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I choked on Dex’s cock as ecstasy crashed into me, making everything blur into a dark wave of pleasure that I never wanted to escape. Casimir’s mouth moved against my throat while Dex’s grip on my hair tightened, controlling my motion and adding pinpricks of pain to the rush of my orgasm.
Gods, I would never get enough of them. Not now, not for all of time.
Dex grunted. His thrusts started to turn ragged, only barely controlled.
A stifled moan escaped him as his release flooded my throat. Behind me, Casimir sealed the wound on my neck and then groaned. His hands dug into my hips, and a heartbeat later, he was filling me with his cum too.
Shuddering hard, I swallowed Dex’s seed down, gasping a bit when he finally eased from between my lips.
He stroked my face gently and then tilted my chin up to look at him. “Good job, princess.”
I flushed with pride at the admiration in his eyes.
He moved his forearm in front of my lips. “Feed.”
My fangs descended immediately. I moaned as his blood rushed into my mouth as well.
The ropes loosened on me. I broke away from Dex, sealing the wound quickly, and looked back as my nerves hummed with heightened awareness from the sudden rush of blood flow.
“Any numbness, baby?” Clay asked as he ran his hands up and down my limbs. At his side, Lars was undoing my restraints one by one. “Tingling or pain?”
I shook my head.
Clay made a pleased sound, his hands never stopping their gentle motions while his brother continued unknotting the ropes. “Let’s get you cleaned up then, yeah? Keep our girl nice and taken care of for next?—”
Casimir suddenly stiffened with a short gasp, cutting him off. The vampire’s face was a picture of wary alarm.
“What is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”
“Get dressed,” was Casimir’s only response. He looked at Dex, his expression tense. “We need that door open again. Now.”
20
ROAN
Ihadn’t actually been tortured before, but I was fairly certain it couldn’t be worse than this.
Cursing myself silently, I adjusted my position on the couch. It was my own damn fault. I was a madman in here, trapped by Aneiran propriety in this bedroom across from Gwyneira’s, hounded relentlessly by a monster who wouldn’t let me sleep and who could kill everyone in this castle if I lost control.
I was a bastard for being here at all.
Grinding my teeth, I glared up at the ceiling. Gwyneira had seen something days ago when vampires attacked our camp. How much, I wasn’t sure, and the fact she hadn’t immediately told the others was a confusing miracle.
Monsters like me didn’t get miracles, confusing or otherwise.
Every day since that moment, I’d been bracing for my whole life to come crashing down. For her to decide she needed to tell the others how I’d ripped a vampire’s throat out with my bare hands. For the mere discussion of what I’d done to bring the demon roaring back.
For the demon to finally escape my control and destroy them all.
So for every one of those days, I promised myself I’d leave. This was too dangerous. The demon was too close to breaking free. Truth be told, I probably should have left ages ago, because every morning I woke up and felt the monster inside me rage at seeing her snuggled between Clay and Lars instead of curled up with me, I knew I was being a fool not to go.
One moment of the demon slipping my control and taking over, and everyone would die. That’s all it would take. Yet here I was, lying on a couch in a fucking castle, across the hall from the woman I’d kill when that happened.
And still, I couldn’t leave her.
I adjusted my position, loathing everything about myself, the cushions, and the gods-damned world besides. Of all of us, Gwyneira was the only one sleeping alone tonight—because of course she was. The rest of us had been split up between various rooms, leaving Niko in here with me, and Ozias and Byron next door, while the others were across the hall.
Just a bunch of bachelors bunking together as guests of Lord Thomas, because Aneiran sensibilities wouldn’t dream of putting any of us in a bedroom with their pretty little supposedly-still-a-virgin princess. There was her virtue to consider and all, not to mention her value to royal suitors. Those fuckers viewed her sweet cunt as nothing more than a political commodity.
