Page 13 of Forever Touched

Lust and hunger rode me hard. I opened my mouth and sank my fangs deeply into her flesh. She jerked against me, but I quickly infused the bite with my venom, easing the bite’s pain. The stiffness in her body melted away, and she sighed in pleasure. Pleased with her reaction, I pressed my mouth to her skin and began to suck. Wanting to experience that delectable first taste of her blood, I held off my orgasm for a moment longer. Only a moment more, and my body could experience the full effect of what she had to offer.

I pulled her closer to me, prepared to thrust inside her the second I finished orgasming. She stroked me faster, knowing that I was teetering on the edge of release. I sucked her harder, drawing in a mouthful of her blood.

The instant the blood touched my tongue, I shoved her away with a hiss. She hit the mattress with a startled cry. Blood dripped from mymouth and onto the white duvet.

Spitting out the remainder of it, I glared down at her and snarled, “Witch.”

She stared at me with wide eyes, twin lines of blood dribbling down her neck. Pressing a hand to the puncture wounds, she blinked a few times before replying, “I thought you knew that.”

“Of course I didn’t.” Ignoring the throbbing ache between my legs from not being able to finish, I quickly zipped up my pants. “What kind of sick joke is this anyway? Vampires don’t come here to feed onwitches.”

At the sneer in my voice, the confusion on her face vanished. She gripped her robe and tightly wrapped it around her body. “On the contrary. Vampires come here every night to feed on me.”

I scoffed. “That’s disgusting.”

Her expression wiped clean of all emotion. “No more disgusting than you coming up here tonight.”

I blinked, caught off guard by her candor. “You’re right. It’s disgusting that I so easily fell under your seductive spell. That won’t be happening again. I’m done here.”

As I turned to leave, she scrambled upright on the bed. “Wait.”

I kept going, storming from the room. Now that my dick was no longer in charge, I could clearly detect the magic permeating the air like a bad omen. The metallic scent bit at my nostrils, and I flared them in frustration. How could I have so completely missed it earlier?

“Wait. You have pale green eyes. Like amethysts. I saw you in a—”

“You sawnothing,” I growled, jerking around to scowl at her. I expected her to cower, but she barely even flinched at my brusque tone. “I was never here, got it?”

She pursed her lips, then smoothed them into a smirk devoid ofhumor. “Sure. That’s what the masks are for, right? Total anonymity. What you do here stays here.”

At the slight judgment in her tone, I curled my own lips into a humorless smile. “And I’m assuming a witch masquerading as ablood whorewould most definitely want to hide her identity. I bet your coven would cast you out if they knew. The shame of it would be too humiliating.”

Her smirk faded.

Without waiting for a reply, I whirled and left her behind, hoping to never see her again. Tonight had been a terrible mistake. No one needed to know how epically I’d screwed up. If only I could wipe the memory of it from my brain. This night might have been a total disaster, but I doubted I’d be forgetting it anytime soon.

By the time I made it back home two hours later, I’d called myself every foul name I could think of. I felt violated in a way I’d never felt before. The memory of her hands on me. The lingering taste of her blood in my mouth. It burned me from the inside out.

Stalking up the steep flight of stairs to the front entrance, I barely acknowledged the guards before breezing past. No one greeted me when I barged inside, which was a good thing. My dark mood made me want to lash out at anyone who dared get too close.

With a burst of supernatural speed, I was on the fifth floor in seconds. I passed by my father’s and brother’s rooms without pause, not wanting them to see how upset I was. Besides, they were probably fast asleep beside theirwives, happy as clams. No need to disrupt their blissful little bubbles with my foul attitude. It was better that I spend the rest of the night alone, if only to lick my wounds in peace.

But, as I eased open my bedroom door, I sensed right away that someone was on the other side. Sighing, I slipped inside and shut the door. Two heartbeats quickened at my arrival, and I turned to see apair of housemaids in my massive bed.

“Your Majesty,” they said in unison, both completely nude.

Sighing again, I muttered, “Let me guess. The king sent you?”

They bobbed their heads. “Yes, my prince.”

I swept my gaze over them, but the earlier fire in my veins was gone. Looking at their supple bodies did nothing for me. It was like that witch had sucked all the life out of me.

Frustrated at myself all over again, I began to undress. Both human females eagerly watched. Their anticipation was usually enough to get me going, but not this time. I almost stopped and ordered them to leave, which only fueled my ire.

I wasn’t going to let thatwitchmess with my head any longer. She meant nothing to me, and the brief moment we’d shared also meant nothing. I’d lusted after her.Desiredher. But I hadn’t known what she was. If I’d known, I never would have let her touch me. Never would have sunk my fangs into her soft flesh and tasted her blood.

At the memory, heat stirred in my blood once more.

Angry at my body’s betrayal, I tore the last of my clothes off and joined the ladies in bed. They giggled at my arrival and shifted so that I could lay between them. As soon as I did, they began to kiss and touch me from the neck down, their interest mainly on my dick. The redhead leaned down and took me into her mouth, moaning breathlessly. Normally, I’d be hard and ready for her eager lips, but my body suddenly had no interest in her. She stroked and sucked on me, but I barely felt it.

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