Page 34 of Revenant

“Just a drop,” I mumble to myself, breathless and out of time.

“It’ll get easier,” he promises, but something tells me it’s going to do the exact opposite. He wraps his lips around my tip, sucking hard, causing my back to bow off the wall. I tear the tube from the bag, pushing the opening against my mouth. At the same time the first drop of her scarlet delicacy hits my tongue, Bastian takes my entire length into his mouth. We both moan in unison.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted, like nothing I’ve ever felt. Euphoric and animalistic, like everything about my existence finally makes sense. I rip the bag from my face, holding it upright to ensure not a single fucking drop falls. “Fuck, Bas. That’s it.” He moves faster, cupping my balls in tandem with his upstroke. Suddenly he releases me, leaving my cock glistening with him.

His eyes are blood shot, his fangs elongated past his bottom lip. I’m impressed he didn’t puncture me. “I need it.” Bas moans, like an addict tempted with drugs; he’s practically foaming, barely able to keep his eyes off her blood.

“With pleasure.” I’ve never meant two words more. Carefully I bring the bag down to his level, tilting it just so, letting the crimson river bleed onto my aching cock. Bastian rubs it up and down my length, licking his lips like I’m a five-course meal. I don’t wait for him, I plunge myself deep into his throat in one motion, biting my lip as his fangs scrape against my shaft. “Bloody hell.” I groan, my head falling back as the sensation washes over me.

He mumbles something incoherent in response, the vibrations shooting straight to the base of my spine. Bastian’s head bobs up and down, making sure to cover every inch of me.

I suck down the remainder of the blood, only leaving the smallest bit for Bastian since he’s been such a good boy. Using my other hand, I cup the back of his head, pushing his head down harder onto me while the sweet tanginess of her dances on my tongue. He squeezes my balls one last time, and it’s my undoing. My release coats the back of his throat, and he drinks it eagerly, every last drop of me and Alicent.

Pulling myself free, I can tell by the look in his eye that he’s not satisfied. “On your knees,” he demands, already working his buckle.

“Yes, sir,” I joke, a coy smile playing on my lips. Apparently, I’m moving too slowly for his liking because in a blink, he tears the bag out of my hand and shoves me onto the ground. Getting into position, my dick is already starting to harden again with anticipation.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to do this,” he says, spreading my cheeks.

“It hasn’t been that long, Bas.” Liquid touches my puckered rim and his fingers rub it in like he doesn’t want to miss a single spot. And now I know exactly what he means. “Fuck, Bas. I—”

“You had your turn. Now it’s mine.” His tongue snakes out, tracing my rim to collect what he just deposited.

“Holy fuck.” I groan, pressing my forehead into the floor. The tip of his tongue dips in, making sure not a drop goes to waste.

“Bloody ecstasy.”

“Fuck me already.” His seductive chuckle goes straight to my dick. He slaps my ass once, twice, hard enough for me to know there will be a mark. The ridge of his erection presses against my tight rim, not asking for permission, but demanding it.

He pushes in slowly; I feel each piercing running up his length stretching me as he goes deeper. A guttural moan escapes him once he’s fully seated. “Jesus fuck, you’re so tight.” My hand finds its way to my erection, stroking myself in tandem with Bastian’s brutal thrusts. “That’s it, get yourself off with me inside you, with a piece of her coating your insides, pup.” My grip tightens around myself, his words edging me closer to the cliff.

“Your ass is nice, don’t get me wrong. But don’t take offense that I’m imagining it as her tight, wet cunt.”

“I was picturing your mouth as hers, Bas. Don’t flatter yourself.” My asshole tightens around his length as he pistons inside me, and without warning, leans down, sinking his fangs into my flesh.

That was both of our undoing. His cock twitches inside me, filling me up before pulling out to ensure I wasn’t left empty. How thoughtful of him. I finish for the second time, staining his floor without a care in the world. Bastian falls to the ground beside me, looking high off life. His eyes track to where my hand still grips my length, and another bashful smile appears. Taking one of his fingers, he swipes it in the mess I’ve made before bringing it back to his lips and licking it clean. “That might be my new favorite snack.”

“Fuck off.” Not bothering to clean up, I get back onto my feet, redressing in the clothes I have left. “Do you have a shirt I can borrow?”

He raises an eyebrow. “She gets your clothes and you get mine? Careful, pup, somebody might read too much into it.”

12: Alicent

Vampire.

The word ricochets around my skull like someone dropped it down a metal tunnel. They’re something out of stories, out of movies, from the kind of books people read for fun—not something that…stands in front of me. Not a creature breathing the same air.

But the proof is right here. All of it. Staring at me point blank, and yet…everything slows, like my brain is buffering, trying to make sense of it all. Witches, vampires…werewolves? As if any of this belongs in the realm of sanity. They have to be lying. Or they fucking drugged us because that’s the only way this adds up. Maybe they slipped something into the drinks at the bonfire, and this is all one long, shared hallucination.

Because the alternative?

The room tilts, my stomach drops as my toes curl against the creaky wood planks, trying to keep my locked limbs steady.

The alternative is that everything I thought I knew is a lie—about this place, myself, my family.

Koen and Bastian exchange a look behind Pryce—one I don’t understand or have the energy to decode. They slip out of the room, disappearing behind a hidden door without a word. Cowards. The whole lot of them are nothing but blood sucking cowards.

The other girls watch me, like I’m the punchline to a joke they’re relieved isn’t aimed at them. Then, they trade glances of excitement, as if they’ve been waiting their entire lives to be part of this.