Wicked Matrimony (Legends and Lovers)

“But how? Who would run it?”

“Me.” I sink into the leather chair behind my desk, shuffling a few papers that clutter the hardwood. “I have to be the one to take over.”

“Do you think Rao would go for it? You could try to get him on your side, offer him something he can’t say no to.”

I rub my chin. “I like that idea. Some drug-filled blood?”

Viggo mulls it over. “We could make a batch of that easily. Say we’re doing testing on the effects of heroin users. Offer tons of money. Druggies would come running to give blood.”

“I think so, but we need to offer it in such a way they have no choice but to say yes. Because if I can offer it, so can Bogdan.”

“How do you plan on doing that?”

“I’m not sure.”

Viggo laughs, sharp and hard. “You need to figure out what he wants.”

I raise a brow. “The girl?”

“Yes.”

I let his words marinate. “I’ll talk to him at the ball, get a feel for what he might be after.” Rao has left for London to deal with the Grander thing, and plans on returning for the ball, so I’ll have to feel him out then.

Viggo turns to leave. “Be careful.”

“Always.”

A few hours later, I leave my office and make my way outside to wander through the forest, which is my time to think and be alone, before heading inside for the evening. My thoughts drift to Allison as I navigate through the tall pines. To her innocence and how badly I want to feast on her. How I’ve wanted her since before I even met her. How this deep connection we share baffles me.

I move deeper into the forest, questioning why I’m obsessed with her.

Bloodlust. A person’s uncontrollable desire to maim or kill others. However, that’s not a vampire’s definition of the word. Bloodlust for a vampire means a savage passion to taste the blood of a human.

It turned us into beasts.

Inhuman.

I’ve never craved another person’s blood until the moment I met her.

I’m holding on by a frayed thread, trying not to take what I want. Watching her come, and hearing her scream my name, was too much.

My cock hardens.

“I need you,” I tell her in my mind. “Come to the forest. To our spot.”

Tortuous time passes as I wait for her to arrive. I lean against the rough bark of a tree, trying to control my breathing. Fuck. Why does everything boil down to this passion I have for her?

My growl rumbles through the forest as I rub at my hardness, wanting more than anything to have Allison on her knees, taking care of this insatiable erection I’ve got for her.

Sunlight peeks through the canopy of leaves overhead as I unzip my pants, pulling my thick cock out. I run my fingers over the tip of my dick, fisting it in my hands.

I yank my pants further down my thighs, cupping my balls in the other hand as I stroke my cock, full of cum ready for Allison.

It’s the blood that runs through her veins that has my fangs emerging. I hiss, growling through my mood, wanting to be buried deep inside Allison’s little cunt. My eyes close, rewarding the beast inside me with more strokes of my hungry cock.

I pump my dick in my fist, picturing the way Allison moved for me. How she came for me, tumbling into a sweet abyss.

I pant, my breaths coming out in brief spurts. I’m hungry, oh so fucking hungry. The only thing that will satisfy this craving is her.