Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“You’re the only god I worship.” He wraps his hand around my nape and pulls my mouth to his. His other hand goes to my ass, feeling each pulse as I rock against him. When he slides it lower, toying with my asshole, I jolt.
He laughs low and sexy against my lips. “I’ll have you here, my Blood. Soon.” He presses his fingertip inside, and I lose it at the overwhelming pleasure. I bear down, filled with his cock, my clit rubbing perfectly against him as he strokes and invades.
My hips move faster, my orgasm rushing through me as he plunges his finger deeper. He pulls my hair, arching me as I come, his mouth going to my breast, that sweet sting erupting again as he bites my nipple. I’m shuddering, moaning, lost in the carnal act, lost in him. It’s almost too big, too much—an entire world of desire and longing that exists only here, only between us.
He roars against my skin, his fangs embedded as his cock grows harder, his body like stone beneath me as he comes. I feel his hot spurts, the tension rolling through him as he gives me everything. I take it, just the thought of his come inside me sending another wave of heat cascading along my skin, my pussy contracting around him, the pleasure teasing and growing until I’m lost again.
My mind seems to fold in on itself, then bursts outward in a million sparks. Everything is alive. Everything pounds and rattles and screams to the sky. Or perhaps it’s just me, just my scream as I come so hard I feel like I might pass out.
Slowly, he lowers me to his chest, his hands roving my back, his lips against my forehead. He whispers something in the language I don’t understand, his words lost to me, but his meaning clear. It feels almost holy, the way he speaks to me. Almost like worship.
“What are you saying?” I murmur.
“You are not ready to hear it in your tongue.” He kisses my hair. “But one day, I will tell you.”
“How do you know I’m not ready?” I ask, my eyes closed, my body sated.
“My blood knows, as does yours.” He swipes his finger along the bite at my throat, then lifts me just enough to do the same to the bites at my breasts, his touch raising goosebumps along my skin.
“Healing?” I ask.
“My blood is yours,” he says. “Eternally.”
“Spoken like a truly ancient creep.”
His chest shakes with a stifled laugh as he wraps his arms around me. “Sleep now, my Blood. I will keep you safe.” Then he speaks quietly in the foreign language again, his voice soothing, his body warm.
In his arms. Safe.
27
I’m up early the next morning, my body achy from the night before, but my mind clear. Valen was long gone when I woke up, but I expected no different. He doesn’t keep human hours. In fact, he doesn’t keep vampire hours either.
My day is already laid out for me when it comes to my lab mates. They have to leave before the Saints show up, and I have to break the news to them today. Our time here is done. Major Barker’s soldiers may already be downstairs awaiting orders on what to take and how.
I have to stick to my decision to stay no matter what they say. If I leave with them, I’m only putting them in more danger. Gregor is going to come for me when the hourglass runs out.
Bypassing the regular lab, I enter the HCL and suit up. As I suspected, Wyatt hasn’t been back in since yesterday—his time better spent with Aang—so my blood is still waiting for analysis. I toss the spoiled sample that he’d been working with, then grab a fresh vial from the refrigerator. I also sneak the vial of the possibly-lethal compound back into the fridge. I don’t know if I’m going to regret keeping it instead of sharing it with Gage, but I went with my gut. If only I could trust it.
Focusing on the new blood sample, I go through all the protocols, taking readings, running data, separating the cells in the centrifuge. Time ticks by as I do a full workup, analyzing everything I possibly can. This is my last chance, the only time I’ll be able to take a look at it. Once Major Barker arrives, his men will begin packing everything up for the trip. Then it will be up to the others. My faith in them is as strong as it’s ever been, but my curiosity has never been leashed. I have to investigate while I still can.
Sitting back, I wait for the centrifuge to finish. My thoughts fly up a few floors to Aang’s room. I hope Wyatt got through to him. Then my thoughts stray even farther. All the way to Valen. We’re tangled together. No matter how much I’ve tried to avoid and deny it, I have to stop pretending I’m not drawn to him. But he can’t protect me from his father. Would he even try? It’s his job to do Gregor’s bidding. What if Gregor orders him to kill me?