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My taunt hit him right where I wanted it to, like a dart to his big, ballooned ego. He snarled, one hand flying to grip my throat while his other shoved down his jeans and boxers, unleashing his cock.

Fuck.

Me.

It wasn’t as long as Sterling’s or as girthy as Eros’, but it was still sizable and its real triumph was the way it was wrapped up in dark veins like the ones that ran through his arms.

Heart racing, I gave a thick swallow as his fingers tightened around my windpipe, restricting my air only slightly. His control was frightening. He squeezed just enough to make it pleasurable. “Watch your mouth, Princess. Or I’ll fuck that too.”

“At the same time?” I teased.

“While I do have a secondary form, unfortunately for you, it doesn’t come with two dicks.”

A secondary form, huh? That was interesting, but now wasn’t the time to sort out the mystery of Feral’s species. Besides, he’d be spilling the beans after we had our fun.

I looked up at him with hooded eyes and donned a wry smile. “Who needs you to grow a second dick when we can just ask one of your brothers to come in here so you two can double team me.”

I thought Feral might be turned off by the suggestion, but his fingers twitched around my throat, and his cock jumped a little in excitement.

A nasty sneer twisted his chiseled features. “You’re lucky I already instructed the Sharpes to implant the IUD, else I might be compelled to breed you right here and now with a mouth like that.”

“Wait—what?” Instantly, whatever pleasure and excitement that had been coursing through my veins was replaced with lava-hot rage.

“We couldn’t wait for you to wake up, Ruby. It was the only way to get your body to stop producing pheromones, and it was driving every male in the house up the wall. I didn’t trust anyone not to touch you while you were being monitored for blood poisoning. It was to protect you.”

His excuses fell into the background like TV static. I wasn’t listening to him anymore.

He had no right to make that kind of call without asking me. I was so angry, it filled me until I couldn’t feel anything but rage.

Something inside mesnapped.

Chapter sixty-three

Midnight Snack

Slammingmyfootrightinto Vincent’s sternum, he stumbled back a few feet before regaining his balance. Surprised by my sudden show of strength, a look of shock flashed over his face before his dark glower locked back into place. He hurriedly stuffed himself back into his jeans, fangs bared at me. “What the hell is your problem?”

“Myproblem?”I seethed, my tone mocking and doused in venom. I lurched up from the throne, regaining a somewhat more dignified position. “Youare my whole problem. I don’t give two shits if I was giving every male in the coven—or the whole damn cape for that matter—a hard-on. That doesn’t give you the right to make medical decisions for me.”

The vampire’s eyes narrowed into cold, red slivers. All the warmth between us, any shred of trust,anythinggood at all that we managed to build in the last hour was completely crushed by the weight of the same old shit.

Vincent’s lip curled, regarding me like I was worth nothing more than any of the other blood whores stupid enough to fall willingly into his embrace. “Oh,please. You’re acting like I had you sterilized. It’s fucking birth control, Ruby. Don’t tell me that you wanted to stay unprotected, stinking like a bitch in heat. What would have happened once you were knocked up? The new king would be selected not by merit but by the time spent between your thighs! That’s no way to elect our people’s ruler. This is exactly why the Elders shouldn’t have placed this responsibility on the shoulders of a naïve half-bloodbitch.”

His words cut deeper than they should have. I expected the brutal prince would turn up again sometime, that the tender moment shared between us couldn’t last forever. I knew his walls, complete with the barbed wire, had to come back up eventually. Even though I’d been anticipating this, it hurt more than it had any right to.

Hot, angry tears pricked my eyes, and I did my damndest to hold them back. I wouldnot cryin front of Vincent. He didn’t deserve any more of my vulnerability. “Of course, I wanted birth control. I’m not ready for kids. But that doesn’t mean that you get to make decisions for me, asshole!”

Feral’s gaze hardened to stone and shifted toward the window, refusing to look at me. “I do when you’re too unconscious to make them yourself.”

“You know what I think the problem is? You’re pissed I slept with Eros. It’s not that you hate sharing me.”

When Corry had flirted with me that first night, and when he’d fingered and fed from me on the second, Vincent had only been irritated by the fact that the youngblood wasn’t more careful with me. And he almost seemed happy when I told him I was in love with Sterling. It’s not that he couldn’t share. He seemed mostly fine with me being involved with Sterling and Corry.

“You just don’t want to share me with Eros. You had Sharpe insert the IUD because you don’t want him knocking me up.”

“Yeah, it must come as a real shocker that I don’t want the man who murdered my father in cold blood impregnatingmymate.”

“How many bloody times do I have to tell you?” I marched in front of Vincent, putting myself between him and the window, so he was forced to look at me. I didn’t care that I was still naked. In a weird way, it made me feel powerful, especially when Feral looked me dead in the eye, refusing to look anywhere else. If I wasn’t mistaken, I could detect the hint of admiration banked in his burning red glare. As if he was proud that I wasn’t cowering, that I didn’t let the fact that I was naked deter me from holding my ground.

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