Page 59 of Cursed Heirs

Once again, he showed no fear.

Dark excitement shone forth instead.

Well, the vampire aimed to change that.

He’d fear it all right.

Me.Us.

The demon and me as one. For the first time ever.

“You’ll live to regret it.”

With a burst of vampire speed, I had him on his back beneath me.

I lapped at his wound in a frenzy, licking around the site, down his throat, then moving down all over his chest.

He bucked beneath me as I flicked my tongue under his waistband, then slicked along the length of it to get every trace of his blood.

I squeezed his hard cock through his pants and dug my talons into his shaft.

“Motherfuck!” he cried out, deliciously.

Fucking yeah. Mmm.

We wanted his reactions, his hurt, him at our mercy.

We wanted to fucking own him.

Satisfied no blood had been wasted, I rose back up, then sank my fangs into the site of the wound, driving deep and tearing it open all the wider, earning several shudders from him, letting me know I was hurting him.

I blew right through that warning that was usually there urging me to pull back and get control.

And then I began the draw, his blood spilling into my mouth, coating my fangs, my tongue, my whole being.

This much of it, I could feel it—all that dark power.

It was powerful like Alena’s but without all that purity and sweetness.

Nah, this was utter depravity and twisted pleasure I was devouring.

Getting lost in.

Getting off on.

Strength rolled through me.Somuch strength. All that weakness and exhaustion dissipated in moments and I felt revitalized.

More than that—I felt invulnerable. At the top of the fucking food chain.

As I continued feeding like a rabid fucking animal, tearing through his flesh in the process and earning more groans and shudders from him, his cock thickened in my hand.

I let loose, dry humping the shit out of it, fucking my dick against his, painfully hard and rough.

I employed my vampire speed and he cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

I shredded his pants with my talons, then grasped his length skin-to-skin.

Yanking my fangs free roughly had him roaring, then coming all over my fingers.

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