Page 14 of Undying Thirst

My heart pounded in my chest and I jerked again. The edges dug into my wrist.

“Don’t,” he murmured. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

But I couldn’t stop. I wanted to get out of the tight grip.

The vampire that captured me held me in place, shackling me with his grip and wouldn’t let me go. He’d kept me there as his emaciated body lay over mine, cutting off my breathing. While bugs skittered over my skin.

“Shh. Shh.” Asher pressed his cheek to mine. His nose grazed my ear and he licked the sides of my neck.

A shiver coasted down my spine. His warm tongue lapped against my throat. I hadn’t felt the scratches Jax left until Asher brought attention to them.

“I can relax you,” he whispered against my throat.

His arms caged me, and he hovered over my restrained body. I shuddered while my pussy responded to his words and tongue.

My body begged me to give in and open my legs. To have him fuck me and bite me all over.

His head lifted from my throat, mouth smeared with my blood. His head lowered to capture my mouth with his.

I bit his lip and slammed my leg, the one in the cast, up, hitting him right between the legs—again.

Asher dropped to his side like a rock, cupping his dick.

“Don’t touch me.”

He stood with his shoulders hunched forward, shock widening his eyes and pain furrowing his features.

“Catalina,” he chastised, his tone strained.

“Let me go,” I ordered.

“I’ll return at sunset,” he said, backing away with a hitch in his usual glide.

“Asher,” I shouted. “Let me go.”

My voice bounced off the walls, echoing.

I screamed again, ignoring the agony ripping through my abused throat.

SIX

asher

I’d never been rejectedfor anything, much less a fucking. I braced one hand on the door as Catalina screamed from inside my chambers. Her fury was a sight to behold . . . spitting brown eyes, her face pinched with an adorable scowl . . . I’d been making note of all of that when she’d slammed her knee into my cock. And this time my arousal didn’t work in my favor.

I gingerly limped away from her door.

If I’d been human, her kick would have rendered me cock-less. I shivered in horror. I may as well stake myself if that happened.

The remnant throb was beginning to wear off, but I never wanted to be dick-kneed again. I’d rather be staked through my arm.

The waxed wooden stair led to the third-floor landing and split into two directions like the other floors. I turned toward the left-wing living room and unlike the second floor, this one did not have multiple rooms lining it.

I’d lost count of how many ‘homes’ I’d had—they were interchangeable. Suitable for only one thing.

A bit like women.

Until Catalina. And I was beginning to grow fond of this estate.

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