Page 17 of Siege of Blood and Betrayal

“That’s what I need to speak to Zane about.”

“Zane’s busy. Look, if you need me to slay someone for you, I’m more than happy to do it.”

I raise my gaze and absorb the hit as our eyes lock. Huntley is a breathtaking All-American type: golden blonde hair, athletic build, shoulders that go on for miles, and blue eyes you could actually drown in.

He’s gorgeous, and he knows it.

I peg him with as much venom as I can manage in one ball-shriveling glare. “I don’t need you or any man to slay my dragons. The only thing I need is for you to get the fuck out of my way, so I can speak to Zane.”

Something dark stirs in his gaze, but he shrugs it off and backs up to let me in. The moment I step inside, he closes the door behind me and engages the lock.

Now it’s him who glares. “Wait here.”

When he turns to go get Zane, I seize my moment.

I move swiftly, adrenaline and new power surging through my veins. I run at him from behind, launching myself into the air. My arms wrap around his neck, and my legs lock around his waist as I cling to his back.

Surprise ripples through him, but it’s too late.

I tighten my grip and twist.

The snap of his neck eases some of the fury I’ve endured since I left, but not much. As the two of us drop, I get my feet planted and do my best to lower him to the marble floor without causing him more injury.

He’ll wake up in an hour or two and be hugely pissed, but whatevs. “It sucks to be on the receiving end of being blindsided, doesn’t it?”

I stare down at him, glad my emotions have retreated and shut off for the day. His betrayal might hurt even more than Zane’s. I lift my sneaker and give him a solid kick in the junk. “Asshole.”

Swiping at the moisture building in my eyes, I suck in a lungful of the here and now and get back on track. Time to find Zane and get out the door before company arrives.

Zane

Nothing is soothing the restlessness thrumming in my blood tonight. The couple has gotten off countless times and still I can’t get ahead of the dark anxiety prickling my insides.

What’s wrong with me?

I close my eyes and focus on the human’s blood coating my tongue as it glides down my throat. He’s going to come again. His blood gives off a delicious spice when he’s about to lose himself.

My balls tingle as the pressure builds for the orgasm torturing me. I’ve fed and fucked and yet I feel less sated than when we began.

“You need more, my prince. Take me as you will.” The vampire male smiles at his lover as I retract my fangs. “He won’t mind watching.”

My breath is coming hard and fast when I give up on feeding and rise to fuck the vampire male senseless. I grip my cock, tugging to prime it good and hard. “On your knees. Same rules.”

The vampire scrambles into position, swipes a handful of lube from the squeeze bottle, and then drops onto all fours. “Same rules. Punish me as long and as rough as you need, my prince. When you’re done, we leave, and it never happened.”

“Grip the footboard.”

He surrenders without hesitation. Facing the solid slab of carved walnut, he grips the bed frame and gives me a glorious view of his ass.

Damn him. He’s right. I need this. I grip my shaft and sweep the engorged tip through the lube he set in place. With one hand on the bone of his hip, I thrust forward and breach the tight constriction.

The vampire tenses, letting off a throaty hiss.

Yes, I could’ve done the whole ease inside inch-by-inch thing to get some glide going before I penetrated him fully, but I warned them about my mood.

Besides, the vampire enjoys a little punishment.

We’ve shared countless evenings like this, and they always come back for more. At first, that was enough to fill the aching emptiness. Now I’m certain no one can fix what’s broken inside me.

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