Page 8 of Desired for Her Blood
Is magic the reason for everything that’s happened to me—to us? I’ve never needed or missed my mother more. I desperately wish she’d explained all this to me before she died.
Turning away from the men, I pace across the cave, hoping to shake off the unease scrambling under my skin. Crossing the cave’s diameter and then back, I clench my fists, trying not to scream, wishing I could punch something, do whatever it takes to distract me. Because lust is again pushing up hard against my fear.
Sex would take care of the lust, and maybe also help me temporarily forget about the fears and questions, but sex seems wrong while I’m so conflicted, and how could I possibly choose between these two men?
My feelings for Ryker are stronger, but I can’t deny I care for them both—lust after them both—and I can’t risk making the animosity between them worse.
And how can I even be thinking of sex when I don’t understand what magical powers I might have or how I might accidentally use them?
Fuck.
Dropping down to a crouch, I wrap my head in my hands.
Both men are at my side in an instant, their hands on my back.
“Are you in pain?” Zuben asks, as Ryker asks, “What can I do to help?”
I straighten quickly.
My body wants to jump out from inside my skin. I need something,anythingto distract me from all the emotions and hormones fighting inside me.
If I stay one more moment this close to these men, I’ll beg them to fuck me—both of them—at the same time.
G’ah!The notion of two hard cocks moving inside me at once only amplifies my raging needs and makes it even harder to think about anything else.
This newfound sex drive is alien, feral and scary—so uncontrolled and…and possibly magic?
That thought is the most horrific. And given what Ryker and Zuben think I did to Octavia, and maybe Psycho, I don’t want to accidentally release any unknown powers again.
I stare at the pounding waterfall that’s churning the water and spreading rippling waves across the surface, but the turmoil created by the increased water flow is nothing compared to what’s battling inside me.
Maybe the power of that smashing water could crush my raging lust. And then looking at the water reminds me that Axel is missing.
“Axe!” I shout. I turn toward the other men. “I bet I know where he is.”
“Where?” Ryker’s hand traces down my spine, making me want to jump into his arms. But I step forward, away from his tempting touch.
“Behind the waterfall,” I say without turning back.
“I will look there for him.” Zuben starts to loosen his tie.
“No, I’ll go.” I stare at the waterfall. “I need some time alone. Please.”
I run forward and then dive.
Zuben shouts, “No!” and Ryker shouts, “Be careful!” but both voices are muffled, swallowed by the water rushing in my ears and the sharp sting of the cold water hitting my skin.
Surfacing from the dive, I gasp for air and feel the tug of my jeans pulling down. Yanking them off, I throw them toward shore, shocked when I hear the wet denim land with a slap on the stone. I don’t think I’ve ever thrown anything so far, never mind something that heavy.
The guys look surprised by my strength too, and I turn from them and dive under the water, luxuriating in the stinging caress of the cold on my overly sensitive skin, loving how it touches me everywhere, like a million sharp kisses, but I especially love how the water strokes between my legs when I kick.
Shit. Instead of cooling my desires, the water is heightening them further.
I need to find Axe. He’s the safest of the three men for me to be around right now, because he’s the only one I know is reluctant to fuck me.
My lungs burning, I burst through the water’s surface, gasping for air. As much as vampire blood has an effect on me, it doesn’t give me the ability to breathe underwater, or whatever it is that vampires do to stay down for longer.
And although my vision does seem better than it should be in the dark, it’s pitch black underwater, and if Axe is down there, I’ll never be able to find him.
