Page 36 of Undying Thirst

“Yes, Love.” He groaned and rubbed his nose against my clit.

“Tobias,” I moaned.

“Such a good girl.” He lifted his head to look me in my eyes. Red and gray flickered in his irises. “Come for me, Love.” His sharp incisors flashed with his words.

Blood and my need dripped off his chin, then his gaze turned fully red again and he sucked on my clit.

Crying out, I gripped Tobias’s shoulder, curling forward as a massive wave crashed into my pussy. I jerked against his mouth, riding out the roll of the orgasm as it dragged me into oblivion.

Asher gripped my chin and turned me toward him. His head dipped and he claimed my mouth. I flicked my tongue against his long fangs, swirling my tongue around them. He moaned and pulled back with a gasp. His gaze blazed with lust—I’d stretched out the collar of his shirt.

The aftershocks of the orgasm throbbed through my channel, needily clenching for something it ached for.

Tobias stiffened and withdrew his tongue from my throbbing clit. He slammed his hands into the bedsheets, and bunched the fabric so hard a loud rip echoed through the room.

With his hair in a disarray, he seemed even more youthful. He breathed in once, and his jawline bunched. I wanted to bury my nose into the smooth, creamy dip of his throat.

“I . . . I apologize,” he croaked and backed away, his gaze wide with horror. He wouldn’t stop blinking. Why was he so upset? Another retreating step.

I pushed to sit up.

“Priest,” Asher called, but Tobias was gone.

I frowned after him, but the room was spinning even more. What had I done wrong? Rubbing my face, I pressed my pointer fingers into my temples.

“I’m dizzy,” I muttered and then collapsed.

Asher’s arms curved around my body and he flattened me against his hard chest. He had such a long torso—the long, Viking vampire. Unfairly tall and muscled. And there were two of them!? Unfair.

Asher had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. The arm on the bed slid under my ear. Veins bulged in his forearm. Blood ran in those veins. Delicious blood. A sweet taste that offered that expanded warmth in my belly. I just wanted more.

I nuzzled closer. His skin was warm against my cheek as it always was after he’d fed. I grazed my nose against the soft skin on the inner side of his elbow.

It tasted so good . . .

I sank my teeth into his bicep. The sweet tang spread on my tongue. Asher hissed near my ear. I managed to swallow twice before the grip on the back of my neck forced me to let go.

Vampire blood made me feel strong and capable. Something I’d sorely lacked for such a long time.

The door slammed open and Ren stared at us from the threshold in only jeans. I shoved upright, Asher alongside me.

Ren’s gaze focused in on me.

“Hand her to me.”

Asher’s fingers dug into the back of my neck where he hadn’t released me after I’d bitten him. I grimaced. That bite didn’t look good and I was surprised the hold he had on me remainedrelatively tame. Blood pooled at the surface of the indents of my teeth on his skin.

The rushed footsteps coming behind Ren snapped me out of my drooling. A slim woman with dripping bite marks in her neck rushed into the room. Her chest heaved over the collar of the strappy, black crop top.

“I can send another donor to please you, Mr. Crimson.” She careened to a stop, her eyes widening on Asher and me. “Asher.” She breathed, and the tone made it clear they’d spoken before.

“She’s one of our human donors,” he murmured in my ear.

I scowled, before I could smooth my expression.

Asher smirked.

“You still have it in you to be jealous.”

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