Page 87 of Princess Broken

My hands involuntarily rise, the backs of my fingers gliding over her arms, her throat, and then up toward her face. Her eyelids flutter again. She’s enjoying my touch.

A memory flashes in my mind.

The first time I witnessed two people kissing—deep, intimate kissing—I was already a vampire, and the sight made my cock stir. But Phil was there, too, and he expressed disgust, reminding me of my training, so I used my knife to quell my arousal, like the Master taught me to, and I never thought of kissing again. Until now.

My fingers itch for a sharp edge. I must stop this feeling. I drop my hands off her.

“Blade…” Her voice is breathy. She rises to her toes, transferring more of her weight onto to my body, and then she tips her face toward me.

Her tongue darts out to wet her pink lips, and mine mirrors the action. Her heart rate is rising along with my own. My hands drift onto her shoulders and I can’t even begin to control their movements as they raise to her tiny throat then up to cup the sides of her face.

This woman is so beautiful. I’ve seen plenty of beautiful females before, but Ana is different. Her eyes flash with intelligence, bravery—and an obvious desire for me. And that encourages me to do the things that my body and mind are urging me to.

Bending forward, I move my lips closer toward hers, inhaling her delicious scent, one that’s now taken up permanent residence in my mind, in my body. Consequences be damned. I must have this woman.

But I don’t know how to even begin.

Because what I want with her is diametrically different from the things I’ve done to other females. I certainly never considered kissing one, but now my lips are less than an inch from hers, quivering with need as we breathe the same air, the charge between us so powerful and dynamic, generating feelings inside me far stronger than anything I’ve ever inflicted on myself with a blade.

I need to stop this feeling. But I also know I need her.

My brothers are out of the room. I should take my chance. I should bend her over, lift her dress and pound into her—cut myself, cut her, smear our blood over her back until I forget whose hole I’m driving in to.

And yet, even as I order myself to do it, to just fuck her hard and fast so I can banish my need, even as I smell her scent, telling me her body is wet enough to welcome my cock without any preparation, I don’t do it, and our lips drift closer together.

“Fucking hell.” A voice punctures the bubble around us.

Phil’s voice.

Letting Ana go, I leap back. She stumbles a few steps, clearly caught off guard when I release her.

“Not you too!” Phil says. “Keep your fucking dick in your pants, man.”

Phil glares at Ana. “What are you? A fucking witch?”

Turning, I cup my package and glare at Phil. “Maybe you want this up your ass?” I growl. “Or maybe this?” I release my longest blade, and it flashes as I stab it, mime the action of fucking Phil with the sharp knife.

“Asshole.” Phil shakes his head.

“Enough.” Crusher pushes past Phil.

Shaking his head, Crusher folds his arms over his chest and looks at me with disappointment that I haven’t seen since we were kids.

“We’ve got more important priorities.” His eyes narrow. “But clearly you all need to release some tension. Head to the Rec Center—now—and take care of it. Sink your cocks into something tight and soft. Fill at least five cunts each, before you dare come back here.”

I blink at him, stunned. Fucking anyone but Ana seems like a very strange idea. And yet I’ve never cared about who I fucked before this.

“Now!” Crusher shouts.

“So!” I step toward Crusher, anger rising inside me. “You’re sending us to the Rec Center, but you’re staying here to fuck her?” I was seconds away from feeling Ana’s lips against mine, and Crusher smashed my opportunity. I want to cut him open.

Crusher’s chest expands and the massive vampire seems to double in size, his commanding presence intimidating yet calm.

“Yes. I’m staying,” Crusher says. “But not to fuck her. I’m the one staying, because I can control myself.” He turns toward Ana. “And I need to interrogate the princess.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Ana

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