Page 47 of Liar Witch

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But Nilsa’s eyes are what hold my focus.

“Hey. There’s the grouchy vampire I know.”

Her soft voice calms me. Drawing back faint memories of nights stuck in a cell, watching her like prey.

Her eyes wrinkle at the corners, only slightly, but it’s enough to make me squeeze tighter.

She’s hurting.

I want to change that pain into pleasure.

I want to tear her skirt and lap up every single drop, sink my fangs into her thigh and drink some more. I want to drop to my knees and worship.

I’m caught between my biological impulse as an enforcer, and my desire as the male who wants to claim her.

Nilsa isn’t a vampire female.

She’ll be disgusted if I give into those urges.

Then she presses her lips against mine, licking gently across the length of one, hypersensitive fang, and it doesn’t matter.

I let out a groan which she swallows eagerly. Kissing past fangs is awkward, but Nilsa makes it seem as easy as breathing, tonguing them in a way that makes me want to devour her.

Goddess. My fangs are so sensitive. I shudder at each stroke, battling for control.

When her fingers trace down and flick my piercings, I can’t hold back. I press into her farther, taking her mouth harder. Lips crashing into hers.

Instinct. Desire. Bloodlust. Conscience.

I’m completely torn apart.

She’s mine. Fuckingmine.

Too much. Too fast. She doesn’t want this.

Protect her.

Need her.

Drink her. Mark her.

Mate her.

Now.

I draw back with a curse, dropping her to the floor as I fling myself across the room to get away. The others swarm her, surrounding her in a protective wall as I ram my skull into the wall over and over again.

Too much.

Too weak.

Must resist.

Iwon’thurt her.

I stop bashing my head against the wood and look straight at Kier whose hand has returned to the pommel of his sword.

“End me.”

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