Page 121 of The World Undone

The fanghole’s stare met mine, briefly, annoyance and aggression etched across his face.

I crafted a sturdy black chair for myself, planting it a few feet in front of him, then sat down to watch whatever show she had planned, waiting until she required me.

The featherlight touches along his torso turned sharp and antagonizing. Her nails drew blood, and she met his stare with a taunt.

“You took,” her voice was stern, filled with a thick control that was woven with lust, “without asking.”

She traced her tongue over the cuts, and Darius’s breathing shifted suddenly from aggressive to, well, still aggressive, but turned the fuck on.

And fuck if I wasn’t too.

“Is this what you want?” Max tilted her neck to the side, watching Darius with sultry eyes that had my dick straining against my pants. A dark grin hooked the curves of her lips as she took a step back from him. “Too bad.”

A dagger appeared in her hand and she sliced into her palm.

Darius watched the blood pool there, until it began dripping through her fingers.

Without a word she smeared it over his face, then walked away from him, not turning to look at me until she reached my chair.

Darius thrashed feverishly where he hung, his erection the only indication that it was more than rage coursing through his brain.

This would work, she knew how to tease and read him, to draw out every?—

I closed my eyes and hissed as her hand slid down my pants.

Without me even feeling it, she’d transitioned the chair into a long chaise lounge, and pushed me back on it as she worked her hands over my cock, her fingers tracing the veins and rim of the head like it was a musical instrument only she knew how to tune.

When I opened my eyes again, I was naked below her, and she was wearing a lacy bra and crotchless panties, held up by a garter. The shade was red, but so dark the lace shifted to black in some places, like the deepest pools of blood.

The vampire thrashed harder against his restraints as Max lowered her lips to my dick, her dark eyes darting between the two of us as she took me into her mouth.

I bucked against her as the bolt that held his chains strained against his fury. If this world, and everything in it, weren’t crafted through us, I had no doubt that he’d have ripped holes through the ceiling by now.

As it was, Max controlled it all.

I gladly relinquished all of my control to her.

She crawled over me, her eyes light with power, putting on a show for us both—and damn if I wasn’t grateful for my front row seat.

Her fingers wrapped around my throat, pulling me to a seated position as she sank down on me, tugging the back of my hair so that my neck was exposed to her.

My eyes met hers, the question clear, and I groaned in response, a new, unfamiliar need surging through me.

Yes. Yes. Whatever the fuck you want.

She bared her teeth and I saw fangs, white and sharp, and then she buried them in my neck, drawing blood as she rode me, the pace both too slow and then too fast as she edged me.

Lights blurred my vision as I filled her, until all that was left was the ecstasy of being consumed by her.

Darius’s rage echoed around the room as he watched us.

When she pulled back, my blood dripped down her chin, painting her with my lust. She pressed her lips to mine, and as my tongue tangled with hers, I felt fangs of my own descend.

I bit her lip, licking away the blood as she gasped, tightening around my dick.

Neither of us were vampires, and I didn’t have any interest in drinking blood in the waking world—but here, we became whatever the fuck we wanted. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of her blood pooling on my tongue.

So I took it.

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