Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Lachlan licks and sucks and lights me up like a firefly pulsing with energy and life. He holds me down, his hands on my thighs, pressing them open. Shim holds my arms, keeping me still for his brother’s tasting. And Lach feasts. His tongue is everywhere. He sucks at my labial lips, lavishing affection there. He runs his nose along my pussy, breathing deeply as though he wants to inhale me, to make me his every breath.
But as he breathes me in, I lose my own breath. It feels so good, that soft but strong tongue delving deep and then worrying my clitoris.
Something sharp scrapes against my neck. Shim. He squeezes my nipples to just the right side of pain. “Do you like the way he eats your pussy?”
Such a dirty phrase and yet it sounds good to my ears. I’m Lachlan’s feast, my pussy a sweet treat for his tongue. “Yes. I love it. It feels so good.”
“He’s going to make you suck his cock, love. He’s going to put that monster to your lips and make you lick and suck him and swallow him down. Do you remember what cum is?”
He explained it to me in a dream, but I also heard the village women speak of it. “It’s white. It seeps from a man’s cock.”
Lach noses me, making a low groan.
“Yes,” Shim says as I feel that scraping against my skin. It makes me shiver and moan. “It’s what a man injects into his mate during sex. It’s what we want to give you. It’s what will make you pregnant. We’re going to love tasting your sweet cream, but we’ll want you to taste us, too. You’ll suck our cocks, let us shoot our cum deep inside you.”
His words are intoxicating. I want to do exactly what he says. I want to taste them. It seems such a foreign idea, but the intimacy of having my Dark Ones in my mouth, in my pussy, is overwhelming.
Lachlan uses his fingers now. Strong digits stretch me and move inside me while his tongue licks at my clit. “She tastes so good. She’s making me crazy.” He nuzzles my inner thigh. “Gods, brother, I can hear the blood. She has a vein right here. We can feed from our mate and smell it when she comes.”
Their mother. They mentioned their mother was a vampire. How can that be true? It doesn’t matter. The drug flares in my system and all I want is to come again, to quench the fire. Shim’s tongue licks a line of pure sensation from the base of my neck to my earlobe.
“I want to taste your juice, too. But that’s not the only thing I want to taste, a chumann,” Shim says. “Make her come, brother, so I can have my time.”
Lach sucks my clit into his mouth and I go flying. It’s stronger this time. The drug seems almost banished from my system, but I know it will come again. I will feel the ache and the fire, but I’m no longer afraid. My Dark Ones are here. They will care for me. They will give me what I need to fight the ache.
Lach kisses my pussy one last time before getting to his knees. His cock bobs, standing straight up, almost touching his navel. Those fangs are out, but now I’m not afraid of those, either. Now they just make me look feral and magnificent.
I feel so good, but it’s already building again, a tiny, hurtful flame that will engulf me once more. How long can I endure it?
Shim turns me, moving my body until I look into his perfect face. I can’t see Lach, but Shim holds me fast.
“Now it’s my turn for a taste.” He licks his fangs as I get lost in his never-ending eyes.
Chapter Eighteen
Shim
I feel it the moment I catch her. My eyes widen, my vision expanding and shrinking at the same time. I can tell the expansion is happening because my peripheral vision widens, but it doesn’t matter because my focus shrinks to one thing and one thing only. Bronwyn.
I open that place deep inside—the royal vampire’s legacy. I draw my prey in, a primal part of me calling to her. It’s how a royal feeds. A royal doesn’t drag down his prey. A royal makes the prey beg for his bite.
“What’s happening?” Bron’s voice sounds half strangled in her throat.
I can hear her heart beating like the fast-running metronome in my old vampire tutor’s piano lessons. I mastered the piano with ease, but Lach threatened to take an axe to the damn thing. Thud. Thud. Thud. A seductive beat promising nourishment for more than my body. Bronwyn’s blood will fill my soul.
First blood.
It’s sacred, or it should be. I know there are many vampires who take blood as often as they take sex, but I wanted both only from my mate. Perhaps it’s that we were together since we were children, and before I even understood the word love, I was in love with her. Perhaps it’s a function of my personality, but I always knew if I couldn’t have Bronwyn, I would die alone, like a sad monk waiting for the day I could join my god.