Page 227 of Disillusioned
Mine, it growled. And she heard it, too.
Distrust flashed in those sparkling, bitter eyes—but it wasn’t stronger than the want that lingered at the upturned corners of her mouth.
She was going to be the end of him. The end of the world.
He dug his nails into her plump hips, dragging her to the edge of the bed. When Lilac instinctively tried to cover herself, he snaked his fingers beneath her undergarments and pulled them off, dropped to his knees, and bit her inner thigh.
Her body went rigid, but not in protest. Of course not.
Your blood is mine,his hunger rejoiced.
Lilac whimpered as he pulled from her, swallowing thickly and digging her heels into the mattress. Hit after hit, her blood sang to him. He nearly sheathed his fingers in her, but stopped himself in time.
Talons, he’d have to remember. He had not turned back into the man he at least thought he’d resembled—yet, the queen at least appeared unrepulsed by it.
She was holding her breath, resisting him and the orgasm that threatened to break her yet again.Gods, he didn’t even need to touch her or be pumping inside her to drive her over the edge. His hand slipped up to wrap around herleft breast, tenderly cupping and squeezing, thumbing her nipple before he withdrew his fangs, tongued the messy crescent he’d left and felt her flushed skin smooth over.
Lilac’s chest shuddered before she let out an involuntary gasp that made his entire body coil with pleasure. Garin pulled back and shifted her legs to rest over his shoulder.
Your pussy is mine.She writhed before him, her mind registering the words.
Then, he parted her. He sucked her clit lightly into his mouth and moaned against her; he’d tasted her blood and arousal together at The Fool's Folly, butthiswas a delight. A forbidden treat. His.
Lilac’s hands rose. If she pushed him off, if she asked him—hells, even if her heart began to thrum in all the wrong ways—he’d promptly step away. He’d resist, chain himself if he had to.
But then her nails raked into his shirt, gripping him closer as she began to pant. She wasenjoyingit.
This was terrible. This was dangerous. Warning and his distant logic-turned-panic began to war with his instinct. Lilac was his thrall. In a traditional vampire court, it was her call to feed him, pleasure him, but it was he who needed to protect her.
She was… She was someone else’s wife, for fuck’s sake.
He should?—
Lilac’s entire body gave a violent shudder, and she finally jerked away from him, unhooking her legs and pushing herself up.There.She was done—maybe self-preservation had actually clicked, albeit weeks belated, for her. Lilac would fight him, and that would bring him back to center.
Instead, she wrapped her hands tighter into his hair and tugged him up. She rose at the elbows and kissed him over his pursed lips—his ruddy mouth dripping with her bleed and come—pressing herselfintohim with such force, he pulled back to look down at her.
Your lips are mine.He couldn’t help himself. The thought came, unwarranted and irreverent.
Her eyes blackened at the scrape of his insidious thoughts against the threshold of her mind. What was this creature that wanted himbackin such violence?
“Are you certain?” Garin said hoarsely, rising over her.
Lilac brought her lips back to his. “Never more.”
Her leg shifted, brushing against his inner thigh, sweeping across Garin’s groin as she cupped his face. He smoldered at her touch?—
Then, he was airborne.
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The moment Garin landed on his back on the center of the bed, she tossed the chains at his head—one by one. They each snapped to their respective bedposts, his wrists secured in place.
He blinked, glanced at both his extended arms, and began to laugh. His deep, arousing chuckle tapered off when she leaned over him and fingered the drawstrings at the top of his trousers. Lilac kissed him deeply; he seemed reluctant to let her into his mouth at first, as if worried she’d forget to be gentle around his fangs.
Garin was exactly right; she sliced her tongue on his razor-sharp front teeth, gasping at the sharp pain… but it quickly dissipated. His tongue, sweeping over hers, healed the gashes instantly. This seemed to rouse the monster in him; Garin’s voice rumbled, a heavy vibration at the back of her skull.
Bleed for me,he begged, voice tight.Just a little. I’ll make it worth your while. There’s no song sweeter than the way your heart races for me.
