Page 6 of The Sanguine Selection
Beside me, Marek’s heart beats one thunderous thump, sounding like the crash of a gong to my ears. The fact that it lurched at all speaks volumes, because our hearts never beat. Ever. Unless our emotions have run high. Marek speaks again. “Too long has our rule come into question. Too long have we suffered the whispers of what it means to have twin kings, a rarity almost unheard of in all of vampiric history. Rumors have reached our ears that a wedge has embedded itself between Mikhail and I, that we are fighting more than we are uniting. That we are playing a constant game of tug of war with each other, trying to best one another instead of ruling as one, singular unit. Well today, we seek to disprove that and do something that’s never publicly been done before.”
Murmurs seep through those gathered, from the curious to the asinine, I hear them all. “Before more lies invade the coven…” I pause, letting the disapproval of such nonsense resound in the tone of my spoken words, “Let us invite our special guest forward. You may not have seen her before but I’m positive you know exactly who she is.”
Larissa.
Marek and I snap our fingers at the same exact moment, as if for a second our minds melded as one. Her scent engulfs my nose before she’s even entered the cavern. She smells sweet, like fresh honey on a dusky summer’s night. My tastebuds prickle at the mere memory of her blood still fresh on my tongue. My fangs itch, aching to sink into her flesh once more as our blood-slave appears at the far end of the aisle.
I’m thirsty. So very thirsty.
Her appearance is different from her fellow humans. The tincture we give her to heal contains trace amounts of our blood, enhancing her own body as a result. Her blonde hair shimmers, her milky skin almost glowing as she begins her journey toward us.
Unlike the other slaves, she is dressed in a sleeveless golden gown. The deep cut neckline of the bodice is low, almost to her belly button, displaying the supple swell of her breasts. Fuck, her perfect tits bounce softly as she moves in the most erotic way, her plump nipples tight from the cool air in the cavern are pressing enticingly against the thin fabric. I just want to take one between my teeth and bite, feel her jerk below me, hear her gasp at the pain, the pleasure.
The front hem of her gown is short, barely long enough to cover her cunt from the hungry eyes of the coven. The back hem is long, like a human wedding gown. I swallow hard as I take her in, knowing she’s bare beneath that gown for Marek and I do not allow her to wear underclothes.
Golden chains are wrapped around her upper arms in intricate knots. The length of her toned legs are also adorned with the delicate gold threads, making her look like an exquisite piece of jewelry of the rarest and highest quality.
Free from the thick arm and leg bands,Larissaalmost glides down the aisle, her bare feet gently padding across the floor. Her head is bowed, hands clasped before her, eyes downcast as a slave’s should be.
As she ebbs closer and closer to Marek and me, my senses heighten. Not only my pure lust and thirst for this human girl, but also a fierce feeling of protection, one I’ve not felt before regarding anything or anyone. The cavern is filled with hungry vampires, who react quicker than they think, whose cocks and cunts drive their desire more profoundly than their brains. That kind of restraint comes with time, and even then sometimes our instincts outweigh our senses.
Though I sense the enticement is there, to take her, drink from her,fuckher, they wouldn’t fucking dare. Not here. Not with both kings ever watchful.
Closer.
Closer.
A mere ten feet away.
Larissa.
How? How can a name hold such weight, such power? How can that one simple piece of knowledge change everything? That kind of power should be banished from all Sintara.
And yet, here it is, walking down the aisle in a golden gown, her long hair falling in soft waves down her back.
My fangs have already descended, and I know my eyes are gleaming red. My need, my unquenchable desire for this human is almost unbearable.
I need her.
Now.
Marek must sense my restraint waning, because he clasps his hand around my wrist squeezing just hard enough to pull me from the fog of seduction and starvation.Larissaascends the steps, stopping just before us. Her heart pounds in her chest, her breathing quickened. She’s afraid.
Good.
Her fear turns me on. And so does the thought of stripping her bare, draping her over my lap, and disciplining her ass for making my cock so hard.
Marek reaches for her first, lifting her chin, displaying her angelic face to us. Her pink lips part as she waits to see what we might have her do.
“So beautiful,” my twin hums softly, much too low for anyone but her to hear as he swipes his thumb over her lower lip. “My sweet little kitten. My brother and I are going to touch you now. Take you here, in front of thousands of hungry eyes.” Marek glides the back of his fingers down her cheek and neck, then fingers the thin strap of her gown. “And then, once your cunt is dripping and all your inhibitions are but a scent on the wind, we will drink from you.”
“Together,” I add and hear her suck in a breath, her pulse crashing inside her chest. “Yes, precious. Just imagine, both your kings taking from you at once. The pleasure you will feel is almost unimaginable. The bond we will make, unbreakable.”
I mimic Marek and grip one strap of her gown.Larissashudders as we lower the fabric, letting it graze over her nipples, slide over her hips, and pool at her ankles. My brother and I take a moment to breathe her in, to run our eyes over every decadent inch of her exposed flesh.
“Turn to face them now,” I urge. “Let them see how submissive and flawless the kings’ blood-slave is.”
A hush falls over the coven as all eyes peruse what belongs to me and my brother. She doesn’t even attempt to cover up, to hide herself. Like a true kings’ blood-slave, she simply endures what is asked of her.
