Page 35 of Eternally Yours

“I’m fine. Thank you. Goodnight. Or… Good morning. Whatever. Just leave me alone.”

All I heard were his footsteps as he walked away in silence, leaving me absolutely alone as I’d asked. In some windowless room, in some tucked away cabin, in some wooded area in God Only Knew Where, Vermont. Yet, a part of me—the part I kept trying to suppress, kept trying to pretend didn’t exist—clawed at me from the inside. Wishing he’d opened the door.

Turning on my side and away from the man in the other room, I shut my eyes again and thought of home. Of my life before my last shift at the hospital. Before I took that break. Before I walked to the cafe and walked past that alley. Before I met Nicholas Guerra.

Chapter Twelve

Loren

The castle hall was dimly lit. Dozens of candelabras caked in melted wax sat atop the long, rectangular tables assembled around the perimeter of the room. The room was alive with song and laughter, and I reveled in the mystic beauty of this night as I stepped through the grand entrance of the ballroom.

Dressed in a crimson corseted gown, I ambled through the horde of masked guests gathered on the dance floor. They all seemed to be trying to catch a glimpse of a performance taking place in the center. As I drew closer, my eyes widened. Laying on top of a gilded table was a naked couple. A male was on his knees as a female performed oral sex on him. Both wore masks, both were as alluring as the moon in a clear sky.

Their bodies glimmered under the golden hue cast by the fire blazing behind them in the stone hearth. Bodies carved to perfection, they were the embodiment of a God and Goddess in their rawest form. And the show they put on for their guests was a guide on how to give the best oral ever on the face of this Earth.

I couldn’t peel my eyes off of them. Inching closer to the center of the circle, I gazed at them in awe, watching as the female drew him in and out of her mouth, worshiping him with her tongue. His hand tightly gripping her hair, he wet his lips as his breathing intensified.

My body temperature rose watching his muscled body tremble in ecstasy, the growl that rumbled out of him as she drove him to a climax making sweat bead down my back.

His fangs descended, and he bit into his wrist, bringing the flowing blood to her lips as she sucked on his length. She paused to drink from him, her tongue lapping at the wounds, her mouth staining with his blood before putting his cock back in her mouth.

My knees weakened as the throbbing between my legs grew hotter and the thirst gnawing at my throat became unbearable.

All around me people began to undress, engaging in their own sexual fantasies. Vampires. Humans. It was an orgy of blood and sex, and the energy vibrating in the room made it impossible to ignore the desire burning in my own core. I wanted to undress, my clothes suddenly too heavy and constricting.

I yearned to climb up onto that table and be the one taking his length into my mouth. The one drinking his blood. I moaned, closing my eyes and imagining what it would feel like to have him filling me.

But that’s when I realized I didn’t have to imagine it. Because as I opened my eyes, I realized the woman sucking so hungrily at that cockwasme. And the man threading his fingers through my hair with such ferocity was none other than Nic.

I sprung up in bed drenched in a cold sweat, heart pounding, breath sawing in and out of my chest. Fucking. Hell. I’d had the damn dream again, except this time, it had been a little different.

My body still thrummed with the need to fuck and feed, like some lioness in heat. It’s all I saw in my mind, the images of that dream. The orgy happening around me, but mostly, the exhibitionism of me and Nic in the center of the room. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and the realization of how intensely that dream had turned me on shocked my system.

It had felt so real. I touched my lips, remembering the heat of his…

Shit. Throwing the covers off me, I jumped out of bed and paced, shaking my legs and arms as if that would ebb the throbbing in my veins—and the throbbing between my legs. I needed air. Checking my watch, I noticed it was seven a.m., so going outside was out of the question.

Fuck it. There was no way I could stave off the hunger any longer. For the blood bag, at least.

Ripping the door open, I stalked into the singular living area but was stopped short by the unexpected sight in front of me—Nic stretched out across the couch fast asleep, the blanket half fallen off his body. Without a shirt on, the light of the dying fire touched his broad chest, kissing his pale skin with gold. A tight pair of boxer briefs clung to his strong thighs, hugging his crotch, and not leaving much to the imagination.

My throat tightened with a different kind of craving, and I found it impossible to look away. Not after that dream I’d had.

Wasn’t he supposed to be sleeping in the loft all this time?

Not like that mattered now. My feet were already walking me toward the couch, my skin aflame despite the slight chill in the room.

Forgetting to blink, I was transfixed by the steady motion of his breaths. I gawked at him like some schoolgirl. God, this man was as gorgeous as he was frustrating. And that said a lot.

Watching a vampire sleep felt like an intrusion, as if I shouldn’t be there. But it was entrancing, being that close to an apex predator as he lay there so calm and unthreatening. It was impossible to tear myself away from him.

Before I realized it, I’d been drawn closer, and I found myself kneeling beside the couch, leaning close to his neck. The headiness of his scent made my blood ripple with a magnetic pull toward him, as if our blood called to each other. It was like a siren lulling me closer. Making my heart sing.

Images from the dream flashed in my memory and blood pooled at my core, making my thighs clench in need. Unintentionally, or maybe completely on purpose, my gaze drifted to the conspicuous bulge in his boxers. My mouth went dry. He was so large, and I could only imagine how heavy he would feel in my hands.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked, his voice startling me and making me jump to my feet.

“I… ah… thought you were sleeping. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

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