Page 20 of Taken By the Vampires
He placed his hand on my shoulder, his thumb playing over the pulse at the base of my neck. His gaze drifted down to that point before dragging back up to my face. I stilled, that heated touch sending spirals of awareness snaking through me.
I may have temporarily forgotten where I was, but I hadn’t forgotten my dream, so fresh in my mind I was sure my body still trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“You were groaning.” His mouth quirked, as though he knew exactly what I dreamed about.
There was no way he could know, but when I looked into his eyes, his pupils were so dilated, most of the green was washed out. If I’d had an orgasm, he looked as though he’d had one too.
His thumb rubbed tiny circles on my skin, so gentle he barely touched me. And yet it was just like he’d stripped us both naked and rubbed his naked skin against mine. I shivered.
“Are you cold, Ella?”
His warm breath washed over my face. I wasn’t cold. I was hot. Melting inside and out. “I…”
“Did you have a nightmare, then?”
Not a dream or a nightmare. The feelings stayed with me like they werememories. As though I’d been bitten by all three at the same time and had climaxed like I’d never done before. “I…”
But how could I explain what I’d actually dreamed. That what I dreamed about was so close to some internal, buried instinct so deep that it turned words to ash on my tongue. A dream? A nightmare?
Or a wish.
A need.
A pulsing desire.
“Let me help you forget about it, then.” Cassius slanted his lips over mine, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth without any hesitation. Without thinking, I responded. My tongue slid against his, dancing and chasing as I sought out the distinct flavor that was his and his alone.
He groaned, the sound melting me, churning me inside and out and igniting a part of me I never knew existed. He threaded his fingers through my hair, locking my head in place while he plundered my mouth.
His other hand skimmed my forearm when I clutched the armrests of the chair, then slid to my waist. He spread his palm, his whole hand covering the width of my stomach. My nipples tightened in awareness of his hand right beneath my breasts.
He deepened the kiss, while my focus was on his mouth and the hand I wanted to fondle me. His thumb brushed the underside of my breast.
I immediately arched my back, stretching myself towards his reach. He didn’t tease, for which I was grateful. His palm closed over my breast, massaging the sensitive tissue and tweaking my nipple with the pad of his thumb.
I couldn’t get enough of his touch, his taste, his tongue and fingers. Heat licked from the inside out. My skin prickled, my clothes itched. I needed him… no, not just him, I wanted…yearned…needed –all three.
I’d had them all in my dream, but they’d also done something else. Right before they’d noticed I was there.
Their teeth. White teeth dripping with blood. Mom. They’d done something to my mother in my dream.
Cassius moved. There was a sting at the side of my mouth. It was enough to shatter the sensuous web that had enveloped me. I flinched, doused in my cold reality. What the hell was I doing?
Cassius noticed because he broke our kiss, drawing away. I knocked his hand from my breast, throwing my head forward and almost ramming him with my forehead as I stood.
Something slipped to the floor with a loud thump. I bent to pick it up, not wanting to look at Cassius, or his dreamy eyes, or swollen, just-kissed lips.
If I saw him like that, I’d want to kiss him all over again and I couldn’t do that. Didn’t understand why I wanted to so fiercely. Didn’t understand why I had no control over this thing that was driving me into their arms so desperately.
I barely focused on the title, “Vampire Blood Curses,” before shoving it onto the coffee table and stepping so quickly away from Cassius I almost tripped over my own feet. He went to steady me with a hand to my elbow and I jerked out of his reach, covering my elbow with my hand, as though to shield myself.
“Cassius, I…” My mouth worked without words as heat crashed over my face. I’d kissed all three of them and I shouldn’t have kissed even one of them. I couldn’t even utter the apology that was on the tip of my tongue.
Because, the thing was, deep down inside, Iwantedto kiss all three of them. I’d kiss them now if they were all in this room. At once, like in my dream. It would be so easy to give in to whatever dark need pulsed through me. Let their tongues, their lips, hands touch me all over. Let their cocks enter my body so that then, and only then, this unquenchable need inside would be eased.
But I didn’t say any of that. I couldn’t give in to any of that because I needed to leave. My mother needed me and with each passing day, it would become more and more urgent. She needed her medication, and to be fed and to be taken care of and if I gave in to these urges, I might just forget about my mother, the farm and my responsibilities.
I just might even forget about myself.
