Page 18 of Into The Rift

Love was rare for the Pton people. But bloodlust was alive and thriving. I just never imagined I’d become a victim of it.

As I stared down at Jago’s sweet, beautiful, totally irritating little face, a strange feeling swept over me. It was so alien to me I had difficulty identifying it. What was it? Tenderness? Possessiveness? Surely not bloodlust. I refused to believe that—but the evidence for it was staring me in the face.

If it were true—if it possibly could be true—then this insignificant though gorgeous little prince now held immense power over me. It made me unreasonably furious to think I could be bound in any way to such a person.

I needed to taste him to make sure.

He was standing very close to me when he parted his lips and raised them to mine, like a sweet invitation. What else could I do but kiss him? There was nothing else I wanted to do—except drain every drop of his blood from his little body. I quelled that impulse, of course and took a deep breath to calm myself.

My hand found its way under his robe and closed around him as I slowly began stroking him. He gasped and looked up at me in confusion.

We locked gazes, as I gently pulled and stroked Jago’s only half-erect penis. Slowly it began to grow harder in my hand, and Jago arched up into my grip, moaning softly. I was firm but gentle as my thumb skimmed teasingly over the head on each upward stroke.

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Jago

I’d never had any man’s hand on my private parts, but now this handsome alien lord had done it twice. And I had no idea it could feel so good. As much as I hated the idea of this Pton, touching me, I didn’t want him to stop and I’d never felt this way before.

He leaned close to my ear and whispered. “If you want me to stop, just say so, and I’ll leave you alone.”

He pulled back and gazed deeply down into my eyes. I felt myself flushing and looked to the floor but shook my head ever so slightly. “No, don’t,” I said, hardly recognizing the raspy whisper as my own.

“Don’t what?”

My face burned with shame. I didn’t want him to stop. Gods help me, but I didn’t.

“Don’t stop.”

Dominiko leaned closer to me, trailing kisses down the side of my neck. I shivered and moaned and thrust my hips upward toward him. He was driving me crazy with sensations I hadn’t known existed. He dipped his thumb into my slit, and I made a strangled sound, bucked my hips uncontrollably and came with an intensity that made my knees weak. It was too fast, and it embarrassed me, but I’d never felt anything like it before.

I put my arms around his neck and clung to him, breathing hard. He held me close and licked my throat again, this time just under my jawline. Then his teeth suddenly sank into my skin, and I moaned at the sudden pain and tried to pull away, but he was holding me too tightly, with one hand behind my head to keep me in place. He sucked gently at the bite, and I knew he must be taking blood. His lips were hot and demanding, and so soul-consuming I didn’t know if this was a punishment or a seduction. I felt restless and anxious and scared but still like I wanted to be even closer to him somehow, even though he was the source of all my anxiety. In seconds it was over, and he pulled away, releasing me. He was breathing hard and would have stepped back, but I clung to him, still wanting to breathe him in. I saw that his eyes had changed, and they were much darker than before.

“You should let me go, princeling,” he said, his voice rough and low-pitched. “I need not to be so close to you for a few moments.”

“No. I’m scared, and I need you,” I whispered to him, and looked up into his eyes.

“What are you scared of? And by the way, your answer should be me.”

“No,” I said in a rush, cutting him off. “I mean, I don’t know. You bit me.”

“Just a little taste. Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I said, though it was throbbing a little.

He stepped back quickly and stared down at me. “Are you having second thoughts? Not that you have much choice in the matter at this juncture, but it would be easier all the way around if you were cooperative. I can’t let you go, Jago. I wish I could, but I believe it’s too late.”

“Oh. Well, I’m not having second thoughts. Not exactly. But I have been arguing with Rakkur about it, and he’s pretty upset. He’s frightened.”

He gave me a long, intense look that I couldn’t quite read, and lifted one shoulder in what must be a universal gesture. His face unexpectedly flushed a little. “He is? Or is it you who’s frightened?”

I shrugged the same way he had. “Maybe it’s me—a little.”

I looked up at him, and it gave me an odd feeling to look so deeply into those strangely beautiful eyes and know that he wasn’t sure of something either. He always seemed so supremely confident.

“Don’t worry—I’ll do it,” I said, quickly before I could change my mind. “I’ll go with you. I have to do this to save Rakkur. And I don’t like the idea of never seeing you again. But this is so fast—I don’t think it’s supposed to be this way. Have you done something to me?”

He was no longer touching me, but he looked back down at me, and his eyes softened. “Not yet.”

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