Page 114 of Undying Thirst

“This does not shock you.” It wasn’t a question.

“That you were just as chaotic as a human? Not so much.” What was shocking was his curiosity about how I felt about it.

“You’re in a house of criminals and degenerates,” Asher murmured in my ear. His hand delved under my long sleeve pajama top. I snorted, wiggling madly against him. His cock stiffened against my ass.

Asher groaned.

“I want your beautiful, tight cunt,Älskade.” He nipped the shell of my ear. “Ren, would you like to fuck our pretty little human’s ass?”

Ren’s thigh tensed under my head.

I sank my teeth into my lower lip. My stomach clenched with anticipation.

“Does that require an answer?” he drawled.

“Go retrieve the lube in my bedroom.”

Ren’s hand cupped the back of my neck, and he propped me up as he slid his leg free. He gently set my head back down. Next thing I heard was him storming up the staircase.

Asher rolled me on top of him. I grinned down at his too beautiful face.

Then the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” I shouted, sliding off Asher. His hard cock nudged my belly.

“Hurry, Pet.” He groaned, cupping his dick. I rushed through the foyer and my socks slipped on the wood floor. I caught myself on the door handle and yanked it open.

The ground dropped from under me. I froze with utter shock as a whoosh of disbelief crippled me.

I couldn’t—this wasn’t?—

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For the secondtime in the span of a few weeks, my world shifted under my feet. This woman . . . I’d seen her before . . . in the image upstairs.

I thought Peter showing up at the door was the worst that could happen, but I was dead wrong.

The ground fell out from under me, and I wanted to vomit everything I’d eaten.

Imogen shivered, hugging herself. Dirt and blood stained rags draped over her slender form. Her hair framed her lean face in dirty clumps. This . . . was Imogen, but how? She’d died. She wasn’t supposed to be here.

How was she here? My pulse skyrocketed.

No way, it couldn’t be her. She’d died. I backed away from the door, shaking my head.

Imogen’s skin was pale and washed out. In the painting upstairs, she hadn’t been given much color, but she hadn’t had the shadows beneath her eyes and in the dip of her cheekbones.

I’d never seen an emaciated vampire other than The Pale One, but he was closer to skeletal.

“Who . . .”

Asher stopped in place. I swung my head to her and then back to the frozen vampire. He was more stunned than me. She stumbled forward.

A dry sob wracked her body, and she dropped in an unceremonious pile in the middle of the foyer. I stood. Silent, watching, unable to breathe.

“Did you get the door?” Tobias’s voice echoed down the hall as he approached from the kitchen. He scanned what he’d walked into and stuttered to a halt. My attention rose to the steps descending the stairs. Jax stopped halfway down the stairs. His gaze bounced to me and then to Imogen and then back again. He gripped the banister.

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