Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Whoa, Darlin’!” Torin grabbed her and kept her from toppling over.
“Damn it!” Sky swore, putting a hand to her head. “Why am I so weak?”
“I don’t know—possibly because you just lost about half the blood in your body?” Torin said dryly. “Maybe give yourself a little time to heal before you start running any stellar marathons.”
“I don’t want to run a marathon—I just need to get off your lap,” Sky said tightly. “It seems like me biting you must have, er, excited you for some reason,” she said, indicating the way the ridge of his shaft was digging into her ass.
“Am I poking you? Sorry about that—I think you must have injected some essence into me while you were biting me,” Torin said, frowning. “Though I didn’t think Pitch Bloods could do that.”
He shifted her off his lap, but kept her tucked close to his side with one big, muscular arm around her shoulders, supporting her. It made Sky feel small and helpless—feelings she wasn’t used to having and didn’t particularly like.
But it also felt…comfortable. She felt safe and protected and cared for, which were also feelings she wasn’t used to and told herself she shouldn’t like. She wanted to protest or to move away, but she was still too weak.
“Comfortable?” Torin asked, looking down at her.
Sky tried to wiggle but her body was still weak.
“We’re still pretty close. Can’t I sit on my own?”
“You can try,” Torin said doubtfully. He lifted her easily and set her down on the bed a little way from him.
Sky promptly fell over.
“Damn it!” she swore weakly again as the big Kindred gathered her into his arms once more and tucked her against his side.
“Look, Darlin’—are you sure you’ve had enough blood?” he asked, frowning down at her. “I don’t mind if you take more. And no—I’m not just saying that because letting you bite me feels so fucking good. I’m worried about you.”
Sky wanted to insist that she could take care of herself, but that didn’t appear to be true for the moment—which was incredibly frustrating! Almost as frustrating as the feeling that she liked resting against his muscular side and breathing in his warm, spicy scent.
“Fine,” she said shortly, trying to ignore the strange new emotions. “Thank you—I’ll take more blood but from your wrist, please.”
The wrist was less intimate than the neck, she told herself. Less…dangerous somehow.
I don’t know why you’re worried about getting too close to him, whispered a sarcastic little voice in her head. When he had his tongue buried in your pussy not that long ago.
The memory of the giant Kindred kneeling before her and lapping her to orgasm sent a shiver of pure lust through her—Sky couldn’t help it. She tried to push the image—and the sensations of his hot mouth lapping and sucking her—out of her head.
“The wrist it is. Here we go, Darlin’.” Torin looped one muscular arm around her shoulders and turned his enormous hand over, presenting her with the underside of his wrist.
The bracelet of veins under his skin was appealing but Sky couldn’t help thinking longingly of how wonderful it was to drink from his neck. His warm, spicy scent was so strong there—it made her want to do more than drink from him.
Which is exactly why you should only be drinking from his wrist! lectured the little voice in her head.
Sky took a firm grip on the big Kindred’s arm and sank her fangs into the biggest vein. He stiffened for a moment and then shifted on the bed beside her, a low sound somewhere between a growl and a groan leaving his lips.
Was this turning him on, Sky wondered? She would have stopped and asked, but the taste of his blood pouring into her mouth was too delicious. Hot and thick and salty-sweet—she didn’t know how she’d ever go back to Serpentine blood after this. It tasted like bitter, oily water compared with Torin’s blood.
You’ll go back because you have to go back—because there’s no choice, she told herself sternly. It’s not like you can give up your whole life and go off with some male just because his blood tastes good!
Not that Torin had offered to take her anywhere with him—though she did have the vague memory of him roaring, “She’s MINE!” at the enormous Trollox…
It also didn’t turn her on to drink from a Serpentine male, she thought, her mind drifting back to the delicious blood filling her mouth. But it seemed the more she took from the giant Kindred, the hotter she got. Her nipples felt incredibly sensitive and her pussy was hot and wet and ready, making her think again of how he’d licked her there…
Mother of Serpents, this is wrong! Why can’t I get him out of my head? she asked herself, shifting uncomfortably against the big Kindred’s side. From the corner of her eye, she could see she wasn’t the only one who was aroused. Though Torin wasn’t saying anything suggestive, the bulge in the crotch of his trousers told her everything she needed to know—that and the way his scent got even hotter when she bit him and drank from him as she was now…