My brother’s wife.
Hopelessly, deeply, completely in love, and now I didn’t know what to do since keeping her safe was obviously off the fucking list, as was talking any kind of sense into her thick, stubborn skull.
“Come here,” I repeated, “The faster we get this done,the faster we get out of here.”
“I…” She stopped in front of me, tipped her head to look me in the eye, lips parted, dark hair spilling over one shoulder, so thick and glossy I ached to bury my face in those curls. “I should tell you something first.” She said shyly. “I’ve only ever fed from Dante, so… I’m not very good at this.”
Good gods, why bother even going to the Fossa? I can just die here on the spot.
“Stop stalling, Emberline.” I patted my thigh like this was no big deal. “All you have to do is close your eyes and let instinct take over. This is just feeding, and once it’s over, you’ll have gotten your way.Again.”
The next second, she was trembling between my spread knees, her pert breasts right at mouth level, and gods, all I wanted to do was fasten my mouth over one of her hard nipples and feast. I pulled her down onto my thigh, tipped my head to the side, and tapped a finger on my vein.
“Right here. Take as much as you can; you’ll need your strength later.”
She drew a shuddering breath, fingers curving around my shoulder as she steadied herself, careful not to rub up against me, which I appreciated and regretted at the same time.
“Clock’s ticking,bella. All you have to do is—Fucking hell.”
Her fangs sank in deep, and my entire body jolted as if I was plugged into an electrical socket, chest heaving as her soft lips suctioned around the bite, her tongue flicking back and forth over my vein. I was going to fucking come from the sensation of her mouth, every inch of me crackling with unleashed heat.
Emberline’s hand curled around the nape of my neck, her other slid beneath my shirt, palm pressed against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and lay back, bringing her with me, keeping our bodies flush, her breasts crushed against me.
Yes,I thought hazily, I could die happy now.
After a minute, she tried pulling away, so I held her to my throat. “More, bella. You need more. Then you can sleep this off for a few hours.”
She made a pleased sound against my throat, and a rush of male pride filled me. Pride I had no right to feel but was helpless to stop. The female I loved was in my arms, taking from my vein, humming happily against my skin, and I felt like I’d won the godsdamned lottery.
And even though I had no right to feel so happy, I’d enjoy this moment. At least until the guilt kicked in.
Emberline took three more swallows, then unsealed her lips and ran her tongue slowly up my throat. My cock kicked hard with every pass, and I adjusted my position ever so slightly, so I wasn’t a total creeper.
“Stay here for a minute.” I kept my arms around her. “You’ll be dizzy since it’s been a while since you’ve fed.” We sat like that for longer than was wise, but I’d be damned if I was going to cut this short.
“Gabriel, can I ask you a question?” she asked drowsily, fingers playing with my shirt collar. “Have you ever wondered what might have happened if Dante hadn’t shown up that night?” She looked up at me, her gaze softening as she searched my face.
“You would have stabbed me in my sleep and burned our palazzo down around us, and we would have deserved what we got,” I answered, my arms tightening around her, hating the way my heart sped up at this line of questioning.
“No,” she murmured, eyes fixed on my lips. “I don’t think that’s what would have happened at all. I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and…” Her tongue darted out, and every drop of blood in my body rushed back to my cock it was trying to win a fucking race.
I could kiss her.
We were alone, and she was right here, and her eyes were so soft and her lips so plump, and there was a bed upstairs, three of them as a matter of fact, and…
All the air rushed out of my lungs as I leaned back, away from the irresistible temptation that was Emberline Dominico, my brother’s wife and the most dangerous threat to my sanity I’d ever met in my life.
“You are my brother’s wife.” I sounded shaky as I reminded us both of who we were, where our loyalties lay. I lifted her off me and set her on the sofa, barely able to catch my breath at what had almost happened.
Gods, I’d nearly cuckold my own godsdamned brother. While planning his rescue mission, no less. What kind of shit male was I?
She flushed, scrubbing her arms where my hands had just been. “I know,” she said miserably, her voice choked. “Iknow, but I can’t help but feel like I…”
I pointed my finger in her face. “Donotfinish that sentence, Emberline.”
This was worse than all of us dying at the Fossa.
Love was the blade that severed. Love made you reckless. Love made you bleed until there was nothing left but an empty husk.
