Page 99 of Desired for Her Blood
Even as I sense myself transforming, fading to death, I feel more certain of who I am, of what I am, than I have my entire life.
Joy and pleasure swarm inside me to push out the last of the pain, replacing it with an aching desire and an abounding love for the three men I sense around me.
Wake up. Wake up.
I need to be alert, so that I can share my ever-expanding love with these men one last time before I die.
Inside me, power surges—a blinding light full of energy that’s about to explode—an energy so strong it seems to shake the entire world around me.
My eyes snap open; so does my mouth, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“Shield her,” someone shouts. “Another explosion!”
Rocks fall around us and my mind snaps into focus.
I remember where I am.
The cave.
The explosions.
Axe’s attempt to turn me.
Everything floods back at once, along with a blinding lust—a desperate need for both sex and blood.
Overcome, I trace my tongue over my teeth and…
I have fangs!
All three men are all very close. Whose vein should I take first?
The torrent of falling rocks subsides, and the men release the dome they formed around me.
“Holy shit,” Ryker says drawing my gaze. His face is covered in awe and his eyes sparkle with joy. “It fucking worked.”
My lips part, and Axe sucks in a sharp breath. Reaching up, I stroke his cheek and he growls softly, almost a purr, in response.
“How do you feel?” Zuben asks, his hand sliding over my naked body, leaving electric charges in its wake.
“Thirsty.” My voice is clearer than I expect given how dry it feels, but then I realize my throat and moutharen’tactually dry. My overpowering thirst isn’t driven by a need for water…
“Blood!”
“Should I feed her?” Axe asks Zuben.
The cave rumbles and I register that we are still in the water as it sloshes around me.
“We do not have time.” Zuben bends over me. “Can you wait?”
Reaching up for his head, I pull Zuben’s throat toward my fangs and bite.
Zuben’s blood, straight from his vein, pumps into me using the combined force of his heart and the pull of my suction. It’s taste and impact are both exquisite, and I groan as its power-giving properties flood my system.
“Not too much, little dove,” Ryker says near my ear. “Even the robot needs some blood in his system, if we’re going to swim out of here.”
I break away from Zuben’s throat and kiss Ryker, the sweet, thick taste of my Egyptian still in my mouth, and I fumble under water for Ryker’s cock.
“We need to leave now!” Zuben says.
