Escape (Vampire King Book 1) by Kenya Wright Page A

nipple’s tip. His fangs cut into my areola. A
new craving pulsed through my veins. It was like I couldn’t get enough of him,
not his cock or his fangs. Blood dripped down the side of my breast as he
greedily drank from me and brought me to another climax within seconds. A
drunken haze surrounded me.
    “Samuel!” I dug my
nails deeper in to his back and arched up into him, giving him all of me and
not wanting this to ever end. He lifted his mouth from my breast and bit the
other one. Molten energy throbbed at the bite. I screamed in bliss. He sucked
as if he would never get a chance to drink from me again. Blood painted my
breasts and stomach.
    I
can stay inside of you all day , he whispered in my
head.
    And he tried, as we
made love the whole morning and well beyond the afternoon, until we both passed
out in each other’s arms, completely exhausted.
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Nine
     
     
    I couldn’t sleep.
Stunned, I lay on Samuel’s chest, wide awake and drowning in regret. I’ll have to tell Ethan. Samuel’s chest
rose and fell. His heart pounded in my ears at an even pace. With each beat, I
exhaled and inhaled my own breaths. It’s
like we’re connected. I shut my eyes and focused on Ethan’s image in my mind.
Tears leaked from the corner of my eyes and spilled over.
    What
did I do? Am I that pitiful? I can’t go a day with a man without keeping my
legs closed?
    Samuel was only my
second lover, but so help me, it was like he’d destroyed me for anybody else. Even Ethan? My body pulsed with Samuel’s
energy as if he were still on top of me, pumping between my thighs. Phantom
fangs continued to nip at my flesh. A constant vibration trembled on my nipples
and clitoris. I clenched my shaking fingers into a fist. Yes. Even Ethan. Noise sounded outside of the tent. Without making
too much of a racket, I sat up. Footsteps thumped our way. Voices came next.
    I shook Samuel.
“Somebody is outside.”
    Samuel’s eyes snapped
open. He sniffed the air. “Blasted blood pirates.”
    “What do we do?”
    Stay
inside the tent. His voice hit my mind with no restraint. They get a lot of money for finding
dominas and dragging them back to the castle.
    I searched for my
dagger as I threw on my clothes quickly. I’m
not going to sit in the tent and not do anything.
    “Samuel the great
pathfinder! I smell you. Come on out,” a man with a deep voice said and clucked
twice. “Your path ends here today.”
    Samuel’s lips formed
into a frown. His fangs pushed out. His eyes glowed with rage. Please, Brie. Stay in here. I know this one.
He’s no friend.
    The tent ripped from
around us and flung into the air. The night sky now hovered over us. A chilly
breeze rushed by, freezing my bare skin. I clutched the dagger in my right hand
and covered it with a blanket. Three massive vampires with brass-colored eyes
gazed down at me. They turned to me and more clucks ripped from their throats.
The white-haired one did three short clucks and the others silenced.
    That’s
how they communicate with each other, Samuel said in my
mind. If you ever hear five really fast
clucks, just run in the other direction.
    I nodded and hoped he
saw the movement.
    “Look, brothers.
Samuel’s not alone.” White hair draped the vampire’s shoulders and ended at his
waist. He lifted his nose in the air and inhaled. “Damn you, man. You’re always
the lucky one. Tell me she’s not some sort of mage.”
    “She’s not a mage.”
Samuel jumped up into a standing position.
    “With that red hair,
she’s not human,” the pirate countered.
    Samuel still wore no
clothes. The two male vampires behind the white-haired one raised their
eyebrows as they gazed at the birthmarks on Samuel’s legs. I also stood, but
pulled the blanket around my chest with my right hand. My left hand continued
to hold the dagger.
    Maybe
they don’t know what the marks are. I didn’t until I lived at the castle.
    The white-haired
vampire held a wooden gun. It squeaked as he