Page 45 of The Midnight Order
“Fuck.” Grabbing my throat, I step backward, dropping the vial onto the ground.
It shatters.
“Asher?!” This time, worry is braided in her tone.
“Too good.” It’s all I get out before I feel the shift in my chest. In my entire body.
I lunge for her, landing over her, a hair’s breadth from her face. My hands grip the bars as I barely contain the need to rip her throat to pieces.
“You taste like nothing I’ve ever had the pleasure of savoring.”
My voice doesn’t even sound like me.
I sound deranged.
More than usual.
“You said you wouldn’t drink from me. Remember?” she whispers, but there’s the slightest bit of arousal seeping through the air like a current of electric humming through a wire.
“I did say that, Silver.”
Her pupils dilate at my saying her name.
“Just one more taste,” I tell myself, and a hazy look falls over Silver’s features.
“Are you supposed to drink from me?”
Hissing, I scrape my fang up her neck.
“Asher,” she whispers, and it no longer sounds like she’s pleading with me to stop. It sounds like a hopeful benediction.
An unholy snarl rips from my throat as I lose control for the first time since Valentina.
My teeth sink into Silver’s neck, and her sweet blood pours into my mouth after her vein bursts. Flavors as rich as caramel and butter rush my tastebuds like the first colors of fall.
I moan as her body oozes arousal, the scent of it permeating the air surrounding us.
“Asher! What the fuck are you doing?!”
It’s Corvin, and I know I should stop.
But I can’t.
Silver’s cries of pleasure call my body to respond. I lick her neck wound closed, grinding over her center with my hardness through both our clothes.
“Get out!” I growl to Corvin, turning on him with wild eyes to convey my message.
The hurt flashing through his eyes back at me isn’t something I can dwell on at the moment, however.
The door slams as I skim my hand beneath Silver’s nightgown, shoving her panties to the side to find her perfect center drenched from my bite.
“Sweet Silver, you’re soaked.”
“Please, touch me. More, please,” she begs, and I know the euphoria she’s swimming in because I know what a punch my venom packs.
Corvin would say to stop. To not push her while she’s under my influence, but how can I?
When the sounds she’s making are so sweet and perfect.
