” He groaned, feeling the cushiony feeling that made the top of his cock tingle. He didn't stop. Instead, his hands reached out to wrap around her neck, bringing her up and making her look into the mirror as he fucked her.

“You look fuckin' good, don't you? Taking my cock in a damn hospital like a slut,” he cooed, not letting her go as his waist continued to rock back and forth. The sounds of flesh coming in contact was getting loud, and her moans were getting even louder, yet, he didn't stop her. In fact, he wanted the whole world to hear that she belonged to him. He wanted them to hear that he had his cock buried into her.

“Ugh! Fuck! Fuck!” He changed over and over, filling her up with his semen. Harriet who felt the hot ropes of cum being spurted inside her felt her orgasm finally crash down on her. Her cunt tightened around his cock, giving him extra pleasure.

With one plop, he pulled out of her, watching as she pulled up her panties with his cum still seeping out of her. The reason he had not always used protection was that he couldn't have offspring.

A hundred years ago, a witch had revealed to him that he can never have children, and thus, he didn't mind cumming inside Harriet.

Meanwhile, the latter felt exhausted and immediately slumped. Luckily, the man caught her just in time, tucking her into bed.

The next morning came, and the first thing that woke Harriet up was the deafening sound that came with her room door being burst
open.

Her eyes widened when she saw the bunch of people that rushed in. What was going on?