To Quench Her Thirst – Beasts of the Kindred Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
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Addison’s black silk robe was open and her soft, curvy, naked body rubbed restlessly against his own as she ground against him. Drago wished he could slide inside her—it was a special kind of torture to feel her writhing on top of him without even being able to put the head of his cock in her tight little pussy. He did his best to pump his hips, joining her rhythm but he had limited movement, bound as he was to the chair.

He began to feel lightheaded from pleasure…or was it blood loss? Addison was still drinking from him and she showed no signs of stopping. The Thirst must be really intense, he thought dazedly. He really ought to try and get her attention and tell her to at least slow down.

But he couldn’t make himself do it. The pleasure was too intense and he was too close to coming. He wanted desperately to shoot his load all over her soft little pussy mound but he could feel himself fading.

No, stay conscious! he told himself. You have to stop this—you can’t⁠—

But just then Addison began to come. Her fangs were still buried in his neck, but he could tell by the way she suddenly tensed up and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. The fierce moans coming from her throat and the way she was grinding against his cock were good indications too—oh yes, his Fated Mate was definitely coming and she was coming hard.

The feeling of her orgasming against him was too much. The pressure in his balls and the pleasure of having her sweet, wet pussy wrapped around the underside of his shaft pushed him over the edge. With a low groan, Drago began to come as well.

As he pumped spurt after spurt of cream all over Addison’s wet pussy, he felt his consciousness leaving him. His last thought was if he had to die, this was definitely the way to go.

And then everything faded into blackness.

25

ADDIE

It wasn’t until Drago went limp beneath her that Addie realized what she’d done. By then The Thirst was sated and her orgasm had brought her some clarity. The red curtain that had dropped over her vision the moment she sank her fangs into her Protector’s vein lifted and she was able to see clearly again.

She pulled her fangs free of Drago’s throat and felt a sharp pain in her mouth.

“Oh!” she gasped and put a hand to her upper row of teeth. The fangs appeared to be gone and her normal canine teeth had come back. What the hell? Maybe the fangs had disappeared because they’d served their purpose?

Addie didn’t know but when she looked down at her Protector, the question flew out of her mind.

Drago was just laying there, his head tilted to the side and his eyes rolled up in his head. There was a smear of blood on his exposed throat—next to it, his normally tan skin looked deathly pale.

Oh my God—he looks pale because I drank so much of his blood! How much did I take?

Addie had no idea. Everything that had happened after she sank her fangs into his throat was just a red blur. At least her throat no longer ached with dryness, but there was a salty, metallic taste in her mouth and her stomach felt too full. Again she wondered, how much of Drago’s blood had she taken? How much blood could a Kindred warrior lose before he died?

“Drago?” she asked, patting his cheek. “Please, Drago—don’t be dead! Please!”

There was no answer—either the big Kindred was out cold or he was dead because she had killed him by draining him. Addie couldn’t bear to think that could be true.

“No,” she muttered, shaking her head. “No—no, it can’t be true! You’re alive, Drago—you have to be alive!”

Gripping his jaw, she turned his head so she could look into his face. The big Kindred made no move to stop her. Even worse, there was no resistance in his muscles when she moved him. His head rolled loosely on his neck, like a broken toy.

A toy that I broke! Addie thought, feeling sick. Oh God, this couldn’t be happening—it couldn’t! She began to panic.

“Drago, please—wake up! Wake up!”

She started to feel for a pulse, but an unwelcome voice interrupted her.

“Ah—so I see you successfully Quenched your Thirst.”

“What?” Addie looked around wildly and saw Ls Prissa standing beside the iron chair, smirking at her.

“I said, I see that you Quenched your Thirst—and drained your Protector at the same time. Such a shame…” She shook her head, but the look on her wrinkled face was anything but sorry. “I did try to warn him that once The Thirst takes the Queen of Night, she cannot be Quenched by only one man.”

“You did this!” Addie pointed a shaking finger at her. “You ordered your horrible son to bring me here and then you made me kill the man I love! You bitch!”


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