But her slick glistened like diamonds, like wine from the goddess Sabina herself—
I couldn’t help myself.
I dove in headfirst, and not for her pussy with its neat black hair over the mound, but for her trembling thighs coated in arousal.
She tasted like she smelled:perfect.
It had been centuries since I licked honey from my spoon, but in her desire, I tasted it again. Sweetness and sanctuary, peace and solace. Kinship. Connection.Bond.
All that from her slick—
“Greedy fucker.” Rather than slatheringherwith melted wax, Kane dribbled it onto my arm, the burn temporary, the pain fleeting. “Save some for the rest of us.”
I snapped up and bared my fangs, my growl a warning as head of this coven. I rarely pulled rank, but this was one meal I refused to share. My bond’s cheek twitched, jaw flickering through a clench, and, our eyes locked, alpha instincts triggered, he lazily tipped the candle over Hollis’s sternum and painted her torso with little droplets of black wax. She gasped with every splash, her skin peppered and her nipples cuffed and her cries so delicious I yielded first, the staring contest over, so I could go back to devouring her omega essence.
But then again, she really did have theprettiestpussy I’d ever seen. As I dragged my tongue up her inner thigh, flooding myself with her arousal, I thrust two fingers into her, immediately pumping away at her inner walls. Betas required much more time and care when you bedded them, but omegas? Well, if she was slicking this much, weeping desire and need, the same desperation flooding my cold, cursed heart, then she could handle much,muchmore than two measly fingers.
The knot in my slacks, perhaps, swollen and full andachingwhen she moaned and bucked her hips, writhing and shivering harder when I added a third finger for good measure. The chorus of her pleasure struck a different chord than that of her pain, but combine the two?
Divine.
Kane dripped another smattering of black candle wax across her clamped breasts, and she arched off the rug, moaning, squealing outAlpha!like that would stop us.
Lost, sinking into a trance, pumping my fingers, licking her slick, worshipping between her thighs as all omegas deserved, my fangs came out to play. They brushed her flesh, tempted by the arteries, by the veins, by the feast of delights waiting just under her skin.
And with every sharp caress, her pussy clenched around my fingers, begging for more.
It was only then, with Kane circling us, that I noticed Hollis still had her arms at her sides. I’d told her to keep them there—two for flinching—and shedidthat like such a good—fucking—girl.
Restraint died right then and there, and I sank my fangs into her inner thigh with a groan.
Paradise flooded my mouth, thick and intense, her blood setting my senses on fire.
For nearly eight hundred years, I had sampled blood from alphas, betas, and omegas, supernatural or not—but no one had ever tasted likethis. Every deadened nerve in my body lit up. Every alpha instinct went on overdrive. Like a simultaneous rut, suddenly, all I wanted was to fight and fuck andfeast.
Which could only mean one thing.
Amidst the maelstrom ripping apart my insides, one thoughtboomedabove the rest.
Blood bond.
Scent match. Fated mate. There were so many terms for that once-in-a-lifetime connection across all the isles of this world, but for vampires, it was blood bond.
And she…
Hollis, gifted to us by chance, sniffed out by Aldo Graves on prissy little Mistletoe Isle—
Fuck.
Lost,found, I drank deep as she gasped and writhed and moaned, her body no longer her own gripped in my toxin’s thrall. Victims of a vampire’s bite—just a simple drink, not a full turning—experiencedpleasurebeyond anything a mortal could conjure, just an endless climax that made it easier for the predator to feed.
Yet this wasn’t about the feed.
It was about taking as much of my blood bond as I could, dousing my whole system with her, resetting eight hundred years of searching and longing—
It was about her pleasure most of all, the ecstasy in her cries utterly breathtaking.
But then realization pounded through the coven bond, her blood, pure and out in the open, striking my bonds like a crowbar to the temple. Air tainted, our lives irrevocably changed, I forced myself off her, staggering away with an animalistic howl, a war cry that sounded nothing like me, deep and vicious and ancient, just as Kane and Laszlo charged, their pupils blown, fangs bared, and control gone.