Page 13 of Eternally Theirs

Ever,” she purred. “Do you have an appointment elsewhere?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. Another time, perhaps? I’m certain we can find some entertainment for you downstairs.”

“Yes, I have no doubt. Or perhaps right here.” She gave him a small smile then slipped away to take Dane’s arm in hers as they walked from the room.

He was nearly breathless waiting for them all to go. His need was driving him too hard, and he didn’t like that he had so little control over it. It had been years since his desires were stronger than he was. But he didn’t want to think of it like that now. He didn’t want to think of anything but Mercy and Deo.

Another flash of Deo’s hands on her flesh. Hands so strong and beautiful, his golden skin against her paler flesh.

Yes. Must have them…

But he couldn’t think of it just yet. No, now he would do what he needed to in order to see that his esteemed guests, these leaders of the vampires from every corner of Europe, were comfortable. He’d see them settled in their rooms, or in the dungeons, make sure they had plenty of partners to choose from. Blood. Wine. Whatever they wanted. That would keep him distracted for a little while, keep his mind off the lovely, sweet Mercy, the equally sweet and stunning Deo, their air of vigor and innocence that drew him like some sort of magnetic current he could barely comprehend, that he couldn’t resist.

Yes, today he would play host, do what was expected of him. But tonight, he would go to them and taste for himself the succulent fruit of their innocence and youth.

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