Page 8 of Blood Day: Part Two
His essence provided a renewed sense of life and strength.
It was addictive.
Sweet.
Him.
He growled against my mouth but gave me what I wanted, filling me with his blood while drowning me in his scent.
Then he kissed a path along my skin to the top of my breasts. One of his hands held both of my wrists as the opposite ventured south to tug down the fabric along my neckline, exposing more of my flesh.
There was no bra beneath, as I wasn’t permitted to wear them.
And he took full advantage of that by sinking his fangs into my bare skin a mere inch from my nipple.
I gasped, arching off the ground as the endorphins flooded through me to stir an exquisite feeling in my lower abdomen. It burned and pulsed and begged for release, something he gave me by pressing his thigh into my aching center.
An orgasm slammed into me, ripping a moan from my throat that couldn’t be silenced. He wasn’t going easy on me, his mouth voracious as he sucked the life from my being.
But he stopped almost as soon as he’d started, leaving me dizzy and oddly sated.
He grinned, his nose nuzzling mine before he kissed me again, this time with a tenderness that stole all reason and thought from my mind.
“Are you done?” a deep voice drawled.Master Khalid.
“Mmm,” Master Cedric hummed in response, his mouth hovering against mine. “You said this was a warm-up. That’s precisely what I’m doing.”
“I meant for sparring.” Master Khalid almost sounded amused.
“Sparring is still foreplay,” Master Cedric replied, finally looking up at the other man. “I know you agree.”
“I didn’t argue the point. But I want to continue this in the sapphire courtyard.”
“Noted.” Master Cedric released my wrists and rolled off of me and up to a standing position in mere seconds. “Time to go, little flower.”
My eyes widened at his use of my nickname in front of Master Khalid.
But the other vampire simply smirked in response.
That was when I noticed he had Prospect One Hundred and Thirty-Nine beside him. Her frightened eyes met mine. There was an open wound on her throat, leaving blood to trickle down her neckline to discolor her white shirt.
A glance down showed I wore a similar wound, except on my breast.
“Up,” Master Cedric said, his tone holding a hint of command in it.
I moved, only to feel a bit woozy as I did, but he caught me by the hip.
A slight shift of my gaze to the side told me that Master Khalid had a similar hold on Prospect One Hundred and Thirty-Nine.
Is he playing a similar game with her?
It made me wonder if this sort of thing happened often—vampires taking humans and playing with them in this manner.
Except…
Isn’t that what they always do?I asked myself, frowning a little.Humans are toys for their pleasure and food. Nothing more.
An important concept to remember.
