Page 173 of Red Ruin
Azrid’s eyes turn black when he grins.
He’s always next on my kill list, but I can’t help grinning back. Flames simmer in my veins.
We both nod.
Touch her and die isn’t enough.
Look at her = die.
Breathe on her = die.
Speak her name = die.
You have one, half-second thought about my girl, and I’ll feed you your own fucking liver—afterI take a slice and curse you to an eternity in my personal hot tub in hell.
Iris.
Is.
Mine.
I want Iris in my nest.
I scowl at the vamp. Clear-headed, I feel way too fucking much of what he feels.
Tomorrow might not come.
Not for me and the bat, at least.
His shadows are more careful with Iris in my arms. I don’t resist their pull. For once, they wink me out standing instead of dumping me on my ass.
I stick a ball of fire to the ceiling. Pink light bathes the cell where I sleep, if I can. My feet crinkle on the fireproof blankets. I carry Iris two steps to the shelf I hollowed out of the rock with my claws.
She makes soft noises when I move. Her deep pussy muscles grip, then relax, grip, then relax, hypnotizing my cock. I can’t help fucking her. Just a little bit. Gripping her ass. Tilting her hips.
I spring-pump my cock and stir her around until her clit kisses my fin.
“Vhex.” Her sleepy moan tastes like syrup.
“Fuck. Rissy. Baby.” Hot, wet, and pulsing, she coats my bony ridge. “Don’t wake up. Let me fuck you to sleep.”
“Mmm.” Iris swings her arms around my neck. Her head droops, and her cool, soft cheek brushes my ear.
Greedy as hell, my silks hug her light.
She feels all sleepy and safe and dreamy.
I keep teasing her clit and gently rocking into her as I introduce her to the pile of bones. “Wife. This is Rhat. Your brother-in-law.”
