DELRICK POV

Stunning. She is absolutely stunning.

I sit at the head of the table, as she sits right next to me. My brothers are on the other side of me, directly across from our little girl. Their view is unobstructed as they drink in her perfect appearance.

She's finally here with us.

And I do mean little girl. A mere teenager at that. A young, pretty little doll. Though Dalton and I were very surprised at her age, it didn't stop us from checking her out. Not in the least bit. Thoroughly at that as well, we didn't miss one part of the art piece that is called Annalise.

Our little work of art.

She has beautiful, plump light colored coral lips. Her long locks where colored with a mix of honey-gold and light snow, coming out to be a very fair blond. Her pale skin was littered with a garden of tan freckles that fanned out across her cute little button nose. They made those aqua blue eyes of hers pop even more. The eyes that were hooded with the thickest, black lashes that covered her cheeks partly whenever she takes a moment to blink.

She's mesmerizing.

Her body. Oh that body. Though I've only seen it in the small top and skirt combination, I can tell it is utterly amazing. She's got such a small frame standing at around five feet tall, her arms are frail and small. Her curves are very slight at the top, and her waist singes in where her hips meet her torso, bringing attention to that pert little ass. And that ass is amazing from what I can tell.

Though it's not big, it's not small either. It's perky, standing at attention along with her small globes. It suits her just well, and would be just enough for me to grab and shake around a bit. Ass always has been something I preferred on a woman, much more than bigger tits.

Though I'm not sure she could be called a woman. No, we lust over a small, American teenage girl.

Not just lust, you own.

And you love every minute of it.

I remind myself of the fact that she belongs to us, and only us. Though it never did slip my mind, for every time I look her way so many thoughts of ownership and possession flash through my mind.

Just imagine how fun she'd be to dominate. Your hand around her little throat, pounding into that sweet pu-

I cut my subconscious off quick, seeing as it was making my member grow even harder.

She'd take care of that.

Fuck. I hiss slightly at the thought as I move around in my seat, attempting to get the blood moving once again, instead of it all being gathered in the one place. Now is really not the time.

Of course my subconscious would remind me of these things. It only makes sense that our mate be the opposite of us, especially in stature. We needed someone like her, someone who would allow us to feel exactly how superior we are to her. How superior we are in general.

"The pasta is amazing." Her mother pipes up from her own seat, breaking up the thoughts that were swarming my clouded mind.

It was a mix of some type of noodle and cream sauce my chef had prepared, along with fresh seafood mixed in caught straight from our ocean. Everything was to be to the best of standards for her.

"Our compliments to the chef for certain." Her father chimes in as well from his seat next to her mother.

"He did do a good job, didn't he?" Dominic says aloud as he sips on the expensive red wine that we had fermented from within these palace gates.

Our cellar was to die for. Since Florenia's citizens are drinkers of blood, the wine is often over looked. Though alcohol is certainly enjoyed, they prefer hard liquor. As do we. So the wine has had many ages to sit and become a mix of the perfect sweetness and a sense of tang with each sip.

"How do you like your food little one?" Dalton makes an effort in engaging her in the conversation as well.

Her doe eyes widen as she looks up to find everybody staring at her expectantly. She finishes chewing the bite of her side salad she had in her mouth, and she then swallows politely before speaking.

Such a good girl.

"It's yummy." She manages to say in a hushed tone.

I can't help the half-smile that fights its way onto my face at her choice of words. Here she was, dining with royalty and enjoying a five star meal. That was yummy.

"Do you have a favorite food Annalise?" The way her name rolls off my tongue makes me feel whole. It fills me with a sense of contentment, happiness. As if I were finally complete.

"I like grilled chicken a lot. Oh and fruit!" Her tone starts off as one of nervousness, but she quickly perks up as she continues talking.

"Which fruit doll?" Dominic pipes in, his eyes focused on her lips.

"All fruit really. But my all time favorites are strawberries and watermelon." She smiles out.

That suits her well. The way the red tinted fruits would stain her plump lips, the way they would give them such a sweet taste.

Oh how badly I wanted to taste those lips.

"Two excellent picks." I smile at her, my eyes focusing on how she shifts under my gaze.

"T-thank you sir." She blushes in return.

Her parents send her a smile of encouragement for being so polite. Where as my pants, and by the looks of it my brothers pants, tightened even more at the sentence.

"Dessert?" Our chef comes out of the kitchen, his two sue-chefs by his side.

They wheeled out three dishes that were covered, on a fair sized gold encrusted cart. Everything here always had a touch of gold, seeing as it is our signature color.

Our little girls ears perked up and her eyes widen in excitement. Seems to me like she's got herself a sweet tooth.

I signal our chef to clear the old plates and set the new ones down on the center of the large dining table. Just as I'm about to place a fair amount on Annalise's new plate Dalton stops me.

"Finish that salad first little one. Then you may have dessert." He speaks up, his tone stern.

Careful brother. Her parents are right there.

She pouts those little lips, but one look from him cuts her speech off. Her parents give her a look as well, pleading her with their eyes to obey.

She lifts her fork to her mouth and takes another bite from her salad sulkingly, but still obediently.

The parents begin to chat with us throughout the rest of Annalise's meal. They had common tourist questions, that quite frankly bored me to death. Dominic did well with answering them, as I kept my eyes trained on the small beauty beside me.

As soon as she finished her salad I perked up, eager to see her smile once more. And to be the cause of that wonderful smile at that.

"All done?" I ask her in a hushed tone, not interrupting the conversation going on at the same time.

She gives me a timid smile and a nod in return. I want to reprimand her by reminding her to always use her words. To respond with yes daddy. But I couldn't. Not with her parents here, not yet at least.

"Good girls get rewards, you've earned yours." I tell her in that same quiet tone, as I reach across and place a cookie on her plate along with a scoop of ice cream.

Her eyes widen in excitement and she thanks me before taking a bite of her cookie.

"Isn't that right Delrick?" I hear Dominic say and I see all eyes on me this time.

"I didn't quite catch that." I tell him honestly my eyes leaving the girl hesitantly.

"I was just telling Mr. and Mrs. Knight that we would love to have little Annalise stay here while they go on their tours tomorrow. She would get an educational filled and fun day. Besides, we all know how boring those tours can be to the youth." He repeats and explains to me.

Dominic you sly bastard.

I chuckle in my mind at the thought.

"That's an amazing idea." I tell him, speaking my honest mind.

Her parents looked hesitant but soon agreed. We are kings after all, no one dares to defy us.

My eyes settle on the young nymphet, who was focused on her scoop of vanilla bean ice cream.

"It's settled then. I'll have Arlo pick her up at noon."