Page 170 of Their Blood Rite

But I shake my head.

‘I said drink! It’s not healing!’

I look up at him, filled with hateful determination.

‘No,’ I reply. ‘You can watch me die. Again.’

My mark burns hot as his hands twist in my hair.

‘Bite my neck and drink my fucking blood until you are healed.’

I sink my teeth into his neck, biting hard and deep, drawing his blood into my mouth.

‘Shit…’ he breathes, holding me closer.

I push him until his back hits a tree so hard I feel it splinter around us.

‘That’s it,’ he whispers darkly, his fingers twisting in my hair. ‘Drink me in.’

His blood has me moaning in sheer pleasure. In euphoria. The hole in my stomach stitches back together, and I run my tongue up his neck, lapping up the blood dripping down his neck. His wound closes in an instant.

His dark gaze meets mine. His chest rises and falls with each one of his breaths. Sweat shimmers on his skin, and his scent is intoxicating.

‘I fucking hate you,’ I whisper.

‘Oh. I fucking know.’

His lips crash into mine, and he spins us before slamming my back into the tree.

He pulls my underwear to the side, frees his cock, and drives himself into me with brute force. The pain feels as though I’m about to be ripped in two, but it quickly gets lost to the animalistic pleasure my body craves at tasting him. He slams into me far harder than he ever did before. Whatever I am now has changed me. I’m stronger than I was.

Darker.

Hungrier.

His fingers knot in my hair, and he pulls my head back. I gasp, lost in the pleasure his blood filled me with. Watching me, he fucks me mercilessly, grunting in force as he screws his blood whore against the trees she loves so much.

He slams my lips to him, his tongue lapping up the blood dripping from my mouth as he moans in pleasure. In a swift move, he tosses me away. I land on my feet, facing Dorian and Archie. Their eyes are narrowed. All three of them encircle me. Every inch, a predator. Hungry. Violent. Fuelled with rage and adrenaline from the fight. They close the space between us, trapping me. I watch, readying for attack. For the fight that I feel is coming between us. One to kill us all.

The blood witch and her witch-killing lovers.

Shaw grips the back of my dress and tears it right down the centre before taking the back of my neck and pushing me into Dorian.

Dorian pins me to his body and drags me to the ground.

As soon as his back hits the soil, he bites me. From behind, Shaw falls on top of us. With a pleasurable hiss, his cock buries inside me once more, and he fucks me from behind as I lie pinned to Dorian.

‘Give her to me,’ Dorian demands, freeing his length. Shaw lifts me by my hips, pulls out, and lowers me onto him instead.

Dorian’s hand slides behind my ear, his lips parted and eyes hooded as I slide onto him.

‘Fuck me, Ashe.’

I rest my hand on his throat. ‘Beg.’

He laughs low, gripping my hips hard.

‘Ride me. Right fucking now. I beg you.’

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