Then Absolon brings his eyes to mine, gives me a languid smile, comes over to me so that his mouth is at my ear. He nips my earlobe between his teeth. “You can always pretend it’s me,” he murmurs.
The feel of his teeth, his hot breath, the lust in his voice, it all pools into my veins, making me come again, regardless of what Wolf is doing.
“I hate you,” I whisper, voice breaking on another wave of orgasm, just as Absolon pulls back, gazes down at me, expression dark and carnal. All the while Wolf’s tongue plunges inside me, relentless.
“No you don’t,” Absolon says. “You want to. And you should. But you don’t.”
He straightens up, watches as Wolf digs his fingers into my hips, his tongue continuing to work at a frenzied pace. I’m coming again and again and it’s still not enough. It’s not enough.
“You want him to properly fuck you with his cock, or is this good for now?” Absolon asks, his voice tepid, as if he’s bored.
I cry out through another wave, back arching, limbs shaking. “I thought vampires were territorial,” I manage to say.
He gives me a quick grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Only when we’re planning to keep you.” He starts toward the door. “Give her whatever she wants, Wolf.”
The candles go out as he passes by them, smoke filling the air.
I’m coming again.
Chapter Eight
I’m lost in the darkness.
Turning inward, trying to understand, trying to hold on to any innocence I have left. I’m drowning in it, torn apart, until I’m nothing but a shadow.
Who am I now?
What will I become?
Was I ever really me?
The darkness begins to fade, dreams turning into curls of black smoke, growing brighter and brighter until…
I’m awake.
I open my eyes.
I’m underwater.
Staring up at the wavering image of Absolon, who is holding me down.
Trying to drown me.
My mouth opens in horror, water entering my lungs, and I start thrashing against him, his hands holding my head and chest below the water and I’m going to die like this, he’s going to drown me.
I keep fighting and fighting, water splashing over the sides of the tub, and Absolon doesn’t falter. His force remains as strong as ever. Poised and determined.
To kill me.
But I won’t let him.
I fight for moments, then minutes.
I’m not getting tired.
I’m not…dying.
Finally, he lets go of me and I sit straight up out of the water, gasping for air and choking, realizing I’m naked in a bathtub filled with ice cubes. I start to cough, water rushing out of my lungs, trying so hard to breathe, breathe, breathe.