Page 176 of The Midnight Order
The lights dim, and spiders dance across my skin, followed by a sickly nausea that leaves my insides reeling.
“She’s mine!” Lowell snarls, breaking away from my throat with a wet pop. His mouth is covered in my blood, and his eyes look feral.
He dives back into my neck, this time closing my wound before ripping my clothes to shreds, baring me to the temperate woods.
My nipples harden, my pussy clamping down at the way he’s looking at me.
Like I’m not only his meal but his oxygen.
He stopped feeding.
That means he’s not some slayer, right?
“Come here, little lamb,” he commands, and I’m putty against the tree, trying my best to push away from it.
Jasper lurks close, watching every move his maker makes.
Not that he can do anything.
He’s as helpless as I am.
When I falter on my feet, however, Jasper’s behind me. He catches me. Cradles me while Lowell finds my aching sex with two fingers.
“Don’t fall, little lamb. There are monsters in these woods. They might catch you.” Lowell’s whispered words over my ear send shivers through my body as Jasper snarls.
His fingers move back and forth, caressing me from clit to entrance, driving me mad. My body is already amped up from his venom and the very fact that he could feed from me at all.
I’m his.
And his being able to resist the urge to kill me has to mean something.
A whimpering plea for more escapes my lips, and more snarls come from behind me.
They’re all here.
Each of the Thorngray Vampires followed me into these woods, and now I have a feeling that I’m about to become a toy between them, my cries blending into the wind that’s chipping away at the trees surrounding me.
Wiggling, I attempt to capture Lowell’s evasive fingers that still haven’t sunken into my center, but he hisses at me when one male wraps his arms around the tree at my back and brackets my hips in place against Jasper, his erection pressing into my ass.
“Hold still, sweetheart.” Asher, then.
His warm breath becomes a soft chuckle against my ear as Lowell drops to his knees, eyeing me from below like a hungry animal.
“Oh, come on, Lowell. Give the lady what she asked for,” Asher growls, rounding to my left, placing a hand on Lowell’s shoulder as he tosses me a wink.
My heady eyes flick over toward Corvin, who stands off to himself to my right, his thumb running over his bottom lip as he watches.
“He loves to watch,” Asher whispers, and my stomach flips at the prospect of having them all together as I fall apart.
“You’re ours now, little lamb. The key to our salvation. The weakness of every male here.” Lowell’s so close to my core that I feel every word against it. “But you have a choice. There’s always a choice. What do you choose?”
My eyes dart from one male to another, capturing each of their red glares beneath their masks as the full moon above illuminates the sky.
Jasper looks down over my shoulder. “Will you be ours?”
So much has happened since I drove into this town. There are so many threads going in all directions. But even as I contemplate them all, they feel as if they don’t weave into a complete canvas without each one of them.
Without all of them.
