Page 105 of Their Blood Rite

‘I’m not your poppet.’

‘Yes, you are. What are you doing down here?’ he asks, not breaking eye contact with me. ‘You don’t need to see this shit. You should be resting.’

‘You sent the banshee to fetch me. If you don’t want me to see you fuck and feed on other girls, then don’t summon me to watch.’

The corner of his mouth hitches.

‘You smell fantastic when you’re jealous.’

‘I’m not jealous. You’re the one threatening Kieran for touching me.’

He leans into my neck and inhales. ‘Relax. I’m not going to tear your throat out.’

‘You sure about that?’

His hand grabs my backside as he presses his erection into my stomach.

‘Shit,’ I gasp.

‘Relax. Move with me.’

His body moves to the music as his face buries in my neck. He starts kissing my nape deeply. I let my body move with his, hooking my arm tight around his neck to keep him near.

To keep him mine.

‘Relax,’ he whispers again. ‘Listen to the music. Feel the earth beneath your feet. Follow the flow of my body.’

It takes a few moments until I ease up. My head falls back as his lips and tongue work their magic. His arousal digs into me, making my core clench and need spread between my legs.

‘You’ve made flowers,’ he tells me, looking at the ground around us.

By my feet, dozens of daisies have sprouted, but their petals are blood red, and the centre and stalk are jet black. They bloom instantly, facing me as if I were their sun.

‘What the…’ I gasp. ‘How… They’re beautiful.’

But Dorian refuses to let me go enough to focus on them. He wants my attention, all of it.

His sharp tooth drags up my throat. I feel his tongue lap up the light bead of blood he’s let free, and I revel in the low growl that rumbles through his chest.

‘You taste heavenly,’ he admires. ‘My Poppet doll.’

Knotting my fingers in his hair, I encourage him closer.

His mouth claims mine. My blood is still on his tongue when he dips it into my mouth and kisses me hungrily.

Never. I have not been kissed with such skill and possessiveness in my entire life.

Of all the men I thought would kiss me like this, he was at the very bottom of the list. As we dance, kiss and grind, sweat coats my skin. My hair sticks to my damp body. I don’t care that we’re surrounded and being watched when I feel his hand dip into my trousers and sink straight into my pussy.

‘Fuck. You’re so wet, Poppet.’

His words have me biting his lip and breaking the skin. I lick at the bead of blood. With a dark smile that promises trouble, he buries them deeper. My head falls back, and my eyes close as he eases them in and out, fucking me so wonderfully.

‘You like them watching you?’

I pant in response.

‘Do you like seeing them wish they were you, my sweet little blood whore?’

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