Page 146 of Pucking Obsessed

“How is this serving me?” D’Angelo demands, icily. “Or are you serving each other without permission?”

I freeze. “I’m sorry, my king.”

Shay bites his lip. “We were putting on a show for you.”

D’Angelo shakes Shay harshly. “I decide what happens. You’re not in control, thrall. It appears that you need to be more tightly bound to me with my blood.”

Shay’s cheeks flush with desire. “Yes, my king.”

D’Angelo lets go of our hair with a shove.

I shoot Shay an apologetic look. After all, I was the one who started the kissing.

Shay squeezes my hand in a way that lets me know that if I hadn’t, then he would have found a way to brat D’Angelo.

He likes to push his dom because he loves the security of knowing that D’Angelo will always be there to give him a consequence but one that’ll bring only the type ofpleasurepainthat he loves.

D’Angelo snatches up the bottle of red wine, which is marked asBLOOD.

Then he beckons at Shay and me to stand.

My heart is beating fast with the same fearful anticipation that I get during primal play.

D’Angelo is the predator here, and I’m the prey.

I’m not running because I’ve already been hunted.

I stand on shaky legs. Next to me, Shay looks like he’s thrumming with the same raw adrenaline.

But he’s more eager to be caught.

D’Angelo studies me with his icy eyes for a long moment, before he takes a step closer. His hard chest brushes againstmine. My nipples are peaked because of Shay’s ministrations, and his leather costume brushes against them in a way that makes distracting pleasure rush through me.

He’s doing that on purpose.

Then all other thoughts are driven from my mind because he traces over my collar with one finger, then his entire hand, then slowly…achingly slowly…closes his fist.

I don’t dare to move.

With the lightest pressure, D’Angelo lifts me, until I’m pulled onto my tiptoes.

I’m hanging in the hold of a vampire, utterly at his mercy.

Yet his eyes tell me that he’s merciless.

“This is my blood,” D’Angelo declares like this is a real vampire ritual. “You’ll be bonded to me as my beloved pets, forever. Drink and be mine.”

D’Angelo takes a long swig of the wine.

Then he drags me by my throat into a deep, savage kiss. He tastes of the fruity, plum wine. At the same time, he forces thebloodfrom his mouth into mine.

I swallow the rich wine, flushing at the intimacy of being fed the blood like this. D’Angelo breaks the kiss to catch a trail of wine that’s escaped down my lips to my jaw.

When he lets go of my neck, I rock back on my heels, dizzy.

D’Angelo’s hand shoots out.

He seizes Shay more roughly by the neck than he did me. He drags Shay closer, playing over the collar.

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