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One of my hands grabbed onto the front of her torn and dirty dress with a chuckle. “Ye are what I imagine heaven ta be.” With a sharp tug, I ripped her dress open, tearing the front so that it hung down at her sides, her warm gooseflesh-covered skin on full display for me. Reaching for her thighs, I easily lifted her, settling her on the edge of the bed. The soft heat of her body sunk through my clothed chest, the dark blood of the guards transferring from the wet clothing onto her chest. “Right na, ye are my heaven on ’arth.”
One of my hands found its way to her skin, my fingers sinking into the soft bumps and curves of her side. My other gripped the dark strands of hair at her nape, jerking her head backward so that her glare was aimed at the ceiling instead of my face. Moving my free hand to the front of my trousers, I ripped my cock free from its confines. Pre-cum dripped from the tip to splatter onto the soft rolls of her belly as I rolled my wrist over its length, pumping over the head, squeezing more out onto her creamy flesh.
“You’re—disgusting.” She barely got the words out as she swallowed hard, still fighting against the pheromones even as cream slicked from her throbbing pussy onto the inside of her thighs.
With a knee, I shoved her legs apart, my dick jutting up against her warm belly. I pumped my hips between her spread thighs, my free hand dropping to grab a handful of her generous ass. Ottavia fought the hold I had on her hair, jerking from my grip in a fit of rage. She kicked my back with her heels, and her hands clawed at my arms, but I ignored her.
Pushing more pheromones at her, I dropped to my knees, a palm rising to shove her flat onto the mattress when she tried to rise. “Stay put na, love. I’ve waited long ’nough ta take wha’s mine.”
“Fuck—you,” she grunted out as one of her smooth legs hooked over my shoulder in an attempt to kick me. I used it to my advantage to pull her sweet cunt closer to my mouth. An exasperated growl turned into a moan as my teeth lightly scraped along the inside of her thigh. My fingers sunk into her skin where they rested, my tongue reaching out to lap at her dripping slit. Her heel dug into my back, the other bent as she arched on the mattress, pressing into my palm, her body strung up with both anger and arousal.
My fang nicked her inner thigh, her blood pooling on my tongue to mix with the sweet taste of her cunt. With a low growl, I reached down and grabbed my cock, working its length as I rotated between lapping at Ottavia’s bloody skin and her weeping cunt. Beads of cum dripped down to the base, wetting my trousers as I thrusted my hips to fuck my hand. The leg over my shoulder had softened, but her fingers had found my hair, tugging and pulling at the long strands as I circled my tongue over her swollen clit.
Unable to resist the beast any longer, my teeth sunk deeply into her flesh, piercing the soft skin of her thigh. Ottavia’s bellow of hatred melded with another arch of her back, her nails digging deeper into my scalp. My hand worked my dick faster, swallowing mouthfuls of her warm blood, savoring the way it coated my throat like melted chocolate and tasted just as fecking sweet. Little whines started to hiss through her teeth and I groaned with the sound, blood leaking from the corner of my lips to drip down her leg and stain the sheets below.
Her hips started to shift, her body softening around me as she neared an orgasm despite her resistance. Unattaching from her thigh, I rose, letting her leg fall to the mattress. Blood streaked across her thighs, dripping from my chin as my palm wrapped around her hair once more. Yanking her head to the side, I ignored the hiss that left her throat, sinking my teeth into the same bite marks as the first time. She screamed, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure. Fisting my cock once again, I worked myself between her bouncing tits.
My balls rose as I sucked her down, a groan of satisfaction growling from my chest as she came against her will, her cunt clenching around the air in time with her breathy pants. I released her and sat back, my cum spraying across her belly and thighs to mix with the blood that dripped from her bite wounds. A palm rose to wipe the blood from my chin, fang catching on my lip as I smiled down at the woman who glared back at me, eyes glazed with hatred and body limp with sex.
The beast hummed with delight below my skin as I leaned forward and licked the cum and blood from her thigh, stealing another taste before I stood, my limp dick hanging free from my trousers. “Yer mine na, love. Tha sooner ye accept it, tha easier this’ll be.”
She moved to cover herself, but her searching hands found nothing but bloody sheets. So instead, she glowered, my words helping her pull her hatred to the forefront to fight the aphrodisiacs of my bite. Before she could speak, I turned away, tucking my cock in my pants as I stepped through the blood and bodies to make my way to the door. Without another look, I excited the room, clicking the lock in place just as Ottavia mustered up a feral scream.
Ottavia
Chapter Seven
Iwas spitting mad as I sat naked on the bed, curled up with my knees tucked against my bare chest as I gazed out over the bloody landscape of bodies.
Pissed at myself for not being able to resist the drugging lure of his pheromones and pissed at Eoin for daring to use them on me at all. I wasn’t one of the pheromone fangirls that flocked to Invictus for a hit—in fact, the only vampires I had been around prior to walking into that hellscape were the ones that died with my stake in their chests.
I was working myself up into a volcanic-sized snit when the door suddenly creaked opened.
“Knock, knock!” a cheery voice said, in lieu of any actual knocking.
A head of dark curls popped around the edge of the door, the strands of bouncy hair seemingly floating in the air around an elfin face and a sly grin.
“Hiya!” the girl said as she entered the small room. She had a duffle bag slung from one shoulder and a tray of food balanced expertly on the opposite hand as she kicked the door shut with her foot. She tapped it with her heel twice and I heard the lockschnickas it slid back into place.
I shot her an unkind look but she just smiled at me, seemingly unconcerned by my nakedness. “I come bearing gifts.”
She tiptoed around the pools of congealed blood before setting the foam tray down on the dresser and then hefting the duffel bag onto the edge of the bed. Unzipping it, she began pulling out the contents. A soft-looking pair of sweats and a plain shirt were first. Then, she started to unload what appeared to be a first aid kit.
“All right,” the stranger began as she glanced at me expectantly. “Do you want to get dressed first or do you want me to check on your head first?”
“What’s the point of fixing my head when he’s just going to kill me?” I asked snottily. I eyed the woman warily. She seemed human, but she was oddly at ease with the dismembered bodies and gore. It made me question whether she was trustworthy. Was she under compulsion?
The dark-haired woman scoffed. “Don’t be such a martyr. Eoin doesn’t kill for fun.” It sounded like she mumbled “Anymore” under her breath, but I couldn’t be sure.
“Doesn’t he?” I pressed. “Just look around you.” I whirled a hand around to encompass the scattered body parts dotting the floor like crude, horrifying stars among the black marble.
She waved away my concern. “They pissed him off. That wasn’t a ‘just for funsies’ kill, promise. Anyway,” she tacked on, “clothes or stitches?”
Distressed by her lack of concern, I just held out a hand and muttered, “Clothes.”
After slipping into the sweats and shirt, the woman told me to sit on the couch so she could strip my sheets. I did as she asked and gingerly made my way across the room, finding clean tile on my tiptoes and nearly hopscotching across the room to avoid the mess.
I wondered when Eoin would clean up the mess. I wondered if he even would. Would I be here, alive, long enough to care? He kept insisting he wanted me alive, but you can’t trust the word of a vampire. Unlike the Fae, they can lie, and they do so unerringly well as so many of them have centuries of practice.
