Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 85552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
He can control my body now? Why? How? Is it the blood bond or just what happens when a vampire bites?
A chill ran through me. Trembling, I hugged myself. It was a vain attempt to contain my fear.
That’s too much power over me. I already can’t be too far from him.
Even now, I was only in another room from him, yet this enslaved by a relentless urge for his presence reverberated in my mind.
I wanted him near me.
I wanted him biting me.
I wanted him inside of me.
I’m. . .already addicted. . .
I foolishly thought I could experience him a little and then run off. I thought that I would be safe from that human woman’s fate—half naked, neck bitten up, and on the street, selling her body, her soul for just one more bite.
I was wrong.
I shuddered.
It’s over for me. . .I can’t walk away.
Footsteps sounded behind me. Without turning around, I felt this strong automatic recognition and familiarity flood my veins. I knew without a doubt that the person who walked in was Xander.
Dear, Ambi. I can sense him now. . .without even seeing him.
I focused more on that feeling and realized there was a strange magnetic force making my skin tingle and my chest ache with an inexplicable joy.
We’re both. . .changing?
Stunned, I sat down on the ground in front of the fire, just to calm my thoughts.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Xander appeared at my side and lowered to the floor next to me. “I don’t regret it, especially after seeing you stir on the couch. But I won’t do that again.”
My bottom lip quivered. “Well, if that’s the best apology I’m going to get from you, then I’ll take it.”
“The last time I slept with a domina, it was five years ago. Just in case you were wondering.” He edged closer to me so our legs touched and smoothed against each other.
That contact was everything. Sparks ignited in my head. A euphoric harmony seeped into in my soul and overflowed into my core. It was a heady high of mega proportions and an instant feeling of utter security.
If I didn’t know before, I knew now. I was his in every way.
Does he feel that?
I do.
It scares me.
Me too.
I shivered, but didn’t move away, needing his touch.
I twisted my index finger around my thumb. “How many domina’s have you drank from?”
“Too many to count.”
I raised my eyebrows and turned to him. “Too many to count?”
“So many that I eventually had to stop helping dominas escape. That’s why I was odd when my sister wanted me to help you.” He picked up a log of wood near us and slung it into the fire. “For years I would help dominas get freedom. Once they were safe and far from the Quiet King, they would turn to me, offering their body, blood, and heart. But I never wanted their heart, so I only took their bodies and blood.”
I swallowed. “Did you ever try to do a blood bond with them?”
“Never.” He slipped his hand to my lap and squeezed my thigh. He might as well had played with my pussy. That simple squeeze triggered extreme and intense horniness.
I did my best to focus on the conversation. “Did they know you were a prince? Surely they would have seen your leg markings when you all had sex.”
“No. I took great care to hide my marks. I slept with most of them in the pitch-dark of a tent or hotel room. Others, I didn’t even completely take off my pants for, I just opened them and pulled my cock out to fill them.” His hands rose to my auburn hair, tossing it over my shoulder.
“Then you weren’t forced to bond with them like you were with me,” I concluded.
“No, Camille.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and rested his hand on my hip. “I knew I was going to bond with you when I carried you through the sewer tunnels. That night when you discovered I was a prince, I lied and said we had to force the bond. I pretty much just seized the opportunity.”
“What?”
He kissed my cheek and then leaned away. “Are you mad?”
“I don’t know. I guess in the end it really doesn’t matter, since we’re already bonded, but why did you want to bond with me in the first place? Was it my blood that made you want the bond?”
“I ask myself that every time I go crazy, thinking of you away from me.” He buried his head into my neck and lapped at my skin.
I shuddered, hoping that he would push out his fangs and bite me.
Take my blood.
Not now.
Why not?
I don’t want them to walk in, because once I begin, I won’t be able to stop until I’m coming all over you.
He lifted his head and pierced me with his eyes.