Page 76 of The Sorcerer of Shadowholde

“Oh, we’re going to take our time with you…” The man hissed a laugh, running the back of his rough hand down her flushed cheek.

Now, of all times, her magic fails her? No welling of power, no burning hands, nothing. Panic gripped her chest as she realized the surety of what was about to happen.

Oh, Gods. Please.

A blinding flash tore the first man away from her, slamming him into the wall he propped himself on and snapping his arm in two. The man let out a howl of a scream, crumpling to the ground in a heap.

A beast was on him, fangs at his throat, tearing a gaping hole where tender flesh once lay. Screams turned to gurgled moans, though an instant later, there was silence.

The High Consul stood to his full height, red eyes blazing through the darkness with the fury of the solstice sun. Blood dripped from his fangs, down his chin and throat, staining his white shirt with red and gore.

The two behind Vita released their grip on her arms, stepping away as if that would save them.

Another flash and Renatus was gone.

When she turned, the two men were already on the ground, one howling as Renatus eviscerated him, the other shuffling back in terror.Though the man with the gaping stomach didn’t stop screaming, Renatus turned his attention to the other, pouncing on him and ripping out his throat in one swift motion.

Vita clasped a hand over her mouth, horror replacing the utter shock of the scene in front of her. It wasn’t long before the three ceased making noise altogether, though Renatus still tore into the flesh on the last one’s neck, swallowing gulps of viscera and blood.

She backed up slowly, but with a blink, he was on her, pushing her against the stone wall. A whimper escaped her lips at the sight of him, gore dripping from his chin, eyes crazed with blood lust.

Renatus pressed against her and she felt his erection, arousal pulsing through her despite the horrors she’d just witnessed.

“Are you alright, darling?” he breathed, the metallic scent of blood encasing every bit of air around them.

She nodded, then mumbled a response. “Y-Yes.”

His eyes washed over every bit of her, the frazzled hair, the flushed cheeks, the dress ruined by spilled drink.

Without another word, he pressed his bloodstained lips to hers. Vita’s eyes widened, then shut as he kissed her.

He smelled like iron, slightly sweet, his tongue persistent as it ran over her lips. He groaned as she parted them, her mouth immediately coated with the blood of the three men.

It should have been repulsive, but it was invigorating.

Carnal lust blazed through them both, their tongues dancing and hands grasping at each other. Renatus gripped her ass, bucking himself against her, hitting a tender spot over and over and sending agonizing jolts of arousal through her.

“I need you, darling. Let me have you.Please,” he growled, still thrusting against her, though their clothing separated them.

Vita tried to breathe, tried to calm herself, but it was difficult with this predator of a man enclosing her against the wall. Fear and arousal twisted together in perfect synergy, only amplifying her own need. Every one of his muscles tensed, his jaw clenched and fingers digging into her ass where he gripped her.

If she said yes, there would be no turning back, but she knew what she wanted.

“Yes,” she said firmly, the single word a spark igniting the flames.

In a flash of movement, his pants were unlaced, pale cock freed to the night air. Her mouth watered as he reached under her dress, wishing she could get on her knees for him after what he’d done for her. Renatus tore through her undergarments with a violent rip, not even bothering to pull the tattered pieces off before gripping her thighs and lifting her into the air.

Her back pressed against the cool stone wall as he lined himself up at her entrance—already dripping with need—running his cock back and forth across her as she writhed with anticipation. There was a glimmer in his eyes as Vita circled her arms around his neck, something almostmortalbehind the gleam of the predator.

Without ceremony, he pressed her onto his cock, the sudden fullness causing her to cry out. It was as cold as ice, like the rest of his body, though that did little to soothe the burn of lust between her legs. A growl rumbled in his chest as his eyes focused on her, gauging her reaction, letting her get used to the intrusion.

“Is this what you’ve been waiting for? What you’ve craved?” Renatus asked as his lips brushed her ear, his voice strained.

Oh, Gods, of course it was, the sensation of his frigid length inside her setting every nerve alight, though Vita could find no words to answer.

Another bloody kiss stifled her whimper, and she thought she would die if he waited a moment longer.

Suddenly, he was thrusting, lifting her up and slamming her back down onto him as if she weighed nothing. She groaned, eyes and head rolling back, grasping at his shoulders for support. Delicious tension was building quickly as he plunged into her, their grunting like animalistic echoes in the quiet night.

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