Page 20 of Blood Bought

He moved over to Isabel and met my gaze one last time as his fangs popped out for the first time in front of me, and then he sank them into her neck with a low growl.

Everything after that was a blur. The three of them fed on her as they took her apart, making her come until she was shaking and barely getting any sound out at all, and all I could think was that I was going to die a virgin. I was pretty enough, I knew that, and this shouldn’t have been my life. I should’ve been courted, found someone to settle down with, started a family of my own and watched my little sister grow up and do the same.

Instead, I was here, inexplicably drawn to a man I couldn’t stand, a man who likely wasn’t even capable of ever loving me, if I were even capable of loving him.

And I hated it.

Chapter Nine:

Being back in my ownroom instead of a cell felt like a betrayal, right up until Aerin stopped by to tell me that Janice was fine. I was even allowed to see her for a moment, and while she seemed out of it and her neck was a bloody mess, her pulse was strong.

Alaris had lived up to his word and kept Ciro in check.

When she left, I found myself curled up on my bed and daydreaming about how it all happened. The anger in his eyes when I’d asked to have a partner that wasn’t him, the way he tossed her around but made sure she always landed somewhere soft. The way he told Renzo “enough” when he got a little carried away sucking her blood, and instead guided Ren’s mouth back to her pussy.

I’d tried more than once — much to my chagrin — to see what Alaris was packing between his own legs, but he’d somehow managed to stay in positions where I couldn’t see him, just the silhouette of his round, perfect ass or the rings of his eyes as he guided her head and fucked her throat.

My anxiety during that had been at an all-time high after what happened to Elenor, but Alaris seemed determined to prove he didn’t always lose control. He stayed perfectly calm, perfectly poised as she gagged and writhed on his cock with Kellian fucking her slow, and his eyes never left mine.

Not once.

Not even when he came, pulling her down harder and making her swallow it all. Her, not me. Someone fucking else. Someone I’d picked myself.

Why,whydid I pick her myself and why was I so fucking jealous of the way he constantly checked on her and made sure she was well taken care of afterward? The Alaris I saw there was nothing like the one I saw during the day, but I had no way of knowing if it was Isabel’s perfect obedience and complete compliance that did the trick, or just sex in general.

Would he have been like that with me?

I screamed into my pillow as I tried to think about anything else at all. I hated how attracted I was, how curious I was, the pull I felt toward him even though I knew I shouldn’t. I resented the naive virgin inside of me who desperately wanted that level of attention and care that Isabel got from Alaris, Kellian and Renzo.

The orgasms.

The bliss.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I groaned into the pillow. “Why?”

“How much time do you have?”

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