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“Yer like a—what’s tha’ thing?” Eoin said, amusement still heavy in his voice as he considered. His head tilted this way and that. “Tha’ feisty li’l weasel. A badger? A mink? Whichever, yer one o’ them, an’ I like it.”
I had come to Invictus to kill Eoin, to exact revenge for my brother and yet the vampire saw me as a mere pest? A tiny, cute creature?
A growl worked its way out of my chest and I thrust my body against him, thrashing in his hold. It was a useless move, but frustration was overwhelming me and I had to dosomethingbeyond sitting there like a helpless lamb giving itself up to the slaughter.
“Och, now, pet. Settle down, settle down. ’ere now,” the Abhartach said as he rearranged my body. He laid me down across the dark, wooden desk and knocked my thighs farther open with a knee. I was wantonly spread before him and held in place by the hand fisted around both of my wrists. He had themtucked behind the small of my back, so my tits were pushed out into his face, and he dragged his nose along the swell of one breast.
I snarled out a nasty word.
“Ya kiss yer ’ather with tha’ mouth, lass?” Eoin’s words were muffled against my skin.
“Don’t youdarespeak about my father, you bastard!” I growled in return, twisting my body under him, but his free hand caught my hip and that wild, preternatural strength held me immobile once more. I panted under him, parted thighs trembling as the adrenaline coursing through me wavered.
I could feel the smooth leather of his belt against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and the roughness of the material of his pants. My fingernails dug crescents into the soft wood of the desk as I desperately tried to grip onto something. He leaned in closer, and suddenly I could smell him—the woodsy aroma of myrrh mixed with aged tobacco, along with the scent of the Macallan he had recently sipped on. Beneath that was the deep, metallic scent that was universally known to vampires. Despite myself, I inhaled the primal fragrance of him and my body…reacted.
Vampire pheromones,I thought hysterically as gooseflesh pimpled on my body. Logically, I knew what was happening—my body was readying itself, making itself the perfect prey for the top predator—but I couldn’t stop it, even though I tried.
Gods, I tried.
My stomach tightened with need, and arousal soaked my core.
Fuck,I thought.Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Eoin
Chapter Nine
Ismiled.
I felt the shift in her body immediately, Ismelledit.
And feck, did she smelldivine.
My mouth watered, practically drooled over the sweet nectar that dripped from her cunt. I had just fed hours before, but I suddenly felt ravenous, the beast inside of me screaming for a taste of the La Rosa woman who swore my name even as her nipples tightened below my gaze. She fought below me, even as her pupils dilated, the golden orbs narrowed angrily as they met mine.
Unable to resist, my head lowered, my tongue swiping over the large curve of her tits. My dick pressed tight against her cunt, making her hips rut against me even as her teeth bared, snapping at me like the mutts her father kept around.
“Yer ’ather’s dogs teach ye that?” I goaded her, my teeth bared back when she jerked against my hands with an exasperated growl, her tits shook back and forth just under my chin with her thrashing.
“Fuck. You,” was all she managed to get out, her mouth parting in a husky moan as more pheromones leaked from my skin, my body’s natural attempt to calm my prey.
With a chuckle, my free hand moved to grab a handful of her voluptuous ass, pressing myveryhard dick against her needy cunt, and met one of her wild thrusts with a hard grind. Despite the nasty look etched into her features, her cuntbeggedfor me. Her arousal was thick, heavy like a blanket on my tongue. Her body and mind were at war, and it was plain to see by the way she kicked her heels into my back and continued to snarl at me through her teeth.
Unfortunately for her, my powers were far stronger than she could have ever resisted, and I was far too greedy and selfish to let her go just yet. Not until her skin was saturated with my scent and she came with my name on her bitter, vengeful tongue.
My free hand pressed along her side, sinking into every bump and curve until it reached the zipper nestled between her breasts. With a hard tug, I pulled it down to her navel, her tits spilling out the sides, dark pink nipples pebbled and aching to be touched. I pumped forward with my hips as my tongue laved at one of the hard peaks and my nose nestled into the soft flesh of her tit. Not to be ignored, wet kisses were pressed against her chest until I’d sucked her other tit into my mouth, suckling at her like I was starved.
Ottavia’s needy pants rung in my ears, each one followed by an ugly curse. Her wrists jerked under my palm, fighting to be free. At the risk of her getting loose—or trying to stab me again—I let them free. She lunged forward the same time I leaned back. Her nails scratched and tore at my flesh, but I didn’t care, letting her rip my shirt nearly off in her rage.
With a sharp tug, I ripped her bodysuit to the side and shoved my fingers knuckle deep inside of her pussy. Themovement effectively cut off her fight for the moment. Ottavia’s head fell back, her neck arched for me, her pulse pounding in her throat.
My dick strained against the confines of my pants, and pre-cum wet the fabric and dripped down the hard length of it. I groaned as her warm, wet cunt squeezed around my fingers, cream pooling in my palm. I felt my control over the situation slipping as the monster inside of me pushed to slip into the forefront of my mind, mad with the scent of her slick. My teeth bared as she rutted against my hand, fangs ached with the need to taste her. Her bare tits pressed hard against my chest, and one of her hands gripped my throat as if attempting to choke me, her mind still fighting against my powers.
Even so, she whined and ground against my hand despite it, her brows tilted angrily. I pushed forward, drool dribbling from my mouth splattering onto the tops of her breasts. I salivated like the mangy mutts I despised, craving a taste of her, more desperately than I’d ever wanted to tasteanyone.
More spit dripped from my fangs as I hovered above her pulse point. One of her hands grabbed at my hair, tugging so hard a few strands pulled loose with her fingers, but I paid her no mind. My lips met her skin, her pulse drumming along them,tempting me. My teeth grazed her soft, warm flesh, and my fingers pumped inside of her weeping cunt, her angry pants filled with lusty moans.
In the next breath,I bit her.
