Page 2 of The Sanguine Selection
The veins bulge from my brother’s pale head, fury etching his expression. “We will not get rid of her!”
Mirthless laughter spills from my mouth. “I couldn’t if I tried. She’s a septicity in our blood but shouldn’t be to our bond.”
Mikhail runs a hand through his black hair, a perfect mirrored image of me. His now silvery eyes—our only difference as mine glow gold—close before reopening. “You’re right, brother. We’ve become covetous of our pet to the point where it’s blossoming into a problem between us. As you said, not only does it spell disaster for our crown, but also, for you and me. You are the only one I trust in this rapacious, savage world. My kingdom is your kingdom, and the blood-slave is ours—we will demonstrate this to our court tonight at The Claiming. We must remind them as you have reminded me. We’ll start by sharing her publicly.”
His words arrest me. We’ve never shared our slave in such a manner, drinking at the same time. To do so will send her pleasure—and ours—to new heights. Mikhail nods, his thoughts an echo of my own. Our unspoken acknowledgment makes everything else seem trivial.
Why hadn’t we done this from the beginning?
2
Marek
When I returnto her room, our pet sleeps soundly, curled up on her side, her pouty lips parted as she exhales, blonde hair blanketing the surrounding pillows. Even from a distance, I spy the tiny blue veins that crisscross her temple where her pale skin is thinner. I hear the whooshing of her blood, and the beating of her heart, and both create a throbbing pulse at the base of my cock.
A gentleman would let her rest, but I am not gentle nor even a semblance of a human man. I’m king, a vampire, and take what I want when I want—except concern for my blood slave seeps in, muddling my brain. Only Mikhail warrants my worry, but I rarely experience the emotion as he does nothing to unnerve me. However, this human woman seems to be doing just that and more.
Growling lowly, I tug the end of the blanket to reveal her seductive form, inch by tantalizing inch. The first supple part of her to appear are her tits, large and tipped with rosy nipples that beg me to suck on them. Then her slightly rounded stomach before tapering off to the apex between her thighs. The flare of her hip draws me forward as I pull the covering completely off her naked body.
My pet shivers but still slumbers. For now. Trailing a finger over her leg, I pause to caress her knee and am rewarded when she stirs in her sleep. By the time I reach the center of her legs, she’s shaking, an unconscious reaction to my touch. Even asleep, my slave recognizes what’s to come.
Rolling her onto her back, I grip the inside of her thigh, my fingers digging into my pet’s flesh. My grasp will leave a bruise against her light skin, and the possessive hunger inside of me unfurls with a vicious snap. My fangs elongate at the thought of marking this little human. She’s mine—and Mikhail’s—and I will eviscerate anyone else who even thinks to take her.
My slave awakens with a gasp when I spread her thighs wide and run my nose along the inside of her leg. It takes a moment for her blue eyes to focus and her mind to understand what’s happening, but by then, I’m tongue-deep in her pussy. The sound of her coming apart at my touch is almost as good as the taste of her coating my mouth.
“My king!”
Her breathy cry creates an inferno of lust in my veins that rages violently. Only one thing will smother the flames, but I must be patient. As much as I want to drink from her, I will wait until The Claiming to ensure she’s strong enough. But everything inside of me rebels and my fangs scrape perilously against her soft, welcoming flesh.
“Marek,” I snarl like a rabid animal. She rises up on her elbows, a questioning look dancing across her face. “My name is Marek—say it.”
She licks her lips, the bottom one glistening in the candlelight. “Marek.”
The second she voices my command, I shove my tongue back inside her tight warmth. Hearing her say my name sends a heady rush straight to my cock. No other slave has ever called me by such before—and no other ever will. There’s only her, my precious, submissive slave, and I reward her by licking her pussy like it’s my last meal.
I’m working my tongue so fast against her clit that I cut it with my fang. She screams in an erotic mix of pain and pleasure, as the sweet tang of blood scents the air and fills my mouth. Saliva mixes with the addictive flavor as I thirst for more. My blood pales in comparison to that of my blood slave. Perhaps one little sip won’t hurt…
Before I can test my will-strength, my pet comes undone, her orgasm a surprise I lap up like a ravenous wolf. Her orgasms are for me and Mikhail to control. She’s never come without our express approval, but instead of being angry, I wonder what had such a visceral reaction to rip the pleasure from her.
“I’m sorry.” She whispers her apology, but I’m too busy savoring her cunt squeezing my tongue with the aftershocks of her ecstasy to acknowledge her misbehavior. Now to replace my mouth with my cock. I’ll punish her later for coming without permission, but I must be inside of her first. Now. It’s the only thing that’ll appease the ache in my balls and fangs, aside from drinking her blood.
Nipping at her clit, I grip my pet’s hips and flip her onto her stomach, yanking her ass high into the air. My slave moans into the bed coverings as I sweep my tongue from front to back in slow circles. Not until she’s squirming under my touch do I slide between her slick folds, slamming my cock until I bottom out against the cleft in her ass.
Our combined groans ricochet around the chamber, just one note of many in this symphony of desire. Movement in my peripheral catches my eye, and I sweep a protective arm around my slave, hauling her to me. I pin her back to my chest as I unleash the deadly predator which always lurks inside of me.
My eyes bleed crimson in anticipation only to meet the scarlet gaze of my brother. I didn’t hear Mikhail come in, a testimony of how far gone I am with our slave, but from the fire in his stare and the hand around his rock-hard cock, he’s enjoying the show. For once, none of the possessive rage reflects in either of our gazes.
Instead, his urges me to continue. I angle our slave so that she sees my twin. Her sharp inhale thrusts her breasts high, and her pussy clamps like a vice around my length.She likes him watching.It takes all my control not to sink my teeth into the crook of her neck, the blood there beckoning me forward.
I bury my face in her golden curls, reaching up with my right hand to wrap around her neck. My left hand digs into her hip, anchoring her body to mine while I fuck her raw. Slowly, my fingers tighten their hold, cutting off her air and covering the spot I yearn to bite. I turn my head and lick the outer shell of her ear, relishing the tremor that racks her frame at my touch.
“Do you want to come again?” She nods mutely, unable to answer. “Mmmm, butshouldyou come again, is the real question. I’ll let you…after you tell me what tipped you over the edge before.”
My pet never tears her gaze from my brother’s face, but I hear her confession when I loosen my fingers.
“You made me say your name.”
A name was her undoing?
