Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
I feel a bit of my brother’s desperate need to dominate as I tug Bron’s hair to one side, exposing her neck.
“It’s a way to make the bite painless.” Lach sits back on his heels, watching us. He has his hand on his cock, caressing it. I know exactly what he’s doing. The mating fever is strong, probably stronger in Lach than in myself. If he doesn’t keep his cock engaged, he’ll fall on Bronwyn with no thought but to pound himself into her, to imprint on her.
We need to take it slow.
But she’s ready for this. I run my nose along her neck. I saw this act performed before. Cousin Julian forced me to watch it, to learn how it’s done. I remember how frustrated Julian was that Lach and I wouldn’t feed, but now it’s all worth it. My first blood will be her blood.
Bron’s eyes are caught in mine. I feel like I can see all the way down to her beautiful, innocent soul. She’s so lovely in her natural form. I wondered if she was like Lach, projecting a perfect image of herself, and it had been true. She’s thinner in her real form, a bit more careworn, but still so perfect she makes my heart stop. We will take better care of her. We’ll feed her and coddle her until her curves fill out and her eyes dance with mirth as they did when she ran through our dreams as a child.
“This feels so good,” she murmurs.
The vampire connection of predator to beloved and honored prey is working in a way I didn’t expect. The drug isn’t as strong as this power, made even stronger through the shared connection of my brother. I draw her in, away from the pain, away from the fear, into a place that is just for the three of us.
My fangs are so big, I can barely talk through them. Like my cock, they’re long and hard for my mate. And like my cock, they demand to have their way. “This, love, is going to feel even better.”
I draw her close, loving the way those nipples poke at my chest, brushing my own. I enjoyed tugging on them and can’t wait for the day when we will take her and have her nipples pierced, adorning our sweet submissive as she should be.
Running on pure instinct, I draw back. I know exactly where to bite. The long, thick vein in her neck practically pounds, calling out to me to open it and drink my fill.
“Take her, brother.” Lach’s hand is on her back as though he can’t stand not touching her. “Bring her closer to us.”
“I love you, a stoirin.” It’s nothing less than the truth. I rear back and my fangs sink into her soft flesh.
I take my first drag and finally understand why vampires jealously guard this tradition. It’s a secret thing, somewhat shameful in the modern vampire world, but I never experienced an intimacy like it.
The blood flows into my mouth, coating my tongue. It’s the richest taste. No food, no wine, no drink at all can ever compare to the way she tastes. Like the deepest flavor, the most forbidden.
I feel her sigh and relax in my arms, her heart a clear beat in my head. I know everything about her body in that instant. I know her heartbeat rises with each deep drag. Her pussy, already soft from Lach’s lavish affection, throbs in time to her heart, her clit pulsing. Her head is foggy with desire, her thoughts of us covered in a lacy haze.
I catch small visions of her life, but mostly I feel her joy at being there with us. Her Dark Ones. Her One and her Two. Her Lachlan and her Shim.
So much running. So much hiding. So much of the before was burned away by that one moment when the knife cut through her belly and ended her life.
She doesn’t know. She doesn’t remember a thing about what happened. She doesn’t recall how I reached across the planes and poured my fire into her.
Gods, she doesn’t think I’m real at all.
Bronwyn gasps and grips my body, holding me as she quakes. The pleasure is so new to her, and she holds fast to it like a drunk with the first taste of liquor. Bron doesn’t have a single shield. She transmits her pleasure to me, the feeling going straight to my cock. Her womb shakes and quakes, sending pleasure coursing through her body and into mine.
My cock is gripped with her heat though she doesn’t lay a hand on it. Spasms run through my belly and shake up my spine. I pull my fangs out of her neck as the orgasm crashes into me. My cock pulses out waves of cum, coating her belly as I thrust helplessly against her.