Page 191 of The Midnight Order
“We have to tell the others,” she says, looking up at me sleepily. She’s exhausted herself crying. There are small broken blood vessels around her eyes from the force of her emotion, and I hate how badly I want to suck the little bits of blood out of her skin just to taste her. To savor her.
“We will. I don’t think the curse is going to break in the next five minutes, do you?”
She shakes her head, sniffling.
“Then take the time that you need.”
She runs her hand over half of my cheek, left exposed by the mask. “You know, you’re very sweet when you need to be.”
I try to smile, but the hunger gnawing at me has other plans, and the black veins on my face slither to the surface as my fangs elongate and leak venom from her touch.
I clear my throat, trying to calm the reaction, but can’t shake it.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, nudging her off my lap.
She gets back on my lap, straddling me.
“Silver,” I warn, the thirst burning up my throat as my nails dig into her hips. “I can’t do this right now. You’re too raw, and I need a bit of space. I need Corvin.”
“You don’t need Corvin, Ash. I’m right here.”
She traces kisses up my throat, and my cock fills with blood, tugging against the piercings in it.
Euphoric.
Being with Silver is euphoric.
I can’t help but give her a little taste from below, writhing against her center. She’s in leggings and an oversized sweater that I think is Lowell’s, but her pants are thin enough that my piercings bump along her sex, causing her to moan.
“You know, you haven’t tasted me since the basement.”
My mind travels back, thinking of how she looked pressed against the cross, how her sweet center felt drenched and slipping over my fingers, and I realize I’m tormenting myself more.
“It wasn’t our time.”
“Before, you stole your time.”
I grin as I recall dragging her down the hall, her screaming as I stole through the manor with her. “I did. Didn’t I?”
“Is now our time?” she whispers against my lips and thoughts of tying her down to this bed and feeding from her until mybody and this hunger are satisfied and then fucking her until I’m depleted of energy dance through my brain.
“We have to talk to the others,” I remind her, contradicting my earlier sentiment.
“But you said?—”
I lift my head, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth. My sensitive hearing catches the moment one of my teeth breaks the barrier of her skin, and her flavor gesticulates across my taste buds, making me groan.
My cock gets harder. Soon, the fucking thing will break off. “I know what I said. I’m trying to stay sane here. If I don’t, you won’t like what I do.”
She pulls back, licking the bead of her blood off her lip.
That was mine!
“Tell me. Tell me what you’ll do to me if we don’t stop.”
Her words pull me away from the irrational anger at the stolen blood.
Reaching up, I wrap my hand around her throat. Her pulse rapidly beats into my skin the tighter I squeeze. The look in her eyes becomes needy, fierce with a fire that I want to stoke higher and higher until this entire manor is burned to fucking ash.
