Page 26 of Court of Nightmares


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“I do not want to take what is not offered,” I admit shyly.

For a moment, he stares at me, then suddenly, his huge hand rips off his mask, and he lets it clatter to the floor as I gape at his face.

Beautiful is not a word that would do him justice.

I don’t know how he could ever hide such a face, but I cannot seem to stop staring now. His face is the same colour as the rest of his body, and just as thick and square. He’s powerful and masculine. His square jaw is covered by a dark brown beard that continues down his neck, and his moustache outlines his pouty pink lips and smiling white teeth with huge fangs.

He has a mole on the top left of his cheek, below the brownest eyes I have ever seen. His irises are so deep, with echoes of gold in them, and they are surrounded by long, thick lashes. He has heavy, brown eyebrows between a thick nose with golden chains looped through piercings that thread back and forth in four lines across the bridge. His hair is dreadlocked and the same colour as his beard.

He’s absolutely stunning, and I am speechless.

“You are not the same creature you were before, Thea.” The nickname nearly makes me swoon. “You do not ever have to ask with us, but if it will help, you can. The answer will always be yes. We are yours now, just as you are ours. Our blood pumps to feed you, to power you, our hands work to protect and provide for you, and our bodies are alive to pleasure you.”

I jerk at that, and he grins.

“But for now, feed, little one.” He tugs me closer, but I cannot reach his neck. He is simply too big. Chuckling, he reaches down and slides one arm under my ass, lifting with ease until my hands grip his shoulders and my mouth is directly against his neck. Turning his head, he exposes his thumping pulse, and the sweetness of his blood fills the shadows around us.

“Feed, Thea,” he commands, sounding breathless as his hand tightens on my ass, tugging me closer until I’m pressed against the length of his huge, hard body.

My fangs ache, but I lean in and kiss his neck in gratitude before licking his vein. He shudders against me, leaning back into the wall. Gripping his shoulders, I sink my fangs into his neck.

The explosion of his blood has my eyes sliding closed as I wrap my legs around him. He grunts and holds me tighter as I drink. The protectiveness of shadows and the welcoming darkness slides through my body, and the rich flavour of his blood makes me rub against him.

Desire, a feeling I thought long since dead, surges through me as I rock against him without thought.

“Thea,” he growls, dragging me up and down his hard length, which is pressed against his trousers. “Fuck.” His head bangs back against the wall, and his whole body shakes as I feed harder, tasting as much of his blood as I can.

Turning with a roar, he slams my back into the wall as his hands stroke my body and his hips thrust.

I’m finally sated, his power almost making me high, so I pull back and meet his blown eyes with my own. His blood covers my lips and chin as it leaks from the holes in his neck.

Both of us are panting and rocking together, and it’s only then I realise that the shadows have fallen away, and leaning against the wall opposite is Reve.

“Oh, don’t let me stop you,” he teases, wearing a cocky grin.

Conall groans, pressing his head into my neck as he shakes. With my eyes on Reve, I lean down and lick the puncture marks, watching as his eyes narrow and his fangs descend.

“Didn’t they ever tell you not to play with monsters?” he purrs as he pushes from the wall and comes towards us, pressing to Conall’s back before licking the blood on his skin.

Conall groans and shifts his hips against me. “Fuck, if you both don’t stop, I’m going to come in my trousers, and I hate getting the stains out.”

“What do you say, baby? Shall we play with him or help him out?”

“I do like games. Plus, a few stains never hurt anyone,” I purr, and with a wicked grin, Reve and I sink our fangs into Conall’s neck.

He roars and slams me harder against the wall as he pumps his hips. I taste his release, his pleasure, in his blood as we both pull out and lap at the puncture marks. Conall slumps, and Reve wraps an arm around him, keeping us up until he can stand.

Reve grins. “Best tour yet.”

“I think I’ll like it here.” I giggle, blood drunk.

They both laugh as we stand there, wrapped in darkness and covered in blood and desire.

My blood flows with a power so strong, I didn’t even know it was possible.

In the dark, a whisper comes.

I told you not to fear the dark, daughter. Now make them yours.

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