much, and it makes me wonder what they see when they look at me.
Never mind, I don’t have time, I have to get that location.
“They will be back soon, dragon, but do not be in so much haste. Are you so ready to throw your life away?” Mercy questions.
“The sleeping council is a secret for a reason. They are our most powerful brethren, well, apart from the gods. They intentionally live in solace, because they are too strong to be around us. They will kill you with nothing but a thought for going before them. What will they do to your mate? Tread carefully,” Loxley adds.
“They are locked away for a reason, dragon, do you really wish to disturb that?” Chloe challenges.
I want to say no. Dragons survive because we are smart, and this, this isn’t smart, but I am learning love makes you do crazy things.
For her I would do all the crazy, stupid things it takes to keep her with me.
He watches me with feral, hungry eyes as I step closer, not teasing him. He needs this, I need this. My breathing picks up, my heart hammering in my chest as I willingly walk towards the hungry vamp, towards the predator, but instead of fear, lust fills me. I’m almost moaning, imagining him sinking those fangs into my flesh. He sniffs the air like an animal and growls, the chains creaking as he strains to get to me.
“You smell like life, like sex and blood,” he rumbles, the words muffled and rough from his fangs as need courses through him. His tongue darts out and licks his incisors, his eyes locked on the blood on my arm. Stepping nearer, I flinch at his sudden lunge then laugh.
“Feed,” I order, and press my arm to his mouth. He groans, lapping at the blood. His tongue is rough and wet, making me shiver as I visualise it buried in my pussy, blood dripping down me from his many fang wounds.
My eyes almost shut from the feeling. His are hooded as he licks my arm, tracing around the wound, his tongue tugging at the edges, making me moan at the flash of pain and the sexual way he does it. His eyes meet mine and then suddenly, he strikes. I jolt and scream in ecstasy as he sinks his fangs into me.
He rips through my skin, and the flash of discomfort fades into pleasure like I have never felt before—so hot and sudden. I fall forward into him and he catches me, wrapping me in his deadly embrace as he carries on drinking. I rub myself against him like a cat as I close my eyes, my pussy clamping down on air, my own cream dripping down my thighs. With each draw of his mouth, it feels like he’s sucking on my clit and I can’t stand it, it’s too good, too much pleasure. He pulls back and licks the cut, watching me as he strikes, this time not feeding, just biting.
I scream yet again, the pain making me wild. He watches my reaction with my blood coating his lips and chin. “Dirty little thing, you like my fangs,” he murmurs, and I nod breathlessly.
“Yesss, do it again,” I demand, gripping his hair which seems fuller, but before I can concentrate on what my blood has done to him, he attacks. Tearing into the skin at my elbow, he throws me into an orgasm from the force of his bite, leaving me spiralling in pleasure and pain.
I jerk against him before going limp. He holds me up as he licks the bites and heals them, but the blood still covers my arms and legs, except I don’t care. I cuddle into his chest and he holds me there, cooing words in French that I have no ability to understand.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper, my pussy still fluttering with aftershocks. It was one of those orgasms that rips through you, leaving you weak and tired after, but also strangely renewed. My legs are still jelly, so I let him hold me up until a noise has both our heads whipping around.
I spot the injured guard finally waking up. The vamp snarls, his fangs flashing as he grips me tighter. When the guard spots me in his embrace, he starts to laugh, the sound bitter and rattling.
“I knew you would break,” he murmurs, his skin pale, close to death.
The vamp holding me snarls as the guard chuckles, jerking in the chains as a plan