Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 122030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
His hand pushes against my thigh. My dick is hard under my jeans and he presses into it, feeling the length of me through the thick fabric. Then he takes my hand and wraps it around the shaft of his dick, helping me slowly jerk him off.
He bites his lip again and I kiss him harder. I jerk him harder. And then his hand slips inside my pants and pulls me out. He presses forward, his hips right up against mine, and, using both hands, he wraps my palm around us both.
Another bite, more blood, and I am rapidly losing control.
No. I’ve already lost control.
Paul pulls back, breaking the seal of our lips. “Bite me, Ryet. Right now. Anywhere you want. My neck, the inside of my thigh, my—”
That’s as much as I hear. Because my mouth is on his neck, my teeth—suddenly sharp, like his—biting into his flesh. The rush of blood is so hard and so fast I get dizzy as it floods my mouth.
Paul is petting me, soothing me as I suck on him. And then a noise burbles up from my throat. It’s something I’ve heard him do, but it’s new to me.
It’s a growl. An animalistic growl. And just as this happens, I pull back, my chin dripping with blood, my whole body hot, my eyes burning, and my fingertips tingling as we hold each other’s cocks in our palms. His fist is bumping against my stomach, my fist bumping against his.
I am chaos and he is calm.
How does he do that?
He kisses me, softly. Lightly. And then he drags his lips down my exposed neck, opens wide, and bites me for a drink.
The next thing I know, I’m on the ground. Paul’s naked body is on top of me, holding me down as I kick and fight, trying to push him off me. But he’s much stronger and there is no hope.
And anyway, the struggle is turning me on. I thrust my hips into him, grinding on him as he feeds on me, reaching for my cock so I can get myself off.
But all the while, I am growling. Snarling.
Like an animal.
Or maybe a demon.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - PAUL
A fresh start.
My heart beats faster at the sight of Ryet’s blood lust.
But it’s more than just blood lust now. It’s a true sign of his turning. Finally, after hundreds of years of trying—of inbreeding, outbreeding, crossing, outcrossing, and yes, so many, many culls—finally, Josep has done it.
But the success is not only his.
Yes, Josep came up with Ryet’s bloodline, but it was me who fed him all these years. Patient with his lack of interest in learning more about who and what he is. Tolerant of his need for space and autonomy. And, most of all, indulgent with the blood at just the right times and in just the right quantities.
And here he is. On the eve of arrival. There is but one more step to turn him completely. And that’s the girl.
That sweet, sweet Syrsee. Her grandma hid her well, but she wasn’t hiding her for the reasons she told her granddaughter.
There is a reason there is only me. It is very difficult to make evil. You’d think it would be easy. It’s all around us, all the time.
But doing evil and making new evil, well, it’s just more complicated than it sounds.
I need new feeders, that’s true. And Syrsee is my young blood.
But I am not always in control of myself. It’s hard to believe, I know. But it’s true. Even I have temptations. Even I give in to them on occasion.
And if I wanted Ryet to be my first, I could make no mistakes with Syrsee.
She is mine, but she is his first.
So I bade the grandma put a spell on us. It was difficult, but the magic she stole from her daughter just moments after Syrsee’s birth gave us the power we needed.
It would hide Syrsee until Ryet was no longer able to be sustained by my blood alone. Until he needed her so thoroughly, the Black blood flowing through her carefully bred veins would be the exact concoction that would push him over the edge.
From scion to vampire.
It was agony, waiting. Another testament to my patience.
I let baby Syrsee go. I let her live at the Guild. I let them poison her with tales of me and my kind. I allowed all of that to happen and look where we are now.
Ryet is writhing beneath me. Like a wolf, or a lion, or a demon.
I smile at him, still holding him down. “Shhhhh. It’s all right now, Ryet. You’re here. All you have to do is take your drink.”
“What are you doing?” He’s growling these words out. “What is this? I want you to tell me what happened to my family!”
I pet him with one hand, holding him down with the other. “Dear boy, they are so close.”