Page 75 of Stolen

“LAURENT!” Varick screamed in my face. Rough hands gripped my shoulders. Somewhere, a female wept.

Given. My wife. My queen. I didn’t want her to cry. I’d cost her too many tears already.

A hand in my hair, and then the scent of Varick’s skin. I turned my head toward it, seeking more of that scent. Leather and sword oil, which I teased him about mercilessly. And also forest. He smelled of snow on pine. I darted my tongue out, desperate for its coolness.

“That’s it,” he said gruffly, and I scented his blood.

I hissed and struck hard. Blood flooded my mouth.

Glorious. Rich, potent wine full of power and a thousand years of pureblooded warrior vampire. Varick’s blood was the rasp of a sword. The sharp crack of a splintering shield. It was a galloping horse and the snap of a pennant.

But more than anything, it was mine. I drank him down, gulping greedily as the bly’ad lingered on my tongue. Slowly, sensation returned, and I groaned as pain came with it. Everything hurt, my entire body like a bruise.

Varick cradled me in his arms, his deep, rumbling voice a purr that vibrated against my skin, grounding me to the obsidian and rooting me in the real world.

I seized that thought and clung to it. My heart beat, and I reveled in the sound. I took deep breaths, filling my lungs with air and then releasing it because I could.

Another scent wafted around me—softer than Varick’s but just as compelling. Given. She smelled of cloves and…forest. The same as Varick.

Yes. They were the same.

My heart pounded faster. Seconds later, desire struck. My cock went rigid, and I moaned against Varick’s neck, my hips already rolling.

He was ready for me, his long fingers wrapping around my dick and stroking. Lust sank its fangs deep, making me jerk and cry out. I thrust against his grip, needing more.

“It’s not enough,” he said above me, and his voice sounded slurred. Worry wound through me. Why did his voice sound weak?

Given’s scent grew stronger, and a cool hand stroked down my arm. Her soft, sweet voice caressed my ear and made me want to weep. “Should I…?”

“Not yet.” Hesitation, then Varick said, “Touch him again. I thought I saw…”

Cool fingers stroked my skin, harder this time. Power shivered through me, but it wasn’t mine. My power was brittle frost and the drip of poison and the black edge of twilight.

This was light. Pure light, but it didn’t burn.

I turned toward it.

“Yes,” Varick said. His hand stroked my dick. “Lie down, sweetheart.”

I didn’t know if he spoke to Given or me. Maybe both. It didn’t matter. They were with me, and that was enough.

More cool touches. Varick’s neck disappeared. The fist around my cock disappeared, too, and I grunted my dismay. Strong hands turned me, and the shutters over my eyes lifted.

Given filled my vision. She lay beneath me, her white-blond hair spilling over the obsidian floor of the Sanctum. Her gown was loose around her shoulders, the neckline gaping to reveal creamy, round breasts and one hard, pink nipple. As tantalizing as that sight was, it didn’t capture my attention.

No, it was the soft glow of her skin that riveted me. She was the light. The pure, cool power burned under her skin.

“Laurent,” Varick said, his mouth appearing beside me. I seized it, driving my tongue between his ready lips. We kissed, and I tasted blood and magic. A soft, feminine moan drifted around my ears. Beneath me, Given lifted her hips, and I felt her open, wet pussy against my dick.

I ripped my mouth from Varick’s. Given stared up at me, her blue eyes glittering like gems. Her lips were parted, dainty fangs distended. Her voluminous skirts bunched around her hips, and her slender thighs were flung wide. White stockings rose to her knees. Above them was flawless, creamy skin. So gorgeous. With a growl, I dragged the neckline of her gown lower so her other breast popped free. Now, two perfect globes shivered under my gaze, her stiff nipples stabbing toward the ceiling.

“Fuck her,” Varick murmured, moving behind me. He grasped my hips and shifted me into place. Smoothed his battle-hardened hands over my ass. He rocked my hips forward, and my dick nudged Given’s sopping pussy. “I can’t give you anymore blood, but I think this will work.”

Given moaned, lifting her hips. The glow under her skin intensified. Puckered, pink nipples beckoned. I dipped my head and captured one in my mouth. As I sucked, I swiveled my hips and thrust inside her.

“Ahhh!” She cried out, her sweet body squirming beneath me. Her hot, tight pussy clamped around my dick, and it was a homecoming. I’d missed her. Missed making her come and making her laugh. She always tried so hard not to laugh when I was wicked.

“You don’t love me, Laurent,” she’d said.

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