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Then her eyes flash red, and her lips part. She takes two fingers and enters me, filling me up in a way I didn’t know I needed so badly to be filled.
At the same moment, she sinks her fangs back into my neck, the sharpness of her canines satisfying another desire.
I surrender to the twist of pain and pleasure. Every atom in my body tensed and aching. Every nerve electrified by her touch, by her raw power.
She’s more monster than human now, feasting from my neck, fucking me as though our bodies were made for each other. We move like one creature, my hips bucking against her as I crest into another orgasm, still high off of the last one.
As I come, she sucks from my neck, moaning as she drinks her fill. She seems to become more powerful, the more of my blood that she consumes.
And I want her to have it. I want her to drink from me until she’s satisfied. I want to give myself to her completely.
She fucks me, and drinks from me, until all I am, and all I know, is one aching, throbbing need…
I want toserveher.
Forever.
CHAPTER 13: SILVER CHAINS AND A EMERALD GEM
Crimson
“Rise and shine,” I hum deviously, as I swing the coffin lid open.
Two gleaming, red eyes glare up at me. But Waylan can’t move. He’s bound in silver chains, unable to heal, his skin raw and burning from the toxic metal.
Murad’s nose twitches as he regards the vampire from the other side of the coffin, an expression of distaste across his features.
“Iwanted to leave you in there for another six months,” I tell Waylan. “But Murad convinced me to give you another chance.”
Waylan snorts. His voice is raw and raspy, thick because his fangs are elongated in hunger over his chin. “Youbitch…”
“Well, then,” I tsk, starting to lower the coffin lid again. “If that’s how you’re going to…”
“Wait!” he gasps, squirming under the silver chains. They’re so thick, I can feel the sting in the air from only a foot above him. He must be in absolute agony.“Roslyn…please…”
There’s a little flicker in my chest as something deep inside me catches. It’s the way he said my name. The pleading dance of syllables on his tongue has an echoed cadence…a memory that flashes behind my eyelids…
But I push the feeling down. I’ve had a lot of practice doing that. And I cover my brief discomposure by masking my voice in malice.
“You betrayed me, Waylan. Plotted against me as soon as I ascended to the throne. How can I trust you now? What use do I have, for apower-hungry vampire with his eye on my throne?”
“It…it was Sabina,” he says. “She’sthe one who secured the potion. It was her idea to poison you.”
“Oh, that’s very convenient,” I drawl. “First, I’m the one who needs to be taken down a notch, who doesn’t deserve the throne. And now that you’re all bound up in silver, still bleeding from your balls, it was all Sabina’s idea?”
“She’s coming for you,” Waylan hisses. “Ignore my warning, fine. But it will be your own grave that you’ll dig.”
“Don’t tell me how to…”
But Murad steps forward, looking down at the prostrate vampire. “Were there any others involved in your plot? External forces we should be aware of?”
Waylan shakes his head. “Just Sabina and I.”
“Did you ever suspect her of allying with any of the disgraced northern vampires? Oana or Cedric?” Murad asks with a frown.
“It’s…it’s not impossible, but I never spoke to them. I swear it.”
Murad brings a finger to his chin, his eyes unfocused as he contemplates Waylan’s words. He looks thoughtful, so I lower the lid to the coffin again, cutting off Waylan’s muffled shout off as the airtight box clicks shut.
