octave, the tenor deep and inviting. Liquid heat swept through me. My body sagged and my eyes closed. He was invading my mind, and I could feel him all over me. His tongue swept along my skin, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. His fingers traced the line of my jaw and collarbone, past the hollow on my neck, toward my breasts.
“Stop.” My growl was husky, like a purr.
I bit down on my tongue again, hard enough to taste blood. I closed my eyes and attempted to clear my thoughts. Tears sprang into my eyes with the effort, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.
“Wesley!” Carson’s voice broke the spell, echoing through the house as the front door slammed closed.
The vampire turned his head and I reached inside my pocket for my butterfly knife. I yanked it out and fluttered the blade in my hand, changing it from benign to dangerous in a singular movement. My heart throbbed painfully as I strategized. Carson was between the door and me. I had to get past him.
“I’m calling dibs on…” Carson stopped mid-sentence, eyes narrowing as he walked into the room and saw the knife.
What a fucking sleaze bucket. He was in on this shit too.
“I was just leaving.” My voice came out shaky. I looked up and locked eyes with Wesley.
His irises were amber.
Radiant, beautiful amber.
He rolled me under, promising exactly what he would do, showing me just how much I’d enjoy it. His hands were cool, brushing across my body in sensual, teasing movements. His tongue delved into my ear, his breath brisk against my skin, fingers tracing the counters of my bra as his thumbs thrummed my nipples. His mouth found mine as he ripped at my clothing…and I wanted him to. I wanted to feel every inch of him against me, along me, inside me.
I loosened the grip on the knife and it slid past my fingers until I held the blade. The sharp bite of metal into my skin cleared my head, and I squeezed, absorbing the steel deeper into my flesh. Warm blood coated the spaces between my fingers, dripping in big fat drops to the floor.
I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. My head was clear of him, but my traitorous body wouldn’t listen. I struggled to tell my feet to obey, to take one step, then another.
“This one will require a special session.” Wesley smiled, elongated canines prominent. “Do we have any chloroform left?”
“I’m one step ahead of you.”
A cloth was placed over my mouth, and though I wanted to struggle, I remained passive. The room shifted, becoming fuzzy as my breathing slowed.
Wesley pulled Amanda into his arms. His hands traveled along her body while the other three caressed him, their hands grasping and squeezing, moving lower… Then everything vanished into nothing.
Chapter Twelve
I woke with a pounding head and a dry mouth. I slowly opened my eyes and attempted to focus in the dim lighting. The haze distorting my vision changed to an orange hue that covered the room, flickering and moving across the ceiling. The familiar smell of fire permeated my nose, and I stifled the groan that threatened to escape my lips. I turned my head to the left and could see the outline of bottles along the kitchen counter in the darkness.
Everything came rushing back, and I realized I was still on the floor where I’d fallen.
Grunts, groans, and feminine cries combined with the sound of skin slapping against skin. I forced my aching head around. Wesley was on the carpet and Treenie was underneath him, braced on hands and knees. They were naked, bodies coming together in forceful, animalistic thrusts.
CeCe and Amanda watched from the couch, naked as well. Their hands moved back and forth between their thighs as they groaned and panted. The smell had come from the fireplace, which was the only light source, glowing rusty orange against their skin.
I felt bile rising from my stomach and I swallowed, holding my breath.
I had been invited to a vampire orgy.
“ Rhiannon?”
I opened my eyes, blinking to adjust my sight.
“Stop.” My growl was husky, like a purr.
I bit down on my tongue again, hard enough to taste blood. I closed my eyes and attempted to clear my thoughts. Tears sprang into my eyes with the effort, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.
“Wesley!” Carson’s voice broke the spell, echoing through the house as the front door slammed closed.
The vampire turned his head and I reached inside my pocket for my butterfly knife. I yanked it out and fluttered the blade in my hand, changing it from benign to dangerous in a singular movement. My heart throbbed painfully as I strategized. Carson was between the door and me. I had to get past him.
“I’m calling dibs on…” Carson stopped mid-sentence, eyes narrowing as he walked into the room and saw the knife.
What a fucking sleaze bucket. He was in on this shit too.
“I was just leaving.” My voice came out shaky. I looked up and locked eyes with Wesley.
His irises were amber.
Radiant, beautiful amber.
He rolled me under, promising exactly what he would do, showing me just how much I’d enjoy it. His hands were cool, brushing across my body in sensual, teasing movements. His tongue delved into my ear, his breath brisk against my skin, fingers tracing the counters of my bra as his thumbs thrummed my nipples. His mouth found mine as he ripped at my clothing…and I wanted him to. I wanted to feel every inch of him against me, along me, inside me.
I loosened the grip on the knife and it slid past my fingers until I held the blade. The sharp bite of metal into my skin cleared my head, and I squeezed, absorbing the steel deeper into my flesh. Warm blood coated the spaces between my fingers, dripping in big fat drops to the floor.
I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. My head was clear of him, but my traitorous body wouldn’t listen. I struggled to tell my feet to obey, to take one step, then another.
“This one will require a special session.” Wesley smiled, elongated canines prominent. “Do we have any chloroform left?”
“I’m one step ahead of you.”
A cloth was placed over my mouth, and though I wanted to struggle, I remained passive. The room shifted, becoming fuzzy as my breathing slowed.
Wesley pulled Amanda into his arms. His hands traveled along her body while the other three caressed him, their hands grasping and squeezing, moving lower… Then everything vanished into nothing.
Chapter Twelve
I woke with a pounding head and a dry mouth. I slowly opened my eyes and attempted to focus in the dim lighting. The haze distorting my vision changed to an orange hue that covered the room, flickering and moving across the ceiling. The familiar smell of fire permeated my nose, and I stifled the groan that threatened to escape my lips. I turned my head to the left and could see the outline of bottles along the kitchen counter in the darkness.
Everything came rushing back, and I realized I was still on the floor where I’d fallen.
Grunts, groans, and feminine cries combined with the sound of skin slapping against skin. I forced my aching head around. Wesley was on the carpet and Treenie was underneath him, braced on hands and knees. They were naked, bodies coming together in forceful, animalistic thrusts.
CeCe and Amanda watched from the couch, naked as well. Their hands moved back and forth between their thighs as they groaned and panted. The smell had come from the fireplace, which was the only light source, glowing rusty orange against their skin.
I felt bile rising from my stomach and I swallowed, holding my breath.
I had been invited to a vampire orgy.
“ Rhiannon?”
I opened my eyes, blinking to adjust my sight.
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