Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Cassandra scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Don't think so highly of yourself,” she said. “I told you, I could feel your hunger. It was annoying as fuck. That's the only reason why I fed you. You being in pain had nothing to do with it. And the only reason I'm warming up to you is likely a result of the orgasms you delivered so graciously the other night. Bodily reactions. Nothing more.”
I smirked down at her, easily reading the lies in her eyes.
There was more to it than that, but if that's what she needed to tell herself to be comfortable, then so be it. It wasn't like I knew what the fuck was happening between us, but I was over trying to figure it out.
“Speaking of hunger,” she continued when I didn't say anything in response. “It's been five days.” She glanced around the gorgeous, almost secret paradise we’d surrounded ourselves in. “We're all alone. No risk of getting caught.” She lifted her head, exposing her neck to me. “You should feed.”
I growled, my fangs punching out at the mere mention of feeding from her. It was so much easier to ignore when she wasn't bringing it up.
I yanked her against me, instantly bringing our bodies flush in the cool water. “And you wanting to feed me has nothing to do with liking me,” I said, still smirking at her.
Her palms slid over my chest and around my neck, her legs instantly wrapping around my hips as the cool water sloshed between us. I grazed my hands down her body, palming her ass as her thighs clenched around my hips.
“And you rubbing against me like your life depended on it has nothing to do with liking me either, right?”
Her fangs distended, and she grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking hard enough to expose my neck. “I like the way your body makes me feel,” she said. “Plus, I haven't been able to stop thinking about your blood since I got my first taste. Mind if I take another sip?”
My blood spiked at the way she looked, all drenched and wet and hungry…for me.
I lifted her just enough to glide her against my hard cock, teasing her. “Look at those aristocratic manners,” I teased, nodding at her question. “I'll bite if you do,” I said, skimming my lips over the soft patch of flesh on her shoulder.
She struck.
I groaned, the feeling of her fangs sinking into me as equally pleasurable as if she’d grabbed my cock. I thrust against her at the same time I sunk my fangs into her shoulder, her blood spilling into my mouth, laced with desire.
We drank a few mouthfuls before simultaneously breaking apart for air, then our mouths clashed together on pure instinct and I forgot myself entirely.
She kissed me hard and fast, with an edge of desperation that I could feel vibrating her entire body. We were matched in that, my instincts fully taking over as I slid one hand between her thighs, sighing at the contact of her warmth against my fingers.
She whimpered into my mouth as I upped the pace of my hand, using it to bring her to the edge with vampiric speed.
“Talon,” she gasped, her head falling back as I felt her flutter around my fingers. “Gods,” she continued. “How...” She was practically incoherent, and I was drunk on it.
Drunk on her. Her body, her blood.
Bite. Claim. Fuck.
The instincts pulsed beneath my skin, filling every crevice of my soul as I got to work on her.
Gone were the worries of her being a traitor.
Gone was the hatred and disdain I had for the kind of family she came from.
We were now stripped to our baser needs.
Her blood and mine.
Her body and mine.
“Do you want more?” I asked, the only civility left in me knowing I needed her full permission before I unleashed myself on her.
“Yes. Gods, please yes.”
I smirked, pure male pride radiating through me as I quickly rid her of the bikini with a few simple flicks of my fingers on the ties at the side. The thing floated off in the distance, leaving her completely bare and soaking wet as she clung to me.
She made quick work of the swim shorts, using her strength to rip them right off my body, making me chuckle.
“This doesn't mean I like you,” she said, her voice laced with need and agitation, but it sounded like she was trying to convince herself.
“There's my needy little viper,” I said, gripping her ass again and shuddering at how damn good she felt against me.
She was all lithe muscles and smooth skin with simple curves that had me aching to worship every single one of them.
I rocked her heat over my aching cock, making us both groan from the tease. The chemistry and sexual tension had built between us over the weeks we'd been locked together on this mission, and our first feeding hadn't done anything to quell it.