Page 300 of Cruelly Bitten
I took another deep swallow while she writhed on my cock.
It was fucking perfection.
I nearly came again from her shock waves of pleasure.
But I had to focus. Tolisten.Because this was the vital part of the siring process. Waiting for her pulse to weaken to just the right point.
A point that proved to be more elusive because of her ties to my immortality. Her body wanted to regenerate. Toheal. But I had to force her into this state.
Her shudders eventually began to lessen. Her limbs going limp beneath me.
A memory of me killing her before lingered in her thoughts. But she quickly dismissed it.
Because she trusted me.
HerCam.
Her mate.
And she refused to let the past taint our future.
She sighed, her head lolling to the side, her pulse barely existent now.
I imbibed a final sip, then pulled away to bite my wrist.
Her lips parted on a final exhale as I pressed my bloody wound to her mouth and compelled her to drink with my mind.
She instantly latched on, her body clearly ready for this next phase of her existence.
You were born to be a vampire,I mused.And not just any vampire, but a vampire queen.
We still had a lot to conquer in our new territory. Humans and vampires and immortal beings to govern.
But I had faith in our ability to rule.
We would prosper.
Together.
As King Cam and Queen Ismerelda.
My heart stuttered, indicating that I’d given myErositajust a little too much of my blood. But I would be fine.
It was she who needed all the strength she could borrow to ensure a smooth transition.
“I love you,” I whispered against her lips. “Forgive me.”
I snapped her neck before she could consider a response, her life ending before my eyes.
I studied her for a moment, my naked queen.
Then I pulled out of her sweet heat and carefully lifted her broken form into my arms.
When she woke, it would be with me by her side.
Underground.
In the coffin I’d crafted for this very purpose.
