Page 18 of Siege of Blood and Betrayal

Except, maybe…

Enough thinking. Closing my eyes, I get out of my head and focus on feeling something—anything.

One thing I love about being a true-blood is my physical endurance. I’ve been with enough partners of born vampire blood, mixed hybrids, turned, and humans—magical and not—and know the difference of how they tire.

I could do this all night.

My breath comes in throaty bursts as heat and need build in my sac. The smell of sex is thick in the air as the steady hammering of flesh against flesh has the bed groaning with each powerful thrust.

Yes. Finally.

Sweat coats my face and chest and adds another layer of sensation.

Yes. I’m close.

“Get out!” At the hard bark of a woman’s voice, my eyes flip open, and my fury rises. I’m not finished. My lips peel back off my fangs and I let off a long, guttural warning.

“Who the fuck do you think—” I glare at the blonde storming toward me and my mind stalls out. “Scottie?”

She looks the same except…

The scent of her blood hits me like a sucker punch to the gut and short-circuits something inside of me. The beast within reelsand I’m off the bed and across the room before even one more racing beat of her heart.

“You’re bleeding.” I drop to one knee, pressing my hand against her side as the rich bouquet of her blood fills my sinuses. “Who did this to you? I will rip their fucking throats out.”

“Pants first. Murder second.”

The command reminds me that I’m still naked and very much erect… and the couple is still here… and they’re staring at Scottie. The vampire’s gaze is on Scottie and, with her blood flowing, her scent has definitely caught his attention.

Something carnal and possessive takes hold and my fingers curl as I stand. My fangs lengthen, and then my eyes burn scarlet. “Leave us, now!”

The vampire hesitates, locked in by his lust for a taste.

I step in front of her, ready to slay him if he even leans in our direction. “She is not for you, vampire. She ismine.”

The terror in the human’s gaze as he tugs on his partner’s arm seems to break through the spell of blood lust. A moment later, they scramble to grab their belongings and race for the door.

Their leaving doesn’t begin to soothe the homicidal urge possessing me.

I wait until the latch of the door clicks into place before I dare to move, because the lock of my muscles might be the only thing keeping me from ripping them to shreds. When I hear them dressing in the outer room, I allow myself to breathe again.

Scottie’s backpack is hiding her injury from me, but blood has soaked down the hip of her pants to her thigh. “You’re hurt. Let me heal you.”

“No. I’m fine.”

I stare up at her and the damage on her cheek offends everything in me. “You are far from fine. I smell your pain andsee the haunting anguish in your eyes. You were right to come to me. I will heal you?—”

She curses and steps away. “Zane, get dressed.” Her words hold none of the sweet innocence I remember as she glares at me. “Pants. Now!”

Right. Of course.

With the heightened speed of my race, I rush to the washroom, clean up, and return a moment later with my cock put away and looking respectable in black jeans and a green Henley.

The bedroom’s empty…

I race out to the main suite. My breath catches in my throat at the thought that the vampire returned or that maybe seeing her had been a mirage and she’d never been there at all.

But no.

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