“So why haven’t you?” I grit out behind barred teeth.
Skar’s soulless eyes flare with life, and I know I’m finished.They saved me,I think.We survived Trithea. The exasperation at losing Palacia is at a fever pitch.There are things I need todo, yet I feel helpless to do anything until I get this aggression out.
Yes, sometimes action is certainly the answer when words fail.
My body grows heated the longer he holds my fist against his chest. His fingers caress my knuckles, and his nostrils flare as he sniffs me and surely scents my abrupt arousal. There’s no hiding it against these bloodsuckers, as much as I feel my body is betraying me in the moment.
“Why haven’t I disciplined you yet?” Skar echoes, tapping his chin in thought. “That’s a good question.”
He yanks me against him with a swift tug on my wrist that has me gasping breathlessly., my stomach launching to my throat. My breasts shove against his chest, hard nipples grinding for friction. He stares down his nose at me like I’m a meal. Licks his plump lower lip, showing a glint of fangs just behind them.
“Do it, you rotten animal,” I say in a throaty tone.
Skartovius takes me at my bratty word. He sees the challenge in my eyes, and it dawns on me: We both want the same thing, for different reasons. I want these men wrapped around me to celebrate our victories and to relieve my frustrations. Skar wants me as delicious punishment for running away from them again, the possessive, protective bastard.
He bares his fangs, dips his head with a tilt of his chin, and bites just above my collar in one fluid motion, before I can react.
“Master!” Garro gasps, bolting to his feet from the table.
I hear Vallan push away from the wall behind me as my blood spills into Skar’s mouth, filling the room with an aroma that is so enticing to these men. Themostenticing.
As the soft sounds of his sucking filters into my ears, the thrum of desire pulses through my body, starting at the base of my belly. A pool of heat and wetness builds between my legs at an alarming rate—always the way it is when a vampire is feasting on me. And with Skartovius Ashfen, the effect is double because of my obvious attraction and perverse need to prove myself to him.
Before long, I’m holding back a moan, panting shallowly. My groan at the initial pain turns into intense pleasure at the apex of my thighs. It takes everything not to slide my hands down to rub my wet pussy into oblivion.
Seconds pass with silent feeding. The vacuum of his suctioned lips are too much to take, and I try to sneak my hand down—
But he catches my wrist, finally pulling back from my neck with a glint in his eyes and my blood trickling down his chin. “No, temptress. That’sourjob.”
Locking gazes with him breaks the trance, and I backpedal instinctively—
Directly into Vallan’s oak tree chest.
I’m suddenly surrounded by tall, hungry vampires, closed in at the front and back. I’m stuffy, claustrophobic, unreasonably lustful.
“Good,” I say, trying to act defiant in the face of pure malice and wickedness staring down at me. “Then we both have our reasons. As long as it gets done.”
Chapter 30
Sephania
Skar knows exactly what I’m talking about. A bloody smile slashes across his alabaster face, licking the last of my red essence from his lips in an impossibly erotic way. “Yes, we both have our reasons, my needy little brat. And rest assured it willget done, until you can’t walk out of this room or think straight.”
Vallan lightly pushes me forward without a word, forcing me to stumble directly into Skar’s arms. The next moments happen so fast, my head spins at the efficiency and ruthlessness of it all.
Skar catches me and steps aside, using my forward momentum to bend me over the table directly past him.
I let out an “Oof” as I land on my tits and belly, face-down when his hand plants on the small of my back to keep me bent. My head flips sideways and I let out a frustrated huff as he hooks his fingers into my pants and peels them down to my knees before I can react.
Baring my large pale ass, Skar lets out a hum of approval and spanks me hard, eliciting a sharp yelp from the suddenness of it. He spreads me down the middle and smiles in adoration at the sight of my leaking cunt and puckered asshole. “A perfect sight after a grisly night, wouldn’t you say?”
I glance over my shoulder but I’m confused when he’s nowhere to be seen—
Only for the warm wetness of his tongue to press against my pussy as he shoves his face between my ass. He’s on his knees,hands curving around my hefty thighs, and this time I can’t hold my moan back.
The wicked pleasure of it draws a whimper from deep in my throat. I put my forehead against the cold wood of the tabletop to give me some contrast to the maddening heat building with every lick and lave from his expert tongue.
“Fuck,” I breathe. Reaching back, I grab my ass and spread myself further, so his tongue can probe deeper inside me. His nose nudges my asshole and I suck in a deep breath, my body tightening reflexively.
