Page 247 of A Dance of Water

Voices pierced the haze of pain, but Luella did not move, tucked close against Tharen’s chest as the mountains continued to tremble around them.

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BLEEDING GRACE

AZ

In the dark corridors of the Temples of Aedis, Az bit down on his fist, teeth tearing into the flesh of his knuckles to stop the low groan that bubbled up in his throat.

Gods.

Every sigh, every whimper—the demon heard it all with his acute senses.

And every little noise Lu made was torture.

But at least he wasn’t the only one suffering.

The demon’s amber eyes lifted, finding Bastian, where he sat on the stone floors, head tipped back against the walls. The vampire’s eyes were closed, but Az wasn’t an idiot—Bastian was just as affected as he was.

A cry sounded behind the stone door—a large circle that rolled to the side, hiding where he, Bastian, and Graves lay in wait. They could not stray far from their Vincire, not with the bond echoing through them like the thunder rumbling through the thick stone of the mountains.

The small storage room was where they were condemned to listen in on the Prima steal their Vincire’s first climax. There was a small exit at the side, leading to winding passages that opened up to a private trail in the mountains, where the Temple Mothers received deliveries.

Graves was silent, as usual; his hood was pushed back, but hiscowl concealed the lower half of his face. He stared, unwaveringly, at the stone door. He had barely moved.

The three males stiffened at a soft cry, muffled behind the stone.

It was Bastian who broke the tentative silence. "The way she sounds…" The vampire’s throat worked.

The call roared with an amalgamation of feelings. Fear, nervousness, but above all: desire—entwining closely with his own. Where did her desire and his converge?

His cock ached as he recalled how sweet her lips tasted.

He wanted to be the one to drag those sounds from her lips. Taste her. Touch her. Learn every spot that made her sound so sweet. But he was… nothing. Had been with no one. Unworthy to be with her.

Az’s inner musings were shattered by a thrum of terror that tugged in his gut. Lust turned to agony.

He stumbled, and Bastian shot up to a stand.

The mountain shook around them, dust raining from above, making him cough.

Amid the grey dust particles from the disturbed sediment, Graves went deathly still. "If that prick hurt her, I will pluck his eyeballs out with the nerve endings attached and string them up over a fire so he can feel them burn slowly."

Hot, thick rage burned inside Az.

"Beast, the door," Bastian prodded.

Ever the calm one, the vampire inclined his head, but his eyes were deep red as he ran his tongue over the tip of his fangs. They stepped aside to allow Az to brace his hands on the edge and push. The stone rolled away, revealing the room within.

The air was thick with her scent, strawberries ripe with desire, and a cream so thick and sweet that it melted against his tongue with every breath. It was an effort to walk with the way his cock swelled.

Iron blood filled the room. More than just a drop.

"What in the Above…" Bastian breathed.

Overwhelmed by the scent of her blood, so pungent it nearly overtook the sweetness of her arousal, Az didn’t see it at first.

But when he did, his legs turned numb as he stumbled forward. "Gods.Lu."

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