eyes and her lips thinned. He should have ignored her. Put an end to whatever this was between them right then and there. But Christian had never had an ounce of gods-damned sense.
His eyes locked with hers and he mouthed the word
Magnificent.
Her expression softened and her lips parted, the only outward show that she was pleased with his reaction. This would happen again. And again. The game would continue until he couldn’t bear to keep his distance any longer. What then? Whatever this was between them would play itself out or it would combust.
Either way, Christian was as good as fucked.
Siobhan was the ultimate gamble. And he was enough of an addict to know that once with her would never be enough.
CHAPTER
8
Aftertaking Bria back to the house, Jenner spent the remainder of his night in agony. His thirst blazed, his cock remained as stiff as a fucking steel rod, and his want of Bria intensified with every minute spent away from her. He left her in Claire’s care and wandered the club district. He hit Onyx, The Dragon’s Den, and Ultra in the hopes of finding a female whose body might tempt him away from Bria, whose blood tasted sweeter than hers. But all Jenner realized when the horizon showed the first signs of sunrise was that Bria had no equal. No other creature could compare. No other female had tethered his soul. No other had such absolute sway over him.
He wandered into Mikhail’s house and fell into bed in the room next to hers moments before the sun rose. The crisp, clean sheets on his bed smelled of fabric softener and not the scent he longed for. The perfume of Bria’s arousal in the face of his crudeness earlier in the night had burned itself into Jenner’s memory. And it only made him want her more. As the exhaustion of daytime sleep weighed him down he laid the flat of his palm on the wallbehind him in the hopes of feeling the gentle brush of her presence along his senses. The tether tugged at the center of his chest and Jenner let out a deep breath. That small reassurance was enough. For now.
Not even in the void of daytime sleep could Jenner find respite. Instead, he was plagued with dreams of Bria. Her sweet voice, glittering amethyst eyes, and full pink lips haunted him. In his dreams, she ran from him, always just outside his reach. Graceful, quick, her movements precise, Jenner watched in appreciation as she dodged a wide sweep of his arms before her giddy laughter rang out around him. His throat raged with dry fire. His body burned with want. In his dreams, he latched on to her throat, ripped open her vein, and glutted himself on the sweet nectar of her blood until Bria’s body went limp in his arms and the light left her glittering eyes.
When he woke at sunset tremors rocked Jenner’s body. His balls were too tight and his cock stood out straight from his hips as though taunting him. A cold shower cooled his lusts a small amount, but Jenner knew the relief would be short-lived. His thirst still raged, as did the knowledge that even in his dreams he couldn’t trust himself with Bria. Rather than exile his family centuries ago, their lord should have run a stake through Jenner’s heart. At least then Bria would have been safe. At least from one of the monsters who wanted her.
Jenner groaned as he buttoned his jeans and pulled on his boots. Thomas Fairchild would be there by now and he needed to get his shit together, ASAP.
Gods.
Another night of being close enough to touch his mate. Another night of torture as he fed from the vein at her wrist and not her throat as he wanted to. Another night of fighting the urge to only take what he needed and not a fucking drop more. Jenner had hoped he’d find salvation in histether. But he was beginning to realize that it would surely destroy him.
He spent the trek from his room down the stairs to Mikhail’s study self-coaching himself to remain detached. He couldn’t let Bria get under his skin. Couldn’t let her know how deeply she affected
His eyes locked with hers and he mouthed the word
Magnificent.
Her expression softened and her lips parted, the only outward show that she was pleased with his reaction. This would happen again. And again. The game would continue until he couldn’t bear to keep his distance any longer. What then? Whatever this was between them would play itself out or it would combust.
Either way, Christian was as good as fucked.
Siobhan was the ultimate gamble. And he was enough of an addict to know that once with her would never be enough.
CHAPTER
8
Aftertaking Bria back to the house, Jenner spent the remainder of his night in agony. His thirst blazed, his cock remained as stiff as a fucking steel rod, and his want of Bria intensified with every minute spent away from her. He left her in Claire’s care and wandered the club district. He hit Onyx, The Dragon’s Den, and Ultra in the hopes of finding a female whose body might tempt him away from Bria, whose blood tasted sweeter than hers. But all Jenner realized when the horizon showed the first signs of sunrise was that Bria had no equal. No other creature could compare. No other female had tethered his soul. No other had such absolute sway over him.
He wandered into Mikhail’s house and fell into bed in the room next to hers moments before the sun rose. The crisp, clean sheets on his bed smelled of fabric softener and not the scent he longed for. The perfume of Bria’s arousal in the face of his crudeness earlier in the night had burned itself into Jenner’s memory. And it only made him want her more. As the exhaustion of daytime sleep weighed him down he laid the flat of his palm on the wallbehind him in the hopes of feeling the gentle brush of her presence along his senses. The tether tugged at the center of his chest and Jenner let out a deep breath. That small reassurance was enough. For now.
Not even in the void of daytime sleep could Jenner find respite. Instead, he was plagued with dreams of Bria. Her sweet voice, glittering amethyst eyes, and full pink lips haunted him. In his dreams, she ran from him, always just outside his reach. Graceful, quick, her movements precise, Jenner watched in appreciation as she dodged a wide sweep of his arms before her giddy laughter rang out around him. His throat raged with dry fire. His body burned with want. In his dreams, he latched on to her throat, ripped open her vein, and glutted himself on the sweet nectar of her blood until Bria’s body went limp in his arms and the light left her glittering eyes.
When he woke at sunset tremors rocked Jenner’s body. His balls were too tight and his cock stood out straight from his hips as though taunting him. A cold shower cooled his lusts a small amount, but Jenner knew the relief would be short-lived. His thirst still raged, as did the knowledge that even in his dreams he couldn’t trust himself with Bria. Rather than exile his family centuries ago, their lord should have run a stake through Jenner’s heart. At least then Bria would have been safe. At least from one of the monsters who wanted her.
Jenner groaned as he buttoned his jeans and pulled on his boots. Thomas Fairchild would be there by now and he needed to get his shit together, ASAP.
Gods.
Another night of being close enough to touch his mate. Another night of torture as he fed from the vein at her wrist and not her throat as he wanted to. Another night of fighting the urge to only take what he needed and not a fucking drop more. Jenner had hoped he’d find salvation in histether. But he was beginning to realize that it would surely destroy him.
He spent the trek from his room down the stairs to Mikhail’s study self-coaching himself to remain detached. He couldn’t let Bria get under his skin. Couldn’t let her know how deeply she affected
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