A sharp angle arches his brow.
Why did I say that?
Seven stands abruptly and takes a step forward as if he might stop Christian, but the prince is already stalking toward me with a smirk and a dark look in his steely eyes. My heart pounds in my chest with every step he takes. A pain thickens in my throat as I swallow down the anxious feeling that’s building inside of me.
“Could you repeat that, Pet?” Rasping words lick across the flesh along my throat as he leans in with violent curiosity lighting his eyes. When I look up at him fully, sharp points of his teeth are suddenly out again, but where they came from, I have no idea.
These men are mesmerizing. Strange and beautiful.
Cruel and deadly.
But they’ve only ever shown me kindness despite the hellish kingdom they live in.
It’s sick and dangerous how badly I want what he’s offering. He could kill me. I don’t even know what a bite from him could do to a human like me. Would it change me? Hurt me?
The alternative is... finding out the hard way when his disgusting father does it himself. And he most definitely will not care about my pain or feelings whatsoever.
I hold Christian’s questioning eyes and walk around him with intent. There’s an uncontrollable magnetic charge between us, my body leaning in to brush his even as I pass him by. I feel their interest burning across my flesh, and their collective attention feels electric thrumming through my veins. It feels like power.
I walk with intent to the one person seated in the room. My gaze is locked on the prince, even as I lift my leg, my gown sliding open even more to reveal the long length of my leg, and then I straddle over Rorrick’s muscular thighs.
“Well, hello,” he rumbles on that addictive accent of his with a smile like alluring sin.
Big hands clasp low around my hips, his fingers digging in to the roundness of my ass. I love the love that shines in his sweet eyes. How is there so much good in someone so damaged? How does he hold on to the good after everything his king has done to him?
My fingers lightly slide over his broad shoulders and bulging arms. Scars skim under the path of my fingertips, but I want to feel every single one. His chest and abdomen aren’t carved with lean muscle but dense, hard strength. He embodies power with an ease that most men kill themselves to obtain.
He’s beautiful. Every jagged line that scars across his body is sexy.
Even if he doesn’t see it.
My fingertips trail up to the prickling stubble along his jaw, and when his lips part with another lazy smile, two perfect points frame his white teeth with sharp incisors.
My thighs tense around him, my pussy pressing down firmer against a hardness that’s suddenly just beneath his pants.
And then I feel them. All three of them all around me. Their shadows fall across me like a fly caught in a spiders web.
It’s a shiver of unexplainable excitement that races through my body the moment Christian’s palm slides along the back of my neck, grips my long red curls, and slips my hair aside to reveal the slender length of my neck.
Cool lips hover against my ear as my lashes flutter.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Pretty Pet,” he whispers while his fingers tense against my throat, tilting my head back hard to look him in his piercing eyes. “Have you ever felt a pleasure so intense that you lose yourself in a life of lust? It becomes an addiction you’ll do anything to fill. From that day forward, you’ll crave me.Us. I don’t want that for you, Pet.” His hand falls away from me, and when he walks away, I feel like he just dropped me to the floor in a shattering array of emotions.
“I do.” My trembling lips don’t stop the words from coming out loud and clear. “I want it.”
His back tenses with a hard line before he looks back at me with slitted, shining silver eyes. A fiery red ring threatens to overtake his gaze.
He’s hungry.
Very hungry.
“I don’t want someone using you up. You don’t deserve that.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip to stop myself from throwing in his face the fact that in twenty-four hours, his father owns me.
And neither he nor I will have a say in the matter.
My lip trembles once more, and I have to look away from him. If I don’t, I’ll end up tackling him to the floor and screaming at him for bringing me to this fucking place to die and rot alone while they live their immortal lives as pretentious vampire royalty.