Page 122 of The Vampire's Mercy
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
SILVANUS
Honeyed blood ran down my throat, coming with echoes of his song.
Incredible.
Utterly incredible.
I drank deeper, pressing myself against him, my throbbing cock brushing against the rough denim of his jeans.
I had to have him.
No matter what, I had to have him.
The blood and the song conjured a storm in my head, showing me a forest, flying over the world of cities and meadows and moonlight. The place I’d come from, filled with secrets and misery. Far from me. Lost to time and a broken mind.
I drank deeper still, his pulse vibrating against my lips.
I’d kill him if I drank too much. And he would deserve it. He should be a corpse, a curse removed from my life.
Curse. A curse on both of us.
He moaned, his ass grinding against my cock.
Our search for answers had ground to a halt. Nothing happened whenever he sung now. Was it the curse? Was it more? Did I care now he’d killed poor Rylan?
One vampire death was too many, three went beyond that.
The Heart of All ached with loss. Never to be the same again, empty of those three souls. My dear ones, failed by me because of this elf.
Kill him. End it.
I stopped drinking, Paris squirming beneath me.
Kill him and take away the pain.
His magical skills didn’t matter now. None of what he could do was worth him being here. And neither was the incredible honeyed blood awakening every one of my senses, submerging me in radiant yearning.
The feel of his slender hips under my hands didn’t matter. His quickened pulse and breaths didn’t matter. His beauty was irrelevant, my curiosity a foolish mistake. I didn’t need to have him. I didn’t need to feel myself inside him or hear him moan for me or…or…
His cornflower gaze met mine as he angled his head my way. “Do it… Just fucking do it.” He reached down, opening the buttons of his jeans. “Fuck me, Silvanus.”
You can’t…
“Fuck me.”
Honey and delight. His body right there, a forbidden fruit for the taking.
“You need to fuck me,” he rasped, grinding against me, his mouth dripping with my blood. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
No.
Yes.
No.
Honey and flesh.
