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I gasp, forgetting all that awaits me—awaits us. Water runs down my body in racing rivulets, but a chill zips down my spine all the way to my toes making me clench around the width of him.
“That’s it. Make me come alive,” he snarls, and without warning shoves himself to the hilt leaving me no room to react but cry out in delicious pain.
“Christian,” I moan, though I know it’s barely perceptible.
He slides in and out, angrily, violently squeezing my thighs roughly. He’s trapped me in his own erotic cage, pummeling me with a need that I know will carry us long into the day, and night. I pull his mouth to mine, returning the dizzying need. His tongue greets mine, and we lock in for a battle of ire and he follows me into the battle.
I retreat for a momentary breath, but he doesn’t allow me to forego a moment of pleasure.
Christian’s warm tongue sweeps across my breast before his mouth latches on and he sucks hard. I’m delirious with want as I murmur nonsensical strings of sentences. It’s like every nerve ending on my body is on fire. He swaps his lips for his teeth and bites down. Pain ripples through me and I slam my eyes shut, his tongue swirls and laps at the fresh blood he’s surely drawn. Warm water pools on my eyelashes and when I open my eyes Christian’s silhouette is framed in black.
“Your eyes they’re turning…black.” He’s holding me steady, his arousal still stretching every bit of me.
“Yours been that way the moment you found me.” His tone is a low growl.
His dick twitches inside of me and in response my back arches off of the wall, spurring Christian back into motion.
“I’m so hungry. So hungry. I don’t know if this will satiate my needs. Do you feel it? Do you feel how much I need you?” His words almost feel like a threat, but I rest my hands on his shoulders and squeeze and he continues driving me into the wall. Any harder and the tiles might break.
“Just fuck me and we’ll figure out the rest.” My voice doesn’t sound like me. It’s a deep sensuous growl.
Blood. My nails sink into Christian’s shoulder, causing small pebbles of blood to pool and eventually race down his biceps. I close my mouth over the pricks of crimson. The taste is sweet like wine, mulled with red berries and currants.
Christian releases a primal snarl as he grips my waist, pushing so deep I can feel the ache of the stretch across my abdomen. He bites into the curve of my neck, two small needle pricks of teeth pierce my skin and he begins to suck. The feeling is indescribable. Otherworldly ecstasy.
But a truth crashes over me as Christian brings me to the height of my pleasure, spills his seed inside of me and as a scream echoes across the cavernous room.
“We’re drinking each other’s blood.”
With the revelation, a thunderous rumble trembles through the house. The lights begin to flicker and the sound of wind hisses beyond the windows. There’s a loud bang on the door, forcing Christian to wrap himself in a towel and answer it. Quickly, I hide myself in a robe and meet Christian in the bedroom.
Kieran leans limply against the frame; darkness framed around his eyes, his hands secured by restraints. A large dog, eye now glowing red, lumbers around Kieran’s legs. Misty.
Our ill-fated reunion is cut short as Kieran glances over Christian, disgust evident in his gaze. “Something is wrong, brother. Something worse than Hell itself has followed us out. Either that, or we’re still locked in.”
A loud screech reverberates across the bay. A screech that echoes in my chest.
“What does this mean for us?” I direct toward the men.
Kieran speaks first. “It means the sins we’ve embellished in are out to hunt us.”
Silence reigns between us, none of us saying anything as the noise outside coalesces into thunderous cracks.
I told you the gates wouldn’t last forever.
