But only rumbling words are breathed along my throat.
“If I took you, Pretty Pet, I’d never give you back.” Christian’s voice hums across my neck before he kisses there ever so lightly, sharp teeth scratching my flesh as gentle lips press sweetly. A gasp tears from my lips when Seven’s tongue slides over my clit once more, and he sucks so hard, I tremble uncontrollably in Rorrick’s arms. “I’ll watch them eat the sweetest parts of you, Pet. But I’ll never taste you.Never.”
And with that demented promise, I come all over again.
Chapter 17
Rorrick
Every time I lick my lips, the memory of how she tasted has my fangs slipping back out. I swallow hard and try to calm the racing thoughts in my head.
But I can’t.
Boris will find my greedy mark on her fantastic fucking tits, and when he sees where Seven had her...
He’ll kill us.
And her.
My entire body is on high alert when Christian takes her hand and guides her patiently through the castle halls. The four of us smooth our clothes, pulling on our hunting shirts as we go. It’s a rush of us trying to feel normal in a situation that is the furthest thing from it. We trail through the bustling kitchen, and the frantic nature of the room tells me the Thorn King has arrived. Every move someone makes has me on edge. I hover over her from behind while Seven watches discretely through thick, dark lashes, his gaze calculating every step the chefs make.
Fresh fruitcakes and sweet cherry tarts are piled artistically onto golden plates. I wish they smelled as good as they looked. The only delectable smell filling my existence is hers.
Her pretty eyes linger on the tarts and I swipe one off the counter without a thought. Her attention flicks to me fast and the sweetest smile kisses her lips. It’s so easy to make her happy it confuses me. All it takes is a snack to please this woman?
Fuck it. I grab the whole damn plate of food and no one says a fucking word about it. Her smiles grows a bit more and I’m tempted to just lay her out right on the table and feed her snacks and be her bitch boy for the rest of my fucking life.
Sounds delightful.
A vampire swishes by too quickly, and I step even closer to her slender frame. She looks back at me and my protective stance once more. When our eyes meet, the softest smile tilts her cherry-red lips all over again.
The place my soul rests spasms. It startles me with a warmth that spreads all through my chest. That has—never fucking happened before. Probably just heartburn from eating too fast... Fuck, I could be dying for all I know.
Her body goes down hard then. It happens so fast. A waiter with a cutting knife stumbles over her, knocking her fully to the floor in her pretty gown. His shining black shoe tears the hem of the fabric in his fucking atrocity of fumbling limbs.
“I—” He looks immediately to Christian. “I am so sorry, my prince.” He flings himself to the ground immediately.
Every muscle in my body is tense and hard. My teeth grind one by one, and all I see is this fucker’s stupidity.
And then I hear her soft voice.
“Ow,” she whispers.
My gaze flings to her so fast. Seven is helping her up, but there, on the delicate length of her pink finger... is a drop of blood.
“You fucking cut her!” The plate I’m holding shatters forgotten to the floor. On booming steps, I’m on him in less than half a second.
“I—I...” He scatters back from me, but the knife in his right hand is all I can see.
He fucking cut her! He could have killed her so easily.
My fingers wrap fully around his scrawny wrist, the edge of the knife slicing through my own skin when I twist. And then I keep on twisting. Cracking and screams claw through the suddenly silent kitchen. With a heave of a frustrated breath, I break it clean off. A meager amount of blood dots the kitchen floors where he lies crying, clutching the blunt end of his wrist. I stand stiffly, tearing myself away from him. The knife clatters to the floor at my feet. And his right hand is crumbled in my palm.
I’m still fuming over his incompetence when I’m struck by big green eyes boring into me. It’s a strange emotion I’ve never seen in her. Not even when she was thrown to the floor at Boris’s feet.
She’s afraid. Of me.
Fuck.