“Shut up.” I gaze down at her and brush the hair out of her eyes.
Fuck!
I’m worried about her and I don’t want to be. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. I’m not supposed to care about her. I hate that she’s here. In this house. In this room. In my arms.
A growl rips through my chest that is low and gravelly. My wolf. I feel him. Inside of me, pacing around like a caged animal. My eyes fall back to Everlee in shock. Is it her? Is she doing this to us?
She lets out a meek little cough and rolls onto her side.
I snatch Emmett’s bleeding wrist and hold it over her mouth. “Drink.”
“No.”
“Fucking drink, or I will make you.”
Her eyes set on me full of fire, but it fades quickly. She’s in there, fighting.
“Drink!” I growl again, shifting her in my arms so her head falls back.
She grabs his wrist and holds it to her lips. At first she resists, but like a shot of epinephrine, her eyes shoot open and her fingers clamp tightly around his wrist and she holds him to her, sucking. After a few minutes, her body flushes red, and she moans and wiggles in my lap.
“Everlee, that’s enough.”
She shakes her head and continues to suck.
“Everlee!”
Emmett’s arm that is holding him up goes out. He won’t stop her, even if it kills him. He feels guilty for doing this to her and feels this is what he deserves.
“Fuck! I can’t deal with you two!” I rip Emmett’s arm from her mouth and he scurries away from her and sits in the corner. She looks up at me with blood on her lips and fire in her eyes.
“Holy fuck. What is that?”
“Vampire blood.”
“I feel…” she rubs her hands over her body. “Oh my Goddess, I feel… everything. Every hair that moves with the air and I hear… your heart…” She presses her hand to my chest, “It’s beating so hard. Were you worried about me?”
“No,” I spit out.
“And fuck… I’m horny. Holy shit,” she says, rubbing her hands over her body and then between her legs.
“Should have told her of the side effects,” Emmett mumbles through the bars.
“This is amazing.” Her hand slides up her chest, exposing her breasts, and I feel my cock twitch in my pants.
“Pull your shirt down,” I bark, yanking her hand away.
“That’s not what you want? I feel your hard cock pressed at my ass right now. I want it inside of me. I want you to fuck me. I saw you earlier.”
“It’s nothardfor you.”Yeah, that didn’t sound very convincing.
She looks at Emmett in the cage. “You want to fuck him?”
“It’s not you.”
She smiles knowingly. “I’d love to watch you two. Would you let me?”
Emmett shifts uneasily. I know he’s as hard as I am right now.
