Page 44 of The Midnight Order
She swallows audibly as I run my finger over her throat.
“How will you get my blood otherwise?” She cranes her neck, acting like she doesn’t want my hand on her.
She forgets I can hear her racing heart and smell her arousal.
She forgets I’m inhuman.
“I’ll drink from the vial Corvin gave me, of course. Only a taste.” My whispered words flit over her open lips as I hover close, looking down into her lust-riddled face.
This is part of our allure.
The call of the vampire to those less than.
The thing that reels our prey closer when they should back away.
“Only a taste,” she repeats.
“Why do I get the distinct feeling youwantme to drink directly from you, love?” I tease my finger over her collarbone, and her breathing hitches.
“I didn’t say that…”
“You didn’t have to. I can hear the truth you keep silent in each beat of your heart.”
Her eyes roll back as I tease my hand beneath her silk nightgown, moving closer to her perky nipple that’s calling to me.
“What if I am your fated?” she asks.
“If you are my Predestinat, then your testing will go further. You’ll then need to see if you’re Jasper’s and if you’re Lowell’s.”
She shivers, and I smirk.
“Not a fan of Lowell’s, huh? I’m surprised. It’s usually me they don’t like.”
“There’s nothing wrong with him. It’s just… he was watching me. Just standing in my yard.”
“We’ve all been watching you, love. Look at you.” My hand finally finds her breast.
It’s full and soft, heavy, and Silver arches off the rack into my touch as I roll her hard nipple between my fingers.
Even with all the alluring draw that our presence brings to the situation, I don’t know if I’ve ever witnessed one of them so responsive to us.
Other thanher, of course.
And she’s the reason we’re here.
Cursed.
Growling, I remove my hand from beneath Silver’s gown.
“It’s time.” Marching over to the small fridge where I know Corvin stored the extra vial he took, for if his trial got to this point, I tug it open and remove it.
Silver’s eyes are on me as I chug the small amount of her blood back, and it’s as if she’s hanging on bated breath to know the results.
I don’t know if that’s good or bad.
Her blood spills down my throat and into my belly, captivating not only every cell in my body but calling a snarl from my throat.
“Asher?” she sputters, and my name from her mouth does nothing for the burning in my throat.
