Page 44 of Marked for Desecration

“What did you do, Ian?”

He refused to answer me, and my mind went a mile a minute through all the concoctions I'd learned through the decades watching and hearing human stories from vampires who came through my mother’s home. Ian rolled his neck again, stretching his muscular arms up. He was coated in blood, and I couldn’t help but check out his delectable back side.

When my gaze came back to his head, he was looking over his shoulder at me intently with a grin.

“Thought I’d give my girl a show before I took her back home.”

I leaned back and raised an eyebrow. “Your girl? Who the fuck is that?”

He disappeared and popped up behind me, embracing me from behind and breathing next to my ear.

“I left you gifts too, you know?”

Despite everything that happened, I felt my face break into a grin. “Is that so? Landon beat you with that fresh dead cat. It was quite romantic.”

“Pfft. I had him beat before he even tried for your attention.”

I turned in his arms, inhaling deeply. He was covered in blood. Ian was always covered in blood around me.

“You like what you see?”

“You’re fucking nasty.”

“Just what my girl ordered.”

I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he slammed his lips on mine, rattling my senses. He walked me backward and I felt like I was falling, but his arms held me tightly against his body.

He tasted of sin and debauchery—straight don’t-give-a-flat-fuck Letos.

I moaned as he tipped me back and dropped me to the damn ground with him right on top.

Except it wasn’t the ground. We were on top of Landon’s lumpy corpse as Ian ground his hard cock against my center.

“You’ve made me wait too damn long, Valka. You pissed me off.”

“Fuck you, Ian. You took too long to find me.”

My hands were frantically undoing his pants as he pulled down the top of my dress and sucked a blood-stained nipple into his mouth.

“You’ve fed without me.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I panted against his head as he bit down and pulled my life force down his throat.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he groaned in what sounded like pure agony.

“I’m a bloody mess.”

He kissed and licked up my jaw. “And you wouldn't have it any other way.”

My hands slipped into his pants and grabbed his throbbing, hard cock, pulling it out for me to play with.

My hands stopped when it hit something metal. I shoved him off me and looked down. “What is this? When did you—”

“Valka, stop teasing me. I need to bury my dick inside of you.”

“Ian, there’s fucking metal sticking out of your dick.”

He growled, grabbed my hands and locked them over my head. His smile was gone. In its place was a man on the brink of madness. Insanity filled his amber eyes as he looked at me with both fury and lust.

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