insides bur ned. Too much crap in a short span of time. Life as I knew it would never return to normal. If only I could go back in time and enjoyed those last few months with more appreciation. I ran my hand over Tane’s solid arms, wanted something real to cling to, someone who was mine. Adrift in an ocean of grief, I needed an anchor or I’d be lost. I took a calming breath. “So we complete the process, then. We finish makimg him Nosferatu.” The depth of that statement settled into my bones. How could I manage two of them without losing Connie Bence in the process? Tane’s personality and wisdom crushed me at the oddest times. What would I do with two?
“That won’t stop my brothers ’ desire to kill him. Rurik would be changed without clan consensus. They’d probably execute all of us.”
“You’re their fucking king.”
“I’m the Vampire Nation’s king. The Nosferatu clan has always stood apart. If they don’t kill me, they will definitely take my throne as punishment. May as well be dead.” He leaned into my caresses as I moved my hands over his sculpted chest.
“We didn’t do this on purpose. Can’t they give us some slack?”
“My clan is not known for their empathy. You know this firsthand.”
A chill ran down my spine. Luckard , with the cat-o-nine tails and the small, barbed hooks, still starred in most of my nightmares. The Nosferatu clan policed the regular vampires. If a blood-sucker broke the law, he or she died. His brothers wouldn’t be lenient on one of their own. They’d be tougher. “You’re telling me we’re dead no matter what.”
“I’m sorry it has to end so soon for you, Connie. I looked forward to watching you grow over the centuries. I think eventually you would have made an excellent queen.”
A death sentence for a perceived crime. This was Nosferatu justice. No wonder their people coward at the mention of their name. I felt hollow. Fragile. If anything struck me, I’d shattered to dust. “This sounds like a good-bye.” I turned my head away from him. “Don’t do that.”
He caressed my bruised cheek. “I can at least heal these injuries for you.” I heard him bite down on his wrist before he offered me his blood.
I closed my eyes. It was this routine that had started Rurik’s transformation. If only I’d partaken of Tane’s blood as necessary instead for every little injury.
“Connie, this won’t change what’s been done. There’ s no point in suffering.”
“He’s suffering though.”
Tane pressed his wrist closer. “Don’t make me force you. I have enough to worry about with Rurik. I can’t have you weak. Drink.”
I licked at the wound. It didn’t take much to heal superficial injuries like cuts and bruises. If the slayers hadn’t transfused me, I would have needed more. The ache on the side of my face eased until it vanished. I’d grown so accustomed to it that I hadn’t realized how much it hurt until it was gone. I smiled.
Before I could thank him , he pressed me onto the bed with an opened-mouthed kiss, his hands roaming under my shirt and his knees prying my legs apart.
T ane and I rarely played alone in real life. In my dreams, yes, but in reality, he was just too busy. He seemed so substantial all of a sudden, as if denser. I explored his mouth and traced my tongue over his fangs until with a sharp sting I poked my sensitive flesh. The metallic taste of my blood slid into his mouth, and he went still. There were few instances in my life where I could say I surprised my Nosferatu warrior.
He moaned and kissed me deeper, lapping at the drops from the small wound. With a few well -placed yanks, he undressed me, letting my clothes fall wherever.
Blindly, I assisted in undoing his pant ’s latches and zipper, releasing his hardening cock into the palm of my hand. How could something so hard feel so silky? I smoothed my hands over it, stroking it to full size.
Tane wiggled out of his pants, kicking them from the bed, yet
“That won’t stop my brothers ’ desire to kill him. Rurik would be changed without clan consensus. They’d probably execute all of us.”
“You’re their fucking king.”
“I’m the Vampire Nation’s king. The Nosferatu clan has always stood apart. If they don’t kill me, they will definitely take my throne as punishment. May as well be dead.” He leaned into my caresses as I moved my hands over his sculpted chest.
“We didn’t do this on purpose. Can’t they give us some slack?”
“My clan is not known for their empathy. You know this firsthand.”
A chill ran down my spine. Luckard , with the cat-o-nine tails and the small, barbed hooks, still starred in most of my nightmares. The Nosferatu clan policed the regular vampires. If a blood-sucker broke the law, he or she died. His brothers wouldn’t be lenient on one of their own. They’d be tougher. “You’re telling me we’re dead no matter what.”
“I’m sorry it has to end so soon for you, Connie. I looked forward to watching you grow over the centuries. I think eventually you would have made an excellent queen.”
A death sentence for a perceived crime. This was Nosferatu justice. No wonder their people coward at the mention of their name. I felt hollow. Fragile. If anything struck me, I’d shattered to dust. “This sounds like a good-bye.” I turned my head away from him. “Don’t do that.”
He caressed my bruised cheek. “I can at least heal these injuries for you.” I heard him bite down on his wrist before he offered me his blood.
I closed my eyes. It was this routine that had started Rurik’s transformation. If only I’d partaken of Tane’s blood as necessary instead for every little injury.
“Connie, this won’t change what’s been done. There’ s no point in suffering.”
“He’s suffering though.”
Tane pressed his wrist closer. “Don’t make me force you. I have enough to worry about with Rurik. I can’t have you weak. Drink.”
I licked at the wound. It didn’t take much to heal superficial injuries like cuts and bruises. If the slayers hadn’t transfused me, I would have needed more. The ache on the side of my face eased until it vanished. I’d grown so accustomed to it that I hadn’t realized how much it hurt until it was gone. I smiled.
Before I could thank him , he pressed me onto the bed with an opened-mouthed kiss, his hands roaming under my shirt and his knees prying my legs apart.
T ane and I rarely played alone in real life. In my dreams, yes, but in reality, he was just too busy. He seemed so substantial all of a sudden, as if denser. I explored his mouth and traced my tongue over his fangs until with a sharp sting I poked my sensitive flesh. The metallic taste of my blood slid into his mouth, and he went still. There were few instances in my life where I could say I surprised my Nosferatu warrior.
He moaned and kissed me deeper, lapping at the drops from the small wound. With a few well -placed yanks, he undressed me, letting my clothes fall wherever.
Blindly, I assisted in undoing his pant ’s latches and zipper, releasing his hardening cock into the palm of my hand. How could something so hard feel so silky? I smoothed my hands over it, stroking it to full size.
Tane wiggled out of his pants, kicking them from the bed, yet
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