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“Mmmm.”
“Or someone filled with shame?”
She moaned again, mindless to whatever it was he said. Other male grunts of pleasure met her ears.
“You like being a good girl?” Bastille asked her, moving his fingers even faster now. So fast.Oh, Gods. “You like being a dirty little slut for me?”
“Yes!”
At her admission, Bastille dropped his hands from her and stepped back.
Her mouth fell open in shock. “Wha—What are you doing?”
“I told you the game only lasted until you admitted it.”
Trembling with need, she fumbled over her words. “But I…I—”
“Need to come?”
She hated swallowing her pride like this, but her pussy wept for him to finish what he started. “Please, Bastille.”
Chapter 13
“Please, Bastille.”
He shrugged coolly. “No.”
She looked ready to cry.
Meanwhile, Nikolai stared at Luna’s neck from across the room, barely holding onto his self-control. None of the men noticed how large his pupils had grown. How his fangs had lengthened. They were all too distracted watching her as Nikolai licked his lips.
The vampire had not told any of them about his not having fed in two weeks. Not a single drop of blood. His nightmares had been plaguing him—always fueled by taking another’s blood—and he had tried to abstain and gain some clarity. Lately, his mind was always on the brink of madness—not that he let it show.The more I drink, the more victims’ memories haunt me.The less I drink, the more the hunger controls me.
At that moment, the hunger gripped him. Hard.
“Bastille,” Luna yelled at him for leaving her high and dry. Her overly-excited, thumping heartbeat was audible to Nikolai. The unique, mouth-watering scent of her warm blood pumping under that smooth skin filled the living room.
Fuck.
His throat burned for a taste of her. She smelled so sweet, like flowers and chocolates.Like Valentine’s Day. The month of red.
He licked his lips again, his fangsachingto pierce her skin. Her creamy, soft skin. Just sinking his teeth into her would be Heaven. Her breath would hitch in surprise; her nipples would pebble for him. She would instantly stiffen at the sensation of his bite, but the second he drank from her, her body would go limp and utterly relaxed for him.
His cock stiffened at the thought of biting her.
She is already turned on. Now was the perfect moment.The pinch of my fangs would fill her with ecstasy.
Unbeknownst to the three other men, Nikolai’s mind underwent a raging battle. Shouldn’t bite her.Want to bite her. Shouldn’t.Thirsty.
It had been too long. For weeks, he had suppressed his hunger.
No longer.
His vampiric speed allowed him enough time to appear behind Luna, steal her from Bastille, dig his fingers into the locks of her pretty white-blond hair, and pierce his fangs into her neck.
One moment, Luna was vibrating with lustful need and fighting with Bastille. The next, her head was thrown back and a sharp pain erupted in her neck. Searing pain… And then…Pleasure.
Hot. Scorching.Pleasure.
