Page 143 of Veil of Blood and Bone

She’s swollen and glistening, panting, begging without words for the orgasm when she’s perilously close to the edge. And I’ve kept her there.

My heart stops beating under the force of the tide of her pulse, her blood, each individual vein standing to attention. The one on her thigh throbs against my skin.

I shake my head.

Block it out.

“Nicholas? What are you doing?” Helene releases her hold on my shoulders and brushes her nails through my hair instead.

“Only giving you time to drive yourself wild.”

My voice grates against my throat as I dive again, sucking at her clit. Helene howls and pulls my hair. She locks her ankles behind my head to anchor me where she needs me, riding my face, arching her hips to bring her cunt closer to my devouring mouth.

I lengthen my nails and scrape them into the underside of my cock right beneath the head. The agony is enough to keep my fangs from lengthening, no matter how badly I want to drive them inside of her.

I’ll take only what she gives me. Only her pleasure.

I’ll take only⁠—

A haze swallows my vision. Another suckle on her clit sends Helene spiraling off the edge into satisfaction. Her orgasm racks through her and steals her heartbeat. She arches off the mattress with her eyes squeezed shut and my fangs lengthen on their own.

My mouth fills with saliva at the idea of all that hot, coppery blood flooding my system. I’ll drain her dry, and only then will I be filled the way I need to be filled. I’ll swallow her down.

I lap at her, incisors grazing the sensitive crease of her thigh. To bite, to feed⁠—

“Enough.”

Wren grabs Helene by the arms and pulls her up the bed, away from my fangs and the hunger turning my vision to crimson. Away from the blood trailing in rivulets from the cut marks on my cock.

A sting of anger races through me.

He sees it. Doesn’t he?

How close am I to losing control? How my torso caves in on itself as I hunch forward, the beast Odin made me into overtaking my sanity.

Despite the flash of warning, Wren maneuvers Helene onto her hands and knees, splaying her legs apart and holding them there with his shadows. She shudders.

My heart aches and. I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Open wide, monster.” Wren tips her chin to face him, and she lowers her jaw to immediately swallow. Not his cock, though. Mine.

Those shadows push and nudge until I move, situating myself before sliding through her lips, Forest at her hip, stroking himself as he watches.

Helene angles her head, and her tongue skims me, swallowing my blood and my dick until I hit the back of her throat.

Holy gods.

I swallow a gasp, the sound strangled. My Adam's apple bobs and works as the red slowly seeps to the edge of my vision and disappears. The orgasm I’d kept at bay with pain now spikes.

“Try to control yourself this time, Nicholas.”

Wren grabs Helene by the hips, his hands a paler, more violet-white than her own creamy skin tone. He notches at her pussy and slides home seamlessly, taking her with a single powerful stroke.

The motion surges her forward and she gags on me.

“Oh, fuck.”

Forest steals the words right out of my mouth. He stands at the periphery of my vision with his erection jutting out in front of him and wearing nothing but scars and the necklace of talons around his neck.