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Damning words from such a pretty mouth.
I keep that particular thought to myself as I eye her throbbing jugular vein, dancing in time with her pulse. “We should get back inside and…”
Her grip on my dick tightens, and I thrust forward, my head bowing to her in servitude as I moan.
The sound carries across the lawns of Thorngray, traveling far enough to rustle birds in a nearby tree. The sound of them flocking away together nearly drowns out Silver’s following words.
“Give me this, Corvin. If you don’t give me anything else.” She licks her tongue over my bottom lip, and my fangs ache, dripping venom in answer to the tease.
“How will you stop me if I take too much?” My voice isn’t my own. In place of my normal calm tone is one I haven’t heard for decades. The darker side lurks in all of us Thorngray Vampires. It’s the side we try to tamp down while we drink Cuisara instead of feeding directly from the vein as we’d prefer.
“I won’t,” she says too late.
My fangs penetrate her throat, popping her vein and allowing her tangy, sweet blood to flow into my mouth.
I let it fill before taking the first damning swallow, growling as frenzy sets in and takes over my better nature.
She tastes so good.
“God, it feels so good,” she whines, and I know I’m taking too much. That I’ve laced her with too much venom.
But I’m so free.
She’s permitted me, even if my maker hasn’t.
I justify it in my brain and take another long drag before I hear footsteps behind me.
Internally, I’m thankful.
Because without intervention, I’d drain the life out of her and watch her crumple to my feet.
She tastes that good.
Chapter 38
Lowell
What I’ve walkedin on proves my theory that no one listens to me. Corvin is at Silver’s vein, suckling like a newborn vampire, lost to the blood song, who can’t stop. Even though I know Corvin is the most controlled of us.
Sinking my hands into his hair, I tug his mouth off of her vein. A hiss leaves his mouth, and a very dazed Silver finds me with her blown pupils.
Her blood leaks from the open wound at her vein, and I lick my lips. For a moment, I forget what blood does to me. I forget my entire past, as I wonder what she tastes like.
“You’re breaking a covenant of the order, my child,” I tell Corvin.
“It was worth it,” he growls. Blood-lust is in complete control of him, and there’ll be no reasoning.
“Asher, take your counterpart somewhere to allow him to come down safely,” I command, tossing him toward the male who lurks behind me.
“Yes, sire.” Asher captures Corvin, and I hear the two make off into the manor.
The way he drank from her tells me two things: she tastes even more divine than she smells and is hisPredestinat.
It’s good and bad.
She’s the thing that could take this infernal mask off my face. But she’s also the one who could rip this coven to bits.
She’s too gone to speak to me coherently, and I could kill Corvin for how much venom I can smell leaking from her throat.
