Page 35 of Undying Thirst

“You’re pretty,” I announced.

Asher’s eyebrows raised and the corner of his lips quirked.

My brain was definitely not okay right now—worry floated out of my hands like an elusive cloud.

I just wanted more of him.

The bedsheets rustled from him scooting closer. A tingle spread across my skin.

“Stop moving, Ash.” I patted his cheek with my fingertips.

Asher’s eyebrows furrowed.

My attention dropped to the hollow in the middle of his throat. I wanted to lick and bite it.

“Why am I so hot?” I whined.

Grabbing my skirt, I scooted it up my thigh, baring my skin inch by inch. His gaze lasered in on the movement. I clenched and unclenched my thighs. I was drenched with need. Finally, air hit my pussy and I grinned at the red flash of Asher’s irises.

The door swung open. Tobias entered with his head down as if he was thinking deeply about something. He slammed the door behind him.

“What is taking you so long . . .” He trailed off, his steps slowing as he focused on my soft flesh. My clit throbbed at his attention. I spread my thighs for him to get a better view at my aching folds.

I pushed up on my elbows.

“You’re bleeding,” he choked out. He was talking about Jaxon’s bite wound that hadn’t been healed.

“I know,” I said huskily.

His gaze unfocused and his knuckles popped. He took another step closer and froze, shaking his head.

“I think . . . I think she has a blood-high,” Asher breathed.

“But that is simply not possible.” His English accent deepened and took on a rougher edge. “Only vampires get blood-highs.”

I couldn’t care less about whatever they were going on about. I was still too hot! Tobias ran his tongue over his lower lip. I wanted it on my pussy.

“Tobias.” He returned his gray gaze to me. “Heal me.” I widened my thighs and stretched out my leg.

“Please,” I breathed.

Fangs sliced into his lip and his eyes turned red. He blurred with how fast he moved.

My head fell back as his mouth settled over the wound. A tongue swipe had my lips parting, then he drank from the wound. His eyes focused on mine—the red hadn’t left, he snarled, fingers digging into my ass.

Tobias bit me again. Right next to the original wound.

His eyebrows furrowed and he didn’t look away from my gaze, keeping me captive with the blazing lust splashed across his face.

“More,” I moaned.

I ground my ass on the bed, aching for him to touch my clit.

The bed shifted as he gyrated his cock into the mattress. I clenched the sheets under my ass. His brown hair fell forward and into his forehead.

He groaned, the vibration of the sound reaching my clit. His warm mouth crept close to my clit until he finally tongued the slit of my pussy.

I jolted my hips up.

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