Blood Trial Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #1) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,138
A whine slipped between my teeth as the pressure mounted. Just like the first time.
Except now I was lucid enough to resist.
The pain in my head rocketed as I shoved at the pressure. Kyros growled and tightened his hold in my hair, grinding into me below.
A whole different sensation ripped through me, and my instinct to resist whatever he was doing in my head slipped.
The tightness in my skull eased.
He took two more long drinks from my neck before retracting his fangs. I winced, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he lapped at the wound. I became aware his hands rocked me back and forward along his erection. I lifted up on my knees, severing the contact, and ignoring the quiet laughter from his brothers.
Kyros purred, green eyes taking on the dreamy quality. In a blur, he reversed our positions, so he straddled me. Flat on my back, he forced me down with his wrist across my mouth.
Hot thick liquid trickled down my throat.
I coughed, but he didn’t relent, and I was forced to swallow again. My watering eyes sought his as I swallowed again and again.
Last time, he only made me drink a little.
A burning extended from deep in my stomach. Reaching up, I clamped his wrist to my mouth, drawing hard as I watched him.
He jerked, groaning, and his free hand went to my breast, rolling my nipple through the bralette. I moaned, relishing the snarl erupting from his mouth as he heard my pleasure.
I stretched my fingertips to the bulge straining in his suit pants.
The fire within me had mounted steadily, but when Kyros pulled his wrist away, heat shattered everything else.
Everything.
So much.
Unchecked.
A whimper escaped my lips. My body arched upward with the force. Kyros’s mouth was clamped around my nipple through the lace of my bralette. My legs were hooked around his hips. His arm circled my back.
Hands reached for him, yanking us apart, but I was up and leaping for him in an instant.
Arms clamped around my waist, and a savage roar ripped from Kyros as he swung at the men holding him.
I panted, kicking at my captor.
“For fuck’s sake,” the muscular man holding me puffed. “We should let them get it out of their system.”
“You heard him,” the sandy blond answered. “He gave us an order.”
“Neelan, you dick,” another with a shaved head shouted. “Get her out of here.”
I bit down on the forearm holding me to no avail.
“I’m going. I’m going. I’ll call the Indebted females on the way and come back.”
“Hurry,” the fourth vampire urged, tackling Kyros to the ground as he set one of the others crashing into a wall.
“Kyros,” I called breathlessly.
His head snapped up, and my mouth fell ajar at his pure beauty.
The meadow-green eyes were lost in a blur of movement as I was tossed over a shoulder and sped away.
30
I poured more beer into my bowl of ice cream, beaming as the ale frothed.
“See how it does that?” I whispered to the ten Indebted I’d insisted come inside the room instead of lurking outside. They couldn’t stand out there for the entire thrall.
The women exchanged looks.
“Hold out your bowls,” I instructed.
The small bench beneath the mirror was piled with at least five flavours of ice cream. And beer.
The vampires hesitated a second too long.
“Out,” I snapped.
What was wrong with them?
Laurel had the sense to hold her bowl out. The rest followed her lead.
I weaved down the line, belching as I tipped my favourite beer, Wren, into their bowls. “See? It’s a beer float. An adult version of a Coke float. We just swap Coke for beer. The ice cream is still the same.”
The leather-clad row of women tested the mix.
I finished mine in the time it took them to take a nibble. “Well?”
Their expressions smoothed.
Laurel was alone in grimacing.
“You don’t like it?” I asked her sweetly.
She lifted a shoulder. “No.”
“None for you then.” Storming to her, I snatched the bowl away and shovelled the rest in my mouth.
Laurel grinned, and I pointed a finger directly at her face.
“I like you,” I declared, grinning too.
Tossing aside the bowl, I pulled her into a tight hug and stroked her back. “I’m so sorry you live in a prison cell.” I blinked at the rest of the women. “All of you. It breaks my heart.”
Laurel returned the hug. “Thank you, Miss Tetley.”
My gaze riveted on the smallest of the gathered women.
“Excuse me. Am I boring you?” I hissed.
The vampire leaped, shoving her phone in her pocket. Too late.