Page 21 of Trapped for Her Blood
Fuck. I’ve always trusted my instincts but they’re failing me today.
I go for the kiss, but Octavia pulls back, laughing. “Not yet, lover.” Her hand traces over my chest as she dry humps my leg. “We’ll fuck as soon as the priest says we’re mates—I promise—and I want you so hard for me it hurts.”
“Not a problem.” I say through gritted teeth. My raging physical need, combined with Octavia’s unrelenting teasing…it’s all clouding my judgment.
There’s a knock on the door, one of her mates opens it, and a male vampire, dressed in a business suit, leads in a buxom human female. Long, wavy blonde hair bounces around the woman’s face and shoulders, dancing across the tops of her breasts, which are bursting from the top of a tight, low-necked black dress.
“Where do you want me, boss?” she asks Octavia, tracing the back of her hand down her throat.
“Not me.” Octavia pats my chest. “You’re feeding him.” Her hand drifts lower on my body, and my cock pounds. “Go on his other side.”
As the human sits, Octavia leans in, her lips next to my ear. “I’m going to hold your cock while you feed.”
The top button of my fly opens, and I leap off the sofa.
Octavia and the human both fall to the side. “What the fuck?”
“Thanks for the offer, darling, but I don’t need to feed.” I shoot a quick smile toward the human who looks disappointed as she collects herself.
The human’s disappointed, but Octavia is furious.
Shit.I stroke my hand over my package. “Come on, luv. Don’t be mad. I don’t want anyone’s blood before I take yours. Not on our wedding day.”
Lust replaces Octavia’s fury, and she kneels on the sofa, running her hand over her chest and belly, and then sliding it down between her legs. “Where is that fucking priest!”
Chapter Eight
Ember
I wakefor the second time in Axel’s arms, but this time he’s in the form of a man not a bear, and oh, what a man he is—both physically and in his character.
He was so scary and ferocious when he mistook me for a witch, but later he was so gentle, and the way he’s holding me now…I’ve never felt quite so safe and protected—like he’d kill anyone who even looked at me sideways.
At some point after I fell asleep, he fell asleep too, and we’re now both on our sides, him curled around me from behind, my head resting on one of his arms. His breathing is slow, like he’s in a very deep sleep, and each of his long protracted breaths moves his chest against my back, its light dusting of hair warm and soft and comforting.
Fully awake, I’m so comfortable I wish I could stay like this in his arms forever, but the light at the top of the cave is faintly white again and my mind keeps going to the new moon and the vampire feeding that might be taking place.
Axe said the new moon tonight was the only time that the vampires get fed. During the feeding, other humans will be down here in this dungeon, and blending into their midst might be my best chance for escape. Yes, it might also mean that I’ll have to let a strange vampire drink my blood, but if my plan works, that will be a small price to pay.
I won’t fall asleep like the other humans, which will be an advantage, and I don’t want to get stuck down here for another whole month.
Axe makes a low growling sound and moves in his sleep, and I feel the pressure of something hard, protruding through the fur and pushing against my butt cheek.
I gasp. His erection’s pressing hard against my ass.
I move my hips, just a tiny bit.
He groans, his hand nudging me closer against him, and as we lie there together, his warm breath and body surrounding me, his erection expands, pulsing against my ass through the thin fabric of my gown.
A ripple of desire runs through me, and I allow the fantasy to take hold. It’s not like I’d actually let it happen, but the idea of this thick strong man—his prominent muscles, his hairy body, his animalistic nature—all of that working together to thrust that huge hardness inside of me…
How would that feel? Something so big stretching and stimulating my soft sensitive places as he bores into me, as he overpowers me with his muscular body to drill his girth deep inside.
Squeezing my legs together I relish the small bit of gratification, as the dampness between my legs grows and my inner walls contract.
Axe moves again in his sleep, and reality pulls me out of my erotic fantasy. I’m not going to have sex with this man,this bear shifter, and even if I wanted to, right now I have much higher priorities.
I need to find the humans so I can escape.
