Page 32 of Blood Moon Heat

His blood and my juices mingled between us. I wanted his hand between my thighs again. I ached for it. I was like some wanton creature when he touched me this way, when he fed me.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said, and a chill slid down my spine.

“Your turn?” I asked breathlessly.

“To feed.”

My pulse sped up, but I wanted it, badly. I tilted my head to the side, exposing my throat without even a second thought. He could have me. “Take it.”

He dipped his head, his lips drifting over my sensitive skin, but he didn’t bite. Instead, his mouth went to my ear. “You’re just going to give in so easily, Lalka? After the way you’ve teased and tormented me?” He made a tutting sound. “I don’t think so.”

I turned back to him. “I don’t understand—”

“Run,” he said, eyes flashing with excitement. “I’ll give you a head start, but if you want your freedom, then you need to fight for it.”

“Wha—”

“Run.”

My heart slammed into the back of my ribs. He was serious. If I wanted any kind of freedom, I’d have to play by his rules. I’d have to play his games, because that’s what this was to him. A game.

I clumsily got off his lap, stumbling back, unsteady after feeding, after Nero touching me in front of a room full of people. He sat unmoving, watching me as I backed up a shaky step.

I licked my lips, and his nostrils flared, then he jerked forward. I shrieked and spun away.

Racing through the main room, I stumbled over my own feet as I headed for the privacy screen in front of the side entrance I’d come through earlier. Shooting a glance over my shoulder, I saw Nero stand, buttoning his jacket as he stepped around the table.

Oh gods.

Rounding the screen, I grabbed the handle and yanked the door open. I exploded into the hall, and not knowing where else to go, kicked off my shoes and ran toward the door that led to his office and the empty club beyond it, where I’d been earlier. I tried to tread as soundlessly as I could as I sprinted up the stairs and into Nero’s office.

Racing through it, I opened the door on the other side, descended the stairs, and burst out into the now dark and empty club. It felt different without the lights or the music. Cold, eerie.

My sight was okay in the dark, but nothing like Nero’s would be. A vampire his age would have no trouble seeing in utter darkness.

Music suddenly blared through the speakers, and I screamed, stumbling back, desperately searching for an escape. The exit was across the dance floor, on the other side of the room, and I sprinted for it while the pounding beat vibrated through my chest and made it impossible to hear, to think clearly.

I reached the main door that led out onto the street and fumbled with the locks, yanking on it, but there was no getting out that way.

Lights started, flashing between bright and dark so fast it distorted the room around me. I panted, my pulse racing so fast I was dizzy.

Groping for the wall, I used it to ground myself. I needed to go back. I needed to get to my room. I was safe in my room.

Something tugged hard at my dress. Nero. I spun around, my arms out. Cool air hit my skin as the fabric was torn open at my back. I screamed, searching, flailing, but he was too fast. Again and again, he rushed past, tearing, pulling, ripping my dress until I stood there in only a bra since my shredded panties were already in his pocket.

I pressed against the wall, tears streaming down my face, shaking, confused, overwhelmed…and wetter than I’d ever been before. Aching more deeply than I ever had. I wanted this to end, for him to stop, yet desperate for him to strike.

Trying to cover myself, I frantically searched the room—

Suddenly, he was in front of me, his fingers tight around my throat. His lips curled up in that imitation of a smile that sent ice through my veins. A moment later, his hand slid up, taking my jaw, and he jerked my head to the side—then he struck.

I screamed—and my inner muscles clamped down, clutching wildly, repeatedly at nothing while his big body pinned my smaller naked one to the wall. His cool lips pressed against my skin while his hot tongue worked my vein, massaging it so I’d bleed faster for him. It felt so incredibly good, and tension swirled low in my belly a second time.

I gripped his arms as he sealed his bite, then he lifted me higher, sliding me up the wall and pinning me there with his body. Yanking down the cups of my bra, he sucked my breast into his mouth, forcing a groan out of me before he struck again, sinking his fangs deep into my flesh, like the female I’d seen tonight. I arched against the wall and came again, flailing, crying out as he sucked and teased and fed.

He hadn’t even touched between my legs, but my thighs were slick, my desire sliding down them. I’d feel shame if it was possible to feel anything other than soul-shattering pleasure.

Sealing that bite as well, he pulled me off the wall. Next thing I knew, I was on a table, and he was sucking and licking my inner thigh. My head spun and I struggled to catch my breath—then his mouth was there, his hands holding me wide, licking and sucking the most private part of me.

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