Page 145 of Even Robots Die
“What do you mean?” he asks, his whole body still.
“Bite me,” I say. “Brice, I saw the look in your eyes when we were in my workshop. You crave the bite as much as I loved it. I know you won’t lose control. I know you. I trust you.”
He seems torn for a few seconds and then he nods.
“I was already committed anyway,” he says with an amused sigh, and when he sees my questioning look he adds, “Drinking blood is taboo because some tried to sample everyone. That’s what makes bats go mad. The multitude. Drinking from just one person doesn’t do that. It can even be very intimate.”
I don’t doubt that with the way it made me feel a few days ago in my workshop.
“Have you ever drunk from anyone else?” I ask.
“Your two little drops of blood were my first ever,” he says with a soft smile.
“Then bite me,” I say again as I tip my hips so they roll with him inside of me.
He groans and moves us so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard without making me stop riding his cock.
It changes the angle of his cock inside of me slightly and I moan in pleasure as I move my hair to the side so that the left side of my throat is bare to him.
“You’re really going to be the death of me,” he says as his left hand comes to the back of my neck and his right one to my hip.
I think I’m ready for what’s to come until his fangs break my skin and pleasure courses through my body.
I was not ready.
Not at all.
My body is burning, and I think I lose touch with reality when Brice releases my neck and takes my hips with both hands and relentlessly piston inside of me.
I’m a mess of sensation and pleasure and one after the other, Brice triggers orgasms that I don't even have the time to feel coming.
After a while, it feels like it’s just an endless orgasm that leaves me out of breath and with my heart beating as if it’s trying to escape my rib cage.
And maybe it’s a bit true, because the man in front of me owns it, and I trust him to take care of it.
My Big Bad Bat.
The End.
First Epilogue
Six years later
This is an extended epilogue from Elhyor and Angélique's POV.
If you haven't read Even Angels Fall, I'd recommend you skip this epilogue and go directly to the next one.
Elhyor
Angélique is still training with the warriors this morning. There is no reason for it, but it’s like it’s ingrained in her genetics now.
She’s taken to training them instead of just joining them, though.
She hasn’t forgotten the months we spent fighting her father’s men, even if he’s long gone now. It was hard and painful, and we suffered so many losses that we all prefer not to think too much about those dark times. We can’t forget, though.
But she can’t stop herself and I can’t stop watching her.
Her hair is long now—reaching the middle of her back—and it flies with her as she fights Luc in the middle of the training grounds. It’s more like a dance, though, and I’m not the only one being mesmerized by the way she moves.
