“Andyour pussy is the prettiest flower I’ve ever seen. I need to make you feel everything.”
My cheeks flared and I stuttered, “J-Just shut up and get down there.”
Next thing I knew, I was shoving him between my thighs. His tongue laved my wet lips, and the dhampir practically lapped up my juices and hummed as he did it.
The sensation barreled through me—lightning scalded my veins and filled me with fervor.
His hands clutched my wide hips, moving just above the curve to my narrower middle where he could hold me tight. I slumped back against the wall, the coldness of the stone against my ass mingling with the white-hot heat that seared through my extremities and belly.
“Fuck, Garro,” I breathed. “Just like that. I didn’t—didn’t know you’d be so good at that!”
My head rolled on my neck. I put my free hand on his head and urged him forward with both palms, controlling his movements. His head bobbed back and forth as he sucked on my engorged clit and slid his tongue into me.
My knees nearly buckled, knocking together as the intensity of his ministrations washed over me and consumed me absolutely.
“I need you inside me,” I croaked.
Garroway stood to his full height, eye-level with me. “I wish for nothing more.”
My hand found his cock, groping blindly between us as I kissed his glistening lips and tasted myself on him. Sweat coated my skin, our bodies slick as he pressed forward.
My palm massaged over the broad ridge of him, smearing his arousal and wetting his length. I guided him between my thighs, felt him prod against me with that strong, rock-hard cock, and I murmured, “You’re big.”
A smug smile tilted his lips.
“I don’t want you going gentle on me,” I ordered. I lowered my body and rushed forward onto his cock.
We both inhaled in unison as his length penetrated and filled me. It stretched me at first—a flush of pain mingling with the powerful bliss threatening to consume me absolutely.
My eyes rolled and I blinked back to the present, feeling every inch of him plunge inside me. Garroway grunted, wrapped me in his arms, and thrust up into me.
I gasped and bent my knee, lifting my left leg to give him more leverage and power. I reached down and cupped his taut ass, coaxing him forward with a push.
The thrall bucked his hips again, sending his cock deeper inside my depths and stretching me further.
My moan was loud—no longer a hushed whisper. It echoed off the bars of the cell and stone walls of the room. “Fuck!”
With my hand guiding his rear, his body rolled into a rhythm, pummeling me against the wall just like I’d demanded, flattening my ass against cold stone.
He snarled, lost to the lust, and bared his wicked fangs. “Can I, lass?”
I nodded eagerly. I knew what he wanted without him needing to say it. The evidence was clear on his face—the unstoppable need.
Garro slanted his head and leaned forward to bite into my neck. He fucked me while sucking the blood from my veins. The thrum of intensity grew more pronounced. I moaned again, until my moaning became a whimper I couldn’t control. I bucked my hips to meet his narrower ones. My thighs jiggled and smacked against him as he fed on my Loreblood and fucked the thoughts out of me.
My hand ripped up from his ass cheek, nails digging into his flesh and rending his back.
Garro hissed as he drank. My blood ignited with fire and I thought I’d pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all—his cock inside me, his fangs within me.
I convulsed, losing myself to the rhythmic pulsating of my blood in my ears, draining out of me. Dizziness and haziness washed over me, making my mouth fall open. I could feel drool trickling out past my lips.
Garroway pulled back and slurped his fill. My blood dripped down his chin. He didn’t eat like a refined nobleblood like Skartovius—hefeastedlike an animal, unable to control himself.
His cock throbbed. It grew harder, stronger, and I was forced to clench my muscles to keep him from punching into my guts and ruining me.
But Iwantedto be ruined. I wanted him to break me and make me forget my past, so these three devious vampires could remake me in their image.
In that moment, I needed everything they could offer. I prayed for my life to make sense in a way it never had before. I knew the thoughts in my head were foolish and sex-addled. They weren’t logical or practical—they were the whims of a woman on the verge.
