Page 48 of The Sanguine Selection
Part of me wonders if, perhaps, vampires do not feel the cold as humans do. Maybe they are hot all the time and that’s why they dress us in such thin attire. I shake my head in disbelief, still in shock that such things are real.
The covers are so warm as I cuddle inside them, bundling myself up into a cocoon. I leave one candle flickering on my nightstand as my eyelids grow heavy and close on their own accord. It only takes mere moments before sleep pulls me into its comforting arms.
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I wake suddenlyfrom a deep sleep, my senses heightened, hairs on my body prickling. My breathing shallows as a fear creeps up my body from my head to my toes, goosebumps rising with each sparse breath.
“Who’s there,” I call out to the dark room. No answer as I shift my gaze to the windows, noting that no light shines beyond them. Nighttime is upon the land. And in the night is when the monsters wake.
A sinister laugh bellows, echoing all around me, male and terrifying. A second joins the cruel voice, deeper, a snarl. I curl my body into a ball, desperate to hide myself, knowing I'm defenseless. But there’s no way in this room right? Only through those iron bars…
A scrape, a rush of fabric, a hiss, and a sizzle. The candle flickers out and I’m plunged into darkness. Try as I might to stay calm, a scream ripples up my throat as a pair of glowing eyes appear above me, yellow and terrifying. My covers are pulled away and a hand clamps over my mouth as a second pair of eyes, orange and frightening, hovers over my head.
Terror builds as my wrists are snatched and my arms are yanked up, held over my head. Another growl, a groan, and the whisper of cold fingers skate down my sides to the bottom of my nightgown. Tears fall from my eyes as the fabric is lifted, higher and higher, exposing my naked body below it.
I try to wriggle, kicking out with a leg, but that is caught as well and yanked to the side, held between the thighs of the creature with yellow eyes. A nose runs down the length of my neck, sniffing, while an icy hand palms my core. I can’t breathe, can’t move, suffocating under the weight of them. One chuckles deeply, a tongue licking up my inner thigh.
“Drink quickly, we do not have much time,” one whispers, his scent earthy, like fallen leaves.
The one between my legs pauses at my center, his hair tickling my legs. “Oh, I plan on doing much more than that.”
As his tongue licks up my slit I scream against the hand covering my lips, then bite.
“Oww!” A pained bellow cleaves the darkness and the orange eyes no longer hover over me. “She fucking bit me!” A slap lands across the side of my face, and it’s like I’ve been woken from my stupor, my fear subsiding. Anger battles with the terror inside me and I shout, then kick out with my free leg, connecting with the man between my thighs.
Body freed, I roll off the bed and try to crawl underneath it, hoping they’re too big to reach me here. But hands encase my ankles and pull me back, my bare backside pressed against the crotch of one attacker. “Ahh, yes, I do like it from this angle, little human. My cock will fit so nicely in your ass.”
“No! Please!” I cry, clawing at the ground as a thumb sounds in front of me.
A second later my hair is pulled back, my cheeks squeezed in an unforgiving grip, the male panting hard. “Open up, bitch. I’m going to shove my cock so far down your throat you’ll be seeing stars.”
The one behind me shifts, and I know he’s taking off his pants. A spank lands on my ass. I shriek, crying hard.
“Please!” I plead once more, and the one behind me laughs.
“I do like it when they beg, but not as much as I want to hear you scream.”
Help!I shout in my head, as fingers dig harder into my cheeks, my jaws widening.Help me, please!I don't know who I’m begging—to the gods I guess, although they’ve never answered me before. Something long and hard slaps at my lips, while something else prods at my ass.
My hips are held firm, my head locked in place. And I can’t even see my attackers. Flashes of my time held in the woods between the vampire and the wolf flare in my mind. The vampire…he hissed when he came into contact with my necklace. I’d give anything to have that back. Anything. I ready myself for the pain as something pushes against my asshole, another slipping inside my mouth—
A harrowing growl slices through the darkness and the air inside my room grows thick as if a fog has nestled inside of it. The male before me suddenly disappears, then a crash vibrates the floor. The grip on my ass vanishes in the same way before another slam resounds. I then realize I’m free and scramble away, trying to find a safe corner in the dark.
Snarls and growls, the scent of blood. Screams and snapping bones. I cower in a corner, my legs drawn up, hands covering my lowered head. One final anguished and drawn out bellow, then silence. It’s like time itself has paused and I dare not even breathe for fear of being caught. I even will my heart to stop beating, the pulse so loud in my ears.
“Get. Up.” The command comes on the edge of a growl but is said with so much power and authority. Fear returns, making my limbs tremble. “I shall not tell you a second time.”
I swallow hard and glance up. Through the darkness I see two pairs of glowing eyes, one red and one silver—not the attackers. “I’m scared,” I admit to them, unsure why I feel safe enough to say that out loud.
“Good. Fear will keep you in your place,Blood Slave.”
A moment of silence, the eyes just staring at me unblinking as I try and force my shaking limbs to obey their command. Slowly, I rise, but stay pressed to the wall, arms hugging myself as footsteps rush down the hallway outside, the glow of a light source growing brighter.
“My kings,” Jasper pants, eyes wide as he enters my room. His black robe has come loose, pajamas beneath it. He must have been asleep. “I came as fast as I could. What happened?”
Kings…
Dread fills me as I shift my gaze from Jasper to the vampires with the glowing eyes. The twins. Even shrouded in shadow their presence is overwhelming. They tower above me, broad shoulders giving way to tapered waists. Shirtless, the candlelight flickers over rippled muscle, inhuman physiques. But even more imposing than their size, is their presence. It’s…suffocating, clogging my throat and dizzying my thoughts. My gaze settles on the pair of gleaming silver eyes. “Ready the crate, Jasper. Have it brought to our chambers immediately.”
