“
Virgini
foolishness. Where do they get you when you’re in trouble?”
She let her head fall back. “I was trying to stay pure.”
“For him,” Lucian growled. Her pain and need were eating at him, making him rage with the desire to shake her and then take her. “He is not pure. Why must you be?”
With another moan, she crawled atop him again, lay against him, belly to belly, her face in his neck. “Lucian, please—”
He didn’t stop her. How the hell could he? “So I am to feed another
paven
’s true mate, then?”
His cock was hard as stone now, like the stone he’d bashed his head against in his dream—and he knew she could feel it, pressing against her stomach, warning her. Goddamn it! Didn’t she get it? If she put her fangs in him it was over!
“Lucian…”
“Don’t beg, Princess, Christ!” he snarled, her breath doing a sensual dance against his skin.
“Why not?” she uttered. “Does it make me look weak, desperate? Good, because I am!”
He took her by the arms and lifted her off him once again. “No, it makes you impossible to resist. It makes you a challenge I will not lose.” He forced her gaze to meet his. “We should wait to feed…”
“I cannot.” She sounded close to tears.
“Fuck!” This was bullshit, impossible, and the most delectable need he’d ever felt. He shoved his arm towardher, offered her his wrist. “Fine. Do it. Take it. Take what you need. But come no closer and control your thoughts.”
“Why?” She grabbed his wrist.
“Because the hotter you get, the more impossible it is for me to not take you.”
At his words, her scent rose up and slammed into his nostrils. Arousal. Sweet, heady…
“Like that,” he growled. “Goddamn it. Stop thinking about anything but the blood.”
Her eyes on his vein, her tongue lapping at her dry lips, she whispered, “You flatter yourself.”
He yanked his arm away from her and challenged, “Tell me you’re not thinking about getting fucked right now.”
She inhaled through her teeth, her fangs. She was about to dive for him. “Maybe I am, but maybe it’s not you I’m thinking about.”
“Since when?” he uttered and thrust his arm back under her waiting lips.
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose. “I’m sorry. That was a terrible thing to say.”
“Not to mention a huge motherfucking lie.”
“Stop it, Lucian.”
“Hey, you can always wait for him to show up with the blood.”
Her answer to that was a swift and hearty strike into the flesh of his wrist.
“Ahhh, God…” Lucian uttered, his mind going black, his eyes widening as he watched her feed, watched her drink from him. Again. It was beautiful—she was beautiful, and rabid, and hot as the sun.
Goddamn, he wanted to moan, cry out as she drewon him so heavy and hungry, her fangs working him like the best fuck he’d ever had.
Turn away,
he warned himself.
Turn away before you mount her and take what has always belonged to you
.
Oh, those fangs, moving in and out of his vein. They were dangerous and luscious and would surely lead to his demise—but wasn’t that true perfection for a dickhead like him?
A low growl sounded. For a moment, Lucian thought it was himself. Then, when he realized it wasn’t, he looked to Bronwyn.
She lifted her head. “What is it?”
His blood dripped from her lips, teeth, fangs, and all he wanted to do was bare his tongue and taste himself on her. But then the growl sounded again. In the distance, but close enough to set off his instincts.
He pushed Bronwyn behind him and stood. “Don’t move,” he commanded in a whisper. “Don’t make a sound.”
An animal, he thought, hearing it again. That was no human or vampire. An animal was in this reality with them, and it sounded feral.
Fucking Cruen. When Lucian got ahold of him, he was going to wish he had a feral animal on his ancient ass…
Lucian’s thoughts trailed off as something came bounding out of the forest toward
Virgini
foolishness. Where do they get you when you’re in trouble?”
She let her head fall back. “I was trying to stay pure.”
“For him,” Lucian growled. Her pain and need were eating at him, making him rage with the desire to shake her and then take her. “He is not pure. Why must you be?”
With another moan, she crawled atop him again, lay against him, belly to belly, her face in his neck. “Lucian, please—”
He didn’t stop her. How the hell could he? “So I am to feed another
paven
’s true mate, then?”
His cock was hard as stone now, like the stone he’d bashed his head against in his dream—and he knew she could feel it, pressing against her stomach, warning her. Goddamn it! Didn’t she get it? If she put her fangs in him it was over!
“Lucian…”
“Don’t beg, Princess, Christ!” he snarled, her breath doing a sensual dance against his skin.
“Why not?” she uttered. “Does it make me look weak, desperate? Good, because I am!”
He took her by the arms and lifted her off him once again. “No, it makes you impossible to resist. It makes you a challenge I will not lose.” He forced her gaze to meet his. “We should wait to feed…”
“I cannot.” She sounded close to tears.
“Fuck!” This was bullshit, impossible, and the most delectable need he’d ever felt. He shoved his arm towardher, offered her his wrist. “Fine. Do it. Take it. Take what you need. But come no closer and control your thoughts.”
“Why?” She grabbed his wrist.
“Because the hotter you get, the more impossible it is for me to not take you.”
At his words, her scent rose up and slammed into his nostrils. Arousal. Sweet, heady…
“Like that,” he growled. “Goddamn it. Stop thinking about anything but the blood.”
Her eyes on his vein, her tongue lapping at her dry lips, she whispered, “You flatter yourself.”
He yanked his arm away from her and challenged, “Tell me you’re not thinking about getting fucked right now.”
She inhaled through her teeth, her fangs. She was about to dive for him. “Maybe I am, but maybe it’s not you I’m thinking about.”
“Since when?” he uttered and thrust his arm back under her waiting lips.
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose. “I’m sorry. That was a terrible thing to say.”
“Not to mention a huge motherfucking lie.”
“Stop it, Lucian.”
“Hey, you can always wait for him to show up with the blood.”
Her answer to that was a swift and hearty strike into the flesh of his wrist.
“Ahhh, God…” Lucian uttered, his mind going black, his eyes widening as he watched her feed, watched her drink from him. Again. It was beautiful—she was beautiful, and rabid, and hot as the sun.
Goddamn, he wanted to moan, cry out as she drewon him so heavy and hungry, her fangs working him like the best fuck he’d ever had.
Turn away,
he warned himself.
Turn away before you mount her and take what has always belonged to you
.
Oh, those fangs, moving in and out of his vein. They were dangerous and luscious and would surely lead to his demise—but wasn’t that true perfection for a dickhead like him?
A low growl sounded. For a moment, Lucian thought it was himself. Then, when he realized it wasn’t, he looked to Bronwyn.
She lifted her head. “What is it?”
His blood dripped from her lips, teeth, fangs, and all he wanted to do was bare his tongue and taste himself on her. But then the growl sounded again. In the distance, but close enough to set off his instincts.
He pushed Bronwyn behind him and stood. “Don’t move,” he commanded in a whisper. “Don’t make a sound.”
An animal, he thought, hearing it again. That was no human or vampire. An animal was in this reality with them, and it sounded feral.
Fucking Cruen. When Lucian got ahold of him, he was going to wish he had a feral animal on his ancient ass…
Lucian’s thoughts trailed off as something came bounding out of the forest toward
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