Page 42 of The Vampire's Mercy

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Done with the shower, I called to Elio, our connection an electric caress across my skin. I shivered pleasantly, his fervent response sending a thrilling tremor to my cock.

Paris Raine…

Paris Raine, here in this room, lifting the crop top over his head and?—

A knock sounded on my door.

“Come in,” I called, grateful for the end to the lewd elf thoughts.

Curse him.

Curse him to death.

Elio entered, wearing his white lace shirt, green leather pants, and emerald choker at his slender neck. The jewel complimented wonderfully with his light tawny skin.

“Majesty.” He bowed, carrying an ornate glass bottle filled with blood in one hand, a jeweled goblet in the other.

“Good thrall,” I said.

His glossy chestnut curls were swept into a ponytail, a few errant strands falling across his face. A line of emerald studs glittered in both of his pointy ears.

My cock hardened further. “Come here.” I beckoned with a finger.

He came closer, offering me the bottle. “For your bloodthirst, my king.”

I stroked the side of his face with the back of my hand. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Majesty.” His hazel eyes sparkled with desire.

I took the bottle from him, popping the wax top. The warmth of the blood reached my fingers through the glass, its iron aroma enveloping me.

Elio looked up, smiling sweetly. “I wasn’t sure you’d call on me tonight.”

I poured blood into the glass. “I’ve missed you.”

Paris Raine…

“Oh, Majesty.”

The sensation from the first sip of blood was unmatched. That initial burst of sweetness on the tongue, the gentle heat filling the mouth. My goodness, the way it slid down the throat, spreading warmth throughout my body was nothing short of invigorating.

Elio removed his shirt. “Tell me what you want.”

I drained the glass before speaking. “Your special kiss.”

He admired my nakedness, then dropped to his knees, taking me into his mouth.

Tilting my head back, I stretched my arms out to the sides as he took care of my desire.

Paris Raine….

Paris Raine…

My head is filled with Paris Raine…

Silver hair. Blue eyes.

Murder…

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