Page 17 of Midnight Reign
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, fuck about sums this situation up,” he says grimly.
I frown as I sense something more. “What is it?”
“What is what?”
“What is causing you to be all…” I wave my hand around. “Aggro.”
“Aggro?” he murmurs with a smile. “My father will be here soon, and then you will see why I’m aggro.”
“Your dad? I’m guessing he’s some big-wig vampire?”
“You could say that,” Ignatius snorts with amusement, which pisses Corvus off.
“Just go,” he growls.
Ignatius gives him the finger and me a grin and then vanishes in a flaming pillar.
“This is not fun,” I complain, flopping back on the bed and staring longingly at the flask.
“No,” Corvus says, whisking it away from my line of sight. “Small doses. You are already volatile. This will make you worse.”
“Can I have some synthetic, then?”
He pauses and then nods. “I’ll go and get you some.”
“Thanks,” I murmur, but then growl at him when he takes the flask with him. “Arsehole.”
I can hear his laugh all the way down the stairs, and I return my attention to Zaiah. He is looking at me with hooded eyes, and it sends a bolt of lust straight to my pussy.
“Now?” he asks with a smirk, stashing Orby under the pillow.
“Yes, now. I feel like last time wasn’t really real.”
“Oh, it was real, babes. But this time, I want you toknow.”
He moves in, climbing on the bed and shedding his clothes quickly.
Zaiah’s lips crash into mine as he pushes me back. His skin shimmers with an ethereal glow, his white eyes blazing with desire. I moan into his mouth, my hands roaming over his muscular back.
“Fuck, I need you,” I gasp as he trails kisses down my neck.
“Then take me,” he growls, his voice husky with want.
I flip us over, straddling his hips. My strength surprises me as I easily pin his arms above his head. Zaiah grins up at me, his form shimmering slightly.
“Someone’s feeling powerful,” he teases.
“You have no idea,” I purr, grinding against him.
I lean down to capture his lips again, savouring the taste of him. My fangs drop, pricking his bottom lip. The scent of his warm blood sends a jolt of hunger through me.
“Careful,” Zaiah murmurs, but there’s no fear in his eyes, only trust and desire.
I lick the droplet of blood from his lip, groaning at the taste. It’s different from the other blood I’ve tasted. Spicy, electric, intoxicating.
“More,” I demand, my voice rough with need.
