Or maybe she prefers to be in the dark.
But not with all things.
Her friend is dead. I’ll have to tell her eventually.
Fucking Vittoria.
She knows better than to eat people in our employ.
We take blood from the humans, to control, to feed a little, but Vittoria knows how much to the drop she can take before she kills. She knows where the point of no return is, and she knows where to stop before she turns them into her personal feeding vessel.
What I’m wondering is if Vittoria killed Kayla before she knew she was Elliot’s friend or after.
I’ll tell Monty. Later. When she’s calmer, more used to being a vampire.
Look at Elliot. I’m not as afraid anymore that I may lose her to her vampire side. It’s just been a fucking long time since I’ve hadto deal with a youngling. I’d forgotten just how vicious they could be, how unpredictable.
She makes a small sound, and I run my knuckles over all her exposed flesh. I test the ropes on her.
I don’t mind causing her pain. She’s a vampire; her body is different now on a molecular level. As a human I’d be careful. Because I know the darker cravings in her, I know what she can take, what she wants.
The pain adds, the discomfort heightens, and I slide my fingers beneath the rope at her cunt, pulling it on her clit, and pushing two fingers into her.
As her inner muscles clamp down, I sink my teeth into her breast, sucking hard. She comes instantly, thrashing against the restraints.
I thrust my fingers into her, hooking them, riding her orgasm and manipulating it higher, into more. She’s wet and soft inside, even through the waves of contractions. And I want to bury myself in there with my cock, lose myself, what’s left of my soul, in her.
I want to stamp my ownership on her, deeper than a tattoo. Darker than the remnants of me that run in her blood.
It’s an intimate connection and one that’ll last until one of us dies for good.
I stroke her inside, calming her, readying her for another onslaught. “No matter where you go or how many years pass, you’ll always belong to me.”
She turns toward me then. Even with the blindfold, her eyes burn into me. “And you belong to me, Lucian. We’re both cursed.”
Maybe she’s right.
We are cursed.
But I’m not sure I want it any other way.
Chapter
Eleven
Elliot
Ican’t think. Everything in me is dialed up, higher than the last time he tied me up. It’s like that bite that changed my world changed even more than I knew.
Every touch from him is exquisite torture.
I burn.
And I hunger again, a deep, wild hunger, like the one that took me when I was reborn.
I want to struggle out of the ropes. I want to claw at him, sink in my fangs and drink. Not just blood. But essence.
Some kind of sexual energy that buzzes hot between us.
