Page 64 of Undying
When she doesn’t immediately knock it away, my wolf gives a happy wiggle. “Vampires are a completely different monster. They treat their females as property to be bought and sold. Finding areinais nearly impossible, because they don’t care to search. Females are for the rich and powerful.”
“So only one,” Jolie murmurs, looking down as she distractedly picks at her fingernails.
She almost sounds disappointed.
“Honestly?” I wait until she looks at me, then I shrug. “I don’t know enough about vampires to even guess. There are so few females, and even fewer matches, that it’s impossible to know.”
Castle has been slowly and steadily stalking closer during the entire conversation, his green eyes bright as he stares intently at his mate, his wolf riding him hard. For newly mated wolves, it’s hard to be near our female and not touch them. The need to feed them and assure ourselves of their safety is almost like a compulsion.
I fucking can’t wait.
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JOLIE
Rationally, I know I should be furious. I’ve been dumped into a hellish new life that I don’t know if I’m going to survive, but all I feel is relief that I don’t have to do it alone.
That I don’t have to choose between the four men who have burst into my life.
I’m not exactly sure when I began to develop feelings for them. Even Stanton, with his bossy and overbearing nature, has worked his way under my skin. It wasn’t until he absently kissed my forehead that I realized I was a goner.
They weren’t all exactly nice and cuddly when we first met—some of them downright assholes, if truth be told—but they’ve grown on me since. They’re helping me in the only way they know how, even if it’s a little bit of a fucked-up way to do it.
Case in point, Castle watches my every move almost obsessively, the white-haired giant like some creepy stalker. He lingers in the background, just out of sight, and I feel his presence like a warm hum along my senses. He prowls closer to me, hunting me like prey, and my skin goes all tingly under his attention. I wait for fear to steal over me at the thought of being stalked again, but it never comes.
In fact, my body thrums with lust, the traitor remembering what it was like to have his hands on my skin, his lips on my flesh, and his cock thrusting deep. My core clenches in need, suddenly feeling achingly empty.
Both men growl as my arousal perfumes the air, and I find myself surrounded. Castle stands behind me, while Tobias crowds close to my side, and I’m sandwiched between the two males once again. My slow heartbeat increases in speed, not quite normal, but it is enough that I can feel the steady thump through my whole body.
After so long, the heartbeat feels almost alien.
It should freak me out, but there is a comfort in the familiar sensation.
The guys make me feel more alive than ever.
Since even before I died.
Castle buries his face against the crook of my neck and inhales deeply, his dirty white hair inviting me to sink my fingers into the strands and hold him close. Tobias is more direct, lowering his head, then boldly running his nose between my breasts.
Maybe I should be all girly and embarrassed, but all I want ismore.
Tobias lifts his head, lips hovering over mine, and my lips tingle with the need to feel his mouth against mine. Just as I lean toward him, he turns his head and offers me his throat. “Bite me.”
I pull back, blinking in confusion, the spell they’ve woven over me lifting a little. “What?”
He lightly trails his fingers over my cheek, an expression of awe on his face, and I’m almost pulled back under…then he has to go and speak again. “I want you to claim me. I want your mark on my neck for everyone to see.”
The total insanity of his demand penetrates my fog of lust, and I wiggle out from between them with a small whimper. Even as I stand, both men swivel to face me, and my breath catches at the gorgeous sight they make.
They’re complete opposites—light versus dark, each of them striking in their own way.
And it’s nearly impossible to resist them.
That I don’t want to resist them is actually what makes me anxious.
“Why would you choose me? You’ve spent decades—”
“Centuries,” Tobias mutters.
