Page 15 of Claimed By Blood

Hmm… when she puts it like that, it does sound kinky. Cameras won’t stop me, though. If someone else sees me fucking her, hears her screaming my name… well, they’ll know who she belongs to.

Evie has no idea the possessive tangent my thoughts have taken. No, she’s gone back to staring at the screen, ignoring me once again. That simply won’t do.

“What are you doing?”

She rolls her eyes, hugging her tablet closer. “Educating myself. Now be silent or go away. You were never this verbose before.”

I snort. “So, you’re already disobeying? I thought I was supposed to be on a short leash?”

She doesn’t dignify that with a response. If her plan is to follow Cain’s orders by ignoring me, it won’t work. I can be patient when I want something—it’s why I haven’t rushed the throne room and tried to put a silver stake into Callista’s heart—and I definitely want Evie.

CHAPTERFIVE

EVELYN

Draven is driving meinsane.

It’s been exactly four hours and twenty-six minutes since I returned from my stroll with Immy. He’s spent all of them staring at me.

It’s the most infuriating thing. He doesn’t move. It’s like having an undead statue in the corner of the room.

The second the sun begins to rise, that stare turns molten.

He’s still young—in vampire terms—and I can see the instant his biology starts to make itself known. What surprises me is that it takes so long. It’s almost an hour after dawn when his laser-like stare loses a fraction of its intensity and his shoulders start to slump.

I’m older. The sun can’t force me to sleep.

But when he starts taking his clothes off, I quickly lose my feeling of smug superiority.

“You can’t tell me you make a habit of sleeping naked,” I hiss, as he removes the last pieces of his underwear and strolls, shameless, towards the bathroom.

“Why not?” he calls. “Surely you don’t have any objections. It’s just skin after all.”

I hiss under my breath and slam my tablet down. I’ve spent the last few hours trying to figure out a way to contact Finn, but it looks like whatever software he’s put on my tablet only works whenheactivates it.

It’s probably for the best. Draven could easily have caught me out if he’d seen.

I stride into the walk-in closet and pick the most concealing nightwear I can find. A fluffy, fleecy set of stripy pyjamas which cover me from my neck to my ankles.

It takes all of my willpower to ignore him, spread out across the entire bed, as I head for the fridge.

Only to find it empty.

Damn him. He drank all of our blood?

Before I can close the door, he’s behind me, mouth at my throat. “If you want to drink, you drink from me. I’m your thrall, remember?”

Each word is accompanied by his warm breath whispering over my skin. I automatically tilt my head to one side, giving him better access, before I realise what I’ve done and step away.

If I drink from him, I’ll end up fucking him. The venom will slip into his body, I’ll lose control of the situation, and it will happen. Our thrall bond is so close to being complete, that sex might just drive us over the edge, and that would give Cain another spy on my emotions—one I’d have no defence against.

“Fine.” I shove past him and head for my side of the bed. “I’ll starve.”

“So much hatred when I’ve done absolutely nothing to earn it.”

I glance back, but the cold dare in his eyes makes me stumble. He catches me before I can right myself and pulls me so I’m pressed against his bare chest.

“Tell me, doll. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

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