Page 77 of Vampire's Breath

A cross between a moan of pain and desire fell from her lips. My cock grew at the thought of making her scream—of hearing her beg me to stop and make her come all at once, undone by delirious bliss. Next time.

“Lorcan,” she breathed. She pushed forward onto my hardness, then back to the finger threatening to penetrate her, her hand between her legs racing. “Please… please… more…” I massaged her breast harder, twisting her nipple and digging my fingers into it.

“That’s it, wildflower.” I rubbed my hand over the puckered hole, pressing in just to the point of feeling it open, but no more. She ground her teeth together. “You are so amazing. Give yourself to me. Let me feel that beautiful release.”

I pinched again with one hand while swirling the other on her asshole. Her mouth fell open. “Yes, come for me. Let me watch you.”

Her back arched as her cunt quivered. “Perfect, wildflower.” I pushed into her pulsing wetness, my balls tensing, growling as a stream of seed shot into her.

“Now, come harder.” I ground into her deeper, pinched a little more, and swirled my hips, her cunt grasping and pulling at my cock uncontrollably. The most exquisite sobbing whimper I have ever heard fell from her throat as her hand fell to the wrist nearest her tormented nipple. She pushed back, gasping, taking the tip of my finger in her ass.

She clung to my wrist, easing herself over my shaft as her body trembled, her face telling me she was savoring the feeling of both my cock and finger inside her, giving me what I desired. Her head hung back, her eyes closed, her mouth open, blood pulsing through her neck. Briar. My beautiful fucking wildflower.What I desired… I didn’t even think twice as I sank my fangs into her, just as Ashdowne wanted to do to Isobel.

And Briar was mine.

My eyes jolted open, and I realized I had fallen into a rough sleep. My back was stiff from resting against the stone wall all night. It was hard to tell it was daytime; the sheets of rain continued to batter the walls. I looked at my phone, and there was still no service, but I found it was nearly noon.

The storm still raged as I made my way to the ferry office.

The same man from yesterday was there again.

He looked up as I entered, his face twisting. “What happened to you?”

“Never mind that.” I stood directly in front of him. “When does the next ferry leave?”

He shook his head. “Still no ferries. This storm isn’t supposed to let up until tomorrow morning.”

“That can’t be,” I growled. This couldn’t be happening. I had been so close to her yesterday, and every moment I was trapped here was another moment she got farther away. My patience snapped. My hand slammed against the desk harder than I intended, splintering the wood beneath it.

The man stepped back, fear flickering across his face. “Look,” he stammered, “I-I don’t know who you are, but… You need to leave.”

I didn’t care anymore. I stormed around the desk and towered over him, grabbing the front of his shirt and twisting my fist into the fabric. His shoes scraped the ground as I lifted him, a strangled gasp escaping his throat as his fingers clawed at my wrist.

“Where is there a boat?” I demanded, my pupils shifting. The compulsion seeped into my voice, curling around his mind, forcing him to tell me what I needed to know.

His eyes glazed over. “M-my neighbor’s husband brought a boat home last night,” he said, his voice trembling. “He’s a fisherman. Couldn’t take the ferry because of the storm.”

I bared my teeth. “And where is this boat? Do you know how to sail it?”

He swallowed. “I-I can manage it. It’s moored just outside, but the storm…”

I turned and dropped him to his feet. “Let’s go.” I pushed him ahead of me and followed him out the door to a fishing trawler tied at the end of the pier.

“That one.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you.” I glared at him. “Go.”

We climbed aboard, and he started the engine, guiding the vessel into the open water.

As we pulled away from the shelter of the dock, the waves surged higher. The sea raged around us like the turmoil inside me, crashing into the sides of the boat with a fury that felt personal. The cabin door blew open, and rain lashed into my back.

I clenched my jaw. “How long will this take?” I demanded, screaming to be heard over the noise of the storm.

“I-I don’t know,” he stammered. “The sea is…” A wave crashed over the bow of the boat. “This is madness!” he shouted, his knuckles white as he gripped the wheel. “We have to turn back.”

“No,” I snarled. “I have to get to her.”

He lifted his chin, scoffing. “You’re still chasing that woman?”

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