Page 57 of House of Blood and Roses: Vol. 2
"Tell me what you want," he murmurs.
"Bite me." The words come out like a strangled plea even though he isn't even touching me properly yet. "Please."
He kisses me deeply, then moves across my cheek and down to my neck. His hand reaches my leg, bunching up my underdress until his fingers brush against my thigh.
A deep moan breaks from me at his touch, spurring him on. His tongue traces along the spot where my pulse races, only driving the anticipation higher still. His fingers brush against my entrance, and I arch into him, desperate for more. I grab hold of his arm, urging him on. I want him to touch more, to curl his fingers up into me the way he knows I like, to help me find my release.
It builds within me, growing higher with every passing moment. I try to hold back, especially because he hasn't actually bitten me yet, though from the rapidness of his breathing, it's only a matter of time.
"Please, Linc," I beg, knowing he'll understand what I'm asking.
His fangs press against my throat, causing desire to flood through me, heightening the upcoming release. The moment his teeth break through my skin, thoughts leave me. Between his fingers and his mouth, there's no focusing on anything other than the overwhelming pleasure within me. Something snaps, and the release rolls through me, making my whole body shake. I push against Linc, wanting more even as I reach the height of my release. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to get enough of this. He seems to be aware of that, as his fingers keep moving, pressing against all the right places within me to prolong my release and start a second building within me.
The bang of a door barely registers, and I dismiss it as my brother being in a rage somewhere in the apartments. Maybe I should have suggested that we go back to the royal rooms instead. But it's too late now. We're here, and I don't want to leave my bed for anything.
Pip gives an agitated bark, but I ignore her. She never likes it when Bastian is angry, even if he can't hurt her.
"Get off my sister!"
My whole body goes cold at the sound of Bastian's voice. Linc moves quickly, removing his fangs from my neck and letting me sit so that I'm properly covered. Suddenly, I'm grateful for the fact we never undressed properly.
"Get out of my room, Bastian." My voice shakes as I say the words, and I try not to think about how mortified I am that Bastian has walked in on the two of us. I should have locked the door, but I was too distracted to think about it.
My brother doesn't pay any attention to me and glares at Linc instead. "He's the one who should leave."
"I think that's up to Beatrice," Linc responds.
It's the wrong thing to say. Bastian snarls and pulls his fist back, slamming it into Linc's face.
"Stop!" My plea falls to the side, not heard by Bastian as he goes to hit Linc again. Pip barks loudly, causing a commotion that I know is going to be heard outside the room. "Bastian, stop!" I scramble off the bed and try to grab hold of my brother to stop him, but he pushes me away.
The door swings open, and Jemima steps inside, her eyes widening at the sight within.
"Get help," I order her. I don't really know how she'll manage that, but it has to be something. "Bastian!"
My brother finally seems to hear me and steps back, revealing Linc with blood streaming down his nose. I move instantly, kneeling down beside him and wiping it away with my sleeve. "Are you all right?"
He nods, causing another flush of blood to come out of his nose.
"What were you thinking?" I demand of my brother without moving away from Linc. I'm a little scared of what will happen if I do. I don't trust Bastian's ability to be rational right now.
Pip is still in her bed, growling in my brother's direction. I don't think I blame her, I'd be doing that too if I wasn't too distracted by the situation.
"He was..."
"I know what he was doing," I snap. "What business is it of yours? I don't barge into your room when you're with your wife and start assaulting her."
The door swings open just as I finish speaking, and Lord Fallmartin steps into the room. I close my eyes and try not to think about how all of this can get any worse. His shrewd gaze travels over us all, from Bastian, who looks like he's a few moments away from punching something again, to Linc breathing heavily with blood on his face, and our general state of undress. Even if he didn't catch us in the act, it's painfully clear what we've been doing.
"You assaulted the Prince?" Lord Fallmartin asks my brother coolly.
Bastian does a double-take, clearly assuming that our father was going to have more to say to me than to him.
"He was with Beatrice."
"They are betrothed," Lord Fallmartin responds.
"He was drinking her blood," Bastian hisses.
