Page 29 of Her Blood Revenge

He takes my hand and sinks it between my legs. My fingers slide easily inside, and I groan in pleasure. He manoeuvres my hand, encouraging my satisfaction. Teasing me and edging me closer to release. He opens my robe, leaving me exposed above him, and watches me pleasure myself as I straddle him.

He doesn’t touch me. Not there. He just watches. Before I find my release, he pulls my hand away, making me scream in frustration as my orgasm seeps away as quickly as it came.

‘You only get to scream in pleasure if we’re the ones inside you,’ he smirks, a dark thrill in his eyes. ‘Let me use my fingers on you.’

‘Fuck you,’ I snarl, hating him intensely.

‘Hell, Pixie. I wish you fucking would and put us all out of our misery.’

He sits, reclaiming my mouth once more. He’s wild with need. As am I now, more than ever. A need to make him just as unsatisfied as I am. I want to bring him to his limit and snatch away any hope of release. Make him think he’s about to feel me, but deny him any access.

Gripping me, he throws me down. My back hits the grass as he leans over me, our lips not parting for a second.

Not until he sinks his teeth into my neck. The pain radiates through me, followed by a flush of heat as I look up to the heavens, enjoying the skill of his wandering hands. When his fingers knot in my hair, I take my chance and bite his wrist. Hard. Sinking my new fangs into his flesh as if he were nothing but soft butter. A deep, guttural grow rumbles through his chest as he nudges himself between my legs, the bulge of his erection straining against his clothing.

He whispers my name longingly, lapping up the trail of blood slipping past his bite.

I move my bite to his neck and keep drinking, revelling in the life and bliss it provides. In the anaesthetic for my heart and soul’s pain.

Deeper.

‘Easy, Pixie,’ he whispers, grinding his hips between mine, rubbing his hard cock against me.

I hear tearing as his flesh rips away. I spit it out and grip him firmly, holding him close.

‘PIXIE!’ he bellows, trying to pull away as his blood gushes onto my face.

My legs wrap around his waist, and I pull him down, biting hard and refusing to let him leave me.

His blood. That’s all I taste. All I smell. All I am!

The peace and calm. The euphoria.

It’s the meaning of everything!

I barely hear him roar in pain. His words are but an echo in the distance.

‘Pixie…’ he says, his voice shaking. ‘Stop…’

His entire weight falls on top of me, his chest resting on mine as he slumps.

His weight. There’s too much weight!

Images of Dorian gripping those stones as he stands over me replace the stars above me. It replaces Shaw. His weight becomes those slabs.

I can’t breathe! My bones… my lungs… I can’t breathe!

He lifts his face, pale and raging, as he looks down at me.

‘Off…’ I manage. ‘Get… get off! I SAID GET OFF!’

Roots wrap around him, and he’s thrown from me as I gasp and wheeze.

A foot slams into my face, and I fall back dazed.

‘She’s a vampire?’ Leo asks in surprise. ‘You never said she was a fucking bloodsucker too, Shaw!’

I’m on my feet and before he can trap me in his air magic, I hit him hard and knock him clean out.

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