Dark Obsession (Vampire Royals of New York #3) - Sarah Piper Page 0,73

downed another sip of blood and a shot, then flashed a half-bloody smile at Dorian. “I think I’m finally getting the hang of this whole bloodsucking thing.”

“I’m thrilled to hear it.” Dorian took some blood and a shot of his own. “Though I can’t say I’ve ever turned feeding into a drinking game.”

Charley set down her glass and crawled into his lap, straddling him on the chair. “I like introducing you to new experiences, Mr. Redthorne.”

“Is that so, Ms. D’Amico?” The firelight flickered in his eyes, his lush mouth curving into a smile.

“Speaking of new experiences… You know what would make this blood go down even better?”

Dorian laughed. “I can only imagine.”

She flashed a wicked grin, then slid down onto her knees before him, reaching for the button and zipper on his pants and freeing his cock.

She stole the glass from his hand and took a sip of blood, then lowered her mouth, slowly taking him in.

“Charlotte,” he whispered, closing his eyes and sinking into the pleasure of her tongue as she teased his hot, hard flesh.

She sucked him for a moment, then pulled back just long enough to finish the blood before descending on him again.

“Fuck, that’s… perfect…” Dorian slid his hands into her hair and tugged, her eyes watering at the delicious sting.

She’d gotten her fill from the blood, and now, with her vampire’s cock in her mouth, she wouldn’t stop. Not until she fucking wrecked him.

She swirled her tongue over his smooth flesh, then took him in even deeper, licking and sucking, scraping her teeth lightly along the top as she pulled back, only to swallow him whole again. He pulled her hair and rocked his hips, desperate, as always, to take back control.

For a few hot, delicious minutes, she gave it to him, letting him fuck her mouth, harder and deeper with every stroke. She moaned softly, loving the taste of him, the way her mouth made him come undone, one deep kiss at a time.

He was getting close. She could feel it in the tightening of his thigh muscles, see it in the ripple of his abs, hear it in his hot, shallow breaths.

Fighting back for control, she slid his cock almost all the way out, then took him in deep again, sucking him hard, devouring him with her lips and tongue until her vampire king could no longer take any more of her delicious torture.

“Charlotte,” he ground out, fist tight in her hair as he finally broke, bucking wildly against her mouth, coming down her throat in a rush.

With a soft moan of pleasure all for him, she swallowed, then rose from the floor before the crackling fire, and Dorian glanced up at her with wide, dazed eyes, his heartbeat thudding through his chest, his breath still ragged and raw.

She’d just dragged her thumb across her lips when the study door slammed open, and a drunken asshole crashed their party.

“Well, well, well,” Malcolm slurred, stumbling into the study. His clothes were covered with dirt and blood, his hair matted. The stench alone was enough to turn her stomach.

Narrowing his eyes on Charley, Malcolm sniffed the air as if she were the offensive one. “Looks like you’ve been busy, brother.”

Gabriel trailed in behind him, his jaw clenched in a tight grimace. “You’ll never guess who I ran into tonight,” he said to Dorian, rolling his eyes.

Dorian, who was still busy tucking himself back into his pants, glared at Gabriel. “Where did you find him? And better yet, why the fuck did you bring him back here?”

“He was feeding on some poor student on Prince Street. I thought he’d be safer at home.”

“It was consensual,” Malcolm said, unable to hide the smugness in his tone, even through his obvious inebriation. “Can we say the same about you, Ms. D’Amico?” Malcolm’s lips twisted into a mocking smile. “A vampire pet for the vampire king. Very interesting development.”

At this, Gabriel’s eyes widened, and he fully took in the scene.

The blood bags. The scent. Charley figured even the sound of her heartbeat was different now.

Gabriel said nothing, his face unreadable.

But it seemed Malcolm was just getting started. “Are you hungry, little pet? I bet you could use a nice, thick, bloody—”

In a blur, Dorian slammed him into the wall beside the hearth, the fire poker pressed against his throat, his palm over his brother’s heart. “Talk me out of it, Mac. Ten seconds.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

“Relax, brother.” Malcolm raised his hands in surrender. “I’m not here to fight, nor to insult