Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I start tearing at his pants and throw him to the floor. He doesn’t seem to mind one little bit.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I suck Gabrio’s neck and ride his naked body on the stone floor, taking pleasure from the heat of his skin, the taste of this blood, and the feel of him inside me. I have no regard for his life. I only care about my own sinful pleasure. If being bitten by a vampire is addictive, this is a thousand times sweeter.
My entire body hums with a deep carnal need, like it was born to experience every sinful delight this man has to offer—food, sex, his sublimely muscular body and thick cock. My senses are on fire. I’ve never experienced anything so all-consuming.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear him speaking, but the sound is overridden by the deep pulse drumming away in his neck, growing faster by the second.
“I’m going to drink you until I come.” Even if it kills him. Don’t care.
“Lake, do not stop. It feels so good.” He grunts with pleasure, and I know it’s because he’s flying high on that cloud of ecstasy only my venom can bring.
I suck harder, his cock sliding in and out, deep inside me. I rock my hips to the rhythm of my mouth as it draws in more of his sweetness.
“Lake. No!” Bard’s deep voice echoes in my ear, and I’m suddenly hit in the face with an ice-cold surge of air.
I remove my fangs from Gabrio’s neck, and a frigid gust pushes into my mouth and down my throat.
“No. Get out,” I grunt, attempting to prevent Bard from going inside me. “I don’t want to be cured! Go away!” It’s no use. I feel Bard’s icy form slide into my chest and stomach. The chill immediately soothes the fire of my thirst.
I am paralyzed as the bloodlust leaves me like a bathtub slowly draining. My energy goes with it, my mind a spinning mess of sensation overload.
Unlike the other two times Bard entered me, this feels different. Like he’s pouring all his energy into me, healing me from an ache I didn’t know I had.
I feel Bard flow through my heart and lungs, burrowing deep into the marrow of my bones. I can smell his scent wafting from my own skin.
“Do not stop,” Gabrio mumbles, still grinding his hips, thrusting into me.
I should stop. I should get up and leave the room, but I can’t move. I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m lost in the No-Man’s Land, somewhere between coming off my high, feeling ashamed for losing control, and the warm pleasure between my legs.
Gabrio thrusts his hard cock up and hits me deep. I throw back my head and breathe into the pleasure. He grips me by the hips and continues pumping into me.
“Bite me again, Lake. More. I want to come inside you while you bite me.”
My fangs begin to ache again with the invitation, but this time I resist.
Bard’s ghostly face hovers in front of me. He’s furious. I can see the brows, the mouth, the deep pits of his eyes filled with rage.
I didn’t even feel him leave my body.
“I said, do not stop! Bite me!” Gabrio turns and throws my body on the floor, pinning my hands over my head. I’m too weak, too disoriented, too lost in the wicked sin of the moment to protest. Bard’s chill has taken my bloodlust but left me in a state so euphoric, I think I’m in shock.
Gabrio drives deep, his handsome face straining with the force of his hips. I know he’s high from what I just did to him. I know I should tell him to stop, but this feels…perfect. The perfect substitute for the bloodlust Bard just robbed from me.
“What did you do to him?” Bard roars and disappears down Gabrio’s mouth.
Gabrio freezes, his eyes locked on mine.
I blink and then gasp. The eyes. They’re blue. Gabrio’s face suddenly looks like Bard—the supple lips and strong jaw, the dark hair and thick beard, the intense sapphire blue eyes.
“Oh my god. It’s you,” I say.
Bard’s expression can only be described as stunned, too—eyes wide, mouth gaping open, brows knitted together.
Suddenly, he lunges with his mouth and presses his lips to mine. He starts fucking me hard, pounding into me with a feverish pace, more intense than Gabrio was doing before.
What the hell? Bard is inside Gabrio? So many dreams and fantasies of Bard and me together crash down. I know this is somehow taboo or wrong, because he’s using his brother’s body, but I don’t care. I want it. I want him. I always have.
I slide my hands around him, feeling his strong back muscles flex as he moves with a jarring thrust and then pulls out again. He repeats the delicious assault with animalistic grunts between kisses.