Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
In a flash I’m on top of him, my fangs buried in the soft flesh of his neck.
His blood trickles onto my tongue—the dark and delicious elixir I now crave more than anything—and down my throat, nourishing me, strengthening me.
Intoxicating me.
But in a totally good way. With Rogan’s blood, the last bit of the drugs Richard gave me float out of my system as the wolf blood cultivates something new and powerful within me.
I suck at his neck, taking more of his potent ambrosia.
And I swear I’m shifting into something. Something more.
My body doesn’t change, of course. Not physically—at least not in a way that can be visually detected.
But I do change. I’m stronger now.
Stronger and—dare I think it?—invincible.
Somehow Rogan and I made it through the demon’s lair without harm. I thought it was all him, but perhaps it was me as well.
Perhaps his blood is more than sustenance.
Perhaps it’s actually—
“Enough!” Rogan roars, dislodging me from his carotid.
I bare my fangs at him, knowing they’re dripping with his blood, and growl.
His eyes heat, and he returns my growl.
He grabs my hips and sets me down on his hard cock.
I ride him, then. I ride him hard, ride him fast. I’m full of strength, of power, of fucking brawn and force. I fuck him and fuck him and fuck him—his blood flowing through me—and I jump into another climax.
Another. Another. Another.
“Do it, princess,” he growls. “Keep fucking me. Keep coming.”
His commanding tone is more a groan than words, but I hear him, feel him, as if he’s inside me, making demands that I’m powerless to disobey.
Only I feel anything but powerless.
Indeed, I’m powerful.
Which means…
Which means I want to obey him. I want to fuck him. I want to be one with him. I want, need, crave his blood.
And together…
Together we’re a force to be reckoned with.
Kaleidoscopic colors burst in front of my mind’s eye as I explode into another unending orgasm.
I arch my back, moaning his name.
And I hear mine, in his husky voice, as if it’s part of the breeze blowing over us.
Hannah. Hannah. Hannah.
We implode together—as one—and when we’re nothing but one quivering mass still joined, I fall against him, lick the tiny rivers of blood from the open wound on his neck.
“Hannah,” he groans.
“Victor,” I reply, also a groan.
“What the hell is happening?”
I don’t answer him. I can’t. But I’ve changed this time. Not morphed, like he does, but something inside me has shifted.
And I can never go back.
We lie there for… I don’t know how long. I still have no idea where we are, how we even got here.
And in this clandestine moment, I don’t even care.
We’re veiled, somehow. Veiled from my father, the vampire king. From my stepfather, the demon king.
From everyone and anyone who seeks to harm us.
But—
I sit up, Rogan’s cock still inside me.
He opens his eyes.
“Where are we, Rogan?”
“I’m not exactly sure,” he says.
“You brought us here,” I tell him. “You must know.”
“I don’t. It may be the ether—a place that occupies the same space as our world but on a different dimensional plane. But I don’t know. It’s a legend, but I never believed it.”
“But how…?”
His green eyes shine with the brilliance of a thousand emeralds. “I wish I could tell you, princess, but the truth is…I don’t have a fucking clue.”
I rise, then, and look around. This place is green. So green, and no buildings are in sight.
A chill skitters along my back. An icy chill, as if shards of glass are spiking into my flesh.
It’s not my father. It’s not my stepfather.
But it’s something, and it’s not good. So much for being veiled.
I turn to Rogan.
“We need to get out of here. Now.”
25
Images begin to appear, as if a hologram is emerging right before our eyes.
The ground is no longer grassy and green but dark and muddy. The blue sky above us is now black and cloudy, with bolts of lightning shooting through it.
And we’re no longer alone.
A crack of thunder crashes through the air. Is it raining? No, not yet.
I gasp as a flaming arrow whizzes by my cheek, missing me by only an inch.
A growl rumbles from Rogan’s chest. “The demons. They’re back.”
“How? We haven’t moved.”
We’re both naked, though my clothes—or what’s left of them—are still on the ground a couple feet away. Rogan has no clothes. He lost them when he shifted, so now what?
Will he change again? Take us through whatever kind of gelatin thing we passed through to get us out of here?
“Rogan, do something!”
“I don’t know what to do, princess. I don’t know what happened.”
Another flaming arrow whizzes by us, this one almost hitting Rogan in the shoulder.
“They’re hiding somewhere.” I cast my gaze around, over both shoulders. Even with my vamp vision, I see no demons.
But those arrows are coming from somewhere.
I sensed something. I knew this was happening. I knew we had to get out of here. But what the hell exactly did I perceive?