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There’s a pink stain on her cheeks. Is she embarrassed, or is that blush a result of her rising arousal?
“Come on now,” I coax, basking in the sounds of her mewls and whimpers as I drag her closer and closer to the edge. “Let it out.”
We’ve rarely ever shared women over the ages. Vampires are notoriously possessive. The ones we have shared were nothing more than shadows that passed by without significance. None of them are like this goddess before me. I knew she was the one the moment I laid eyes on her, long before we bargained her from her pathetic brother.
“Please…” she begs so prettily. “Weylen.”
But I won’t let her get away with not answering. The moment I feel her on the cusp of releasing, I withdraw my attention, basking in the defeated groan she gives.
“If you want more,” I remind her. “Then answer the question.” I ease my fingers back inside her, slowly bringing her back to the edge.
“Yes, okay?” she gasps. “I enjoyed it.”
“Good girl.” Her channel tightens around my fingers at the praise.
My little lamb likes to be praised. I’ll keep that in mind for the next thing I have planned for her. For now, however, there is something I want. In one quick motion, I pull my fingers from inside her, leaving her wet and wanting, and stand from the chair, pulling her up with me. I turn Thalia so that she’s facing me and lift her into my arms, her legs straddling my waist. With my free hand, I swipe the remnants of our lunch onto the floor and set her directly on the table.
Not giving her time to push against me, I slide her leggings off and step between her lush, thick thighs.
“What are you doing?” she asks in a whisper, her eyes rounded with fear but blown with desire.
I smirk, my right hand trailing down between her legs to be buried inside her once again. She arches into me, her shoulders barely touching the table as she throws her head back and moans like a salacious whore.
It’s beautiful.
“I’m taking what I want.” I pump two fingers in and out of her for a few moments before adding a third. Her moans grow louder and louder the closer she comes to orgasming. And just when she reaches the peak, I strike, sinking my fangs into Thalia’s delicate neck.
Chapter 13
Thalia
Stars burst across my vision the moment Weylen’s fangs sink into my neck. The brief pain melts into unconstrained ecstasy, and I let out a scream so loud there’s no doubt that everyone in the large mansion heard me orgasm.
My legs wrap around his waist, tugging his body closer while my hips continue to buck against his hand. Lightning skates across my skin, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of my mind, I know it’s wrong to let this happen. But there’s a piece of me that shimmers and thrives beneath his fangs.
Weylen’s fangs withdraw, and he sucks greedily around the punctures he created. His fingers are no longer inside me. Instead, they’re running lazy circles on my clit, causing my pussy to clench with aftershocks of pleasure. As I come down from my high, my body relaxes against the table, and I let myself sink into his touch. My hands are buried in his shirt, anchoring me to him.
Thoughts of him pulling out his cock and burying it deep inside me flitter across my mind. That fantasy deepens the moment he wraps his fingers around my neck and licks the wound he created. Moments later, his mouth is gone, and so is he.
I lie on the table a moment longer, trying to catch my breath. A coolness washes over my core, reminding me of how slick I am. I don’t sense Weylen. Anger bubbles up inside my chest, thinking that he left me on the table, half-naked, like forgotten leftovers, but when I sit up, he’s standing back between my thighs, a wet cloth in his hand.
Silently, he cleans me up, his face impassive and hard to read. When he’s done, he throws the cloth to the side and helps me stand, easily pulling my leggings back up.
“Such a good little lamb,” he tells me, a haunting look in his eyes. They’re darker than they were before. The cerulean color of his eyes is nearly obsolete, swallowed by a rusty red that overtakes his irises. It’s the same color I saw the night they took me.
I lean into his strong arms. I’m dizzy and weak. Weylen lifts me into his arms and carries me from the room.
“Why did you take me?” I ask tiredly, the soft cadence of his steps lulling me toward sleep. I need to know, though. Why me? What purpose do I serve to them? They could have easily taken my sister or claimed the house as collateral. Instead, they took me. It doesn’t make any sense. I’m nothing to my family. I’ll be surprised if my brother truly pays the debt for me.
“Because we wanted you.”
A small seedling of hope unfurls within me as I cling to him as he makes his way up the long, winding stairs to my bedroom. Still, there is something else.
“But why?”
Silence follows my question. The only sound reaching my ears is Weylen’s soft footsteps on the stone floor. I blink rapidly, attempting to stay awake, but I’m quickly losing the battle. Weylen opens the door to my room and lays me on the bed. He drags the small blanket from the bottom and pulls it over me.
“You already had your question, Thalia,” he chastises softly. “No more. Rest now.” I don’t have the strength to argue. A fresh wave of drowsiness washes over me, and for a moment, my mind wonders if I should ask him to stay. Maybe he can keep the demons at bay.
