close to the edge. Close to release. And he would give it to her. Master vampire to captured Principatus. Hunter to prey.
He drove his fingers deeper into her sex, his cock so engorged he could barely think. She cried out and he captured the raw sound with his mouth, driving his tongue past her lips.
She bucked beneath him, fought against him, her tongue battling his, her legs pulling him closer. He rammed his hips forward, wanting nothing more than to sink his cock into her hot wetness, incapable of withdrawing his fingers from her exquisite heat for the split second it would take to do so. His head swam. The heady scent of her desire poured into his being, the potent scent of her assassin’s soul turning his prick to a pole of agonizing lust. Dark Ones, he’d never wanted to fuck someone so badly. So desperately.
He invaded her mouth with his tongue, licked at her even teeth, nipped at her lips. He wriggled his fingers in her sex, stroked her clit, circled her anus. He would take her there. Later. Again and again. After he’d had his fill of her sweet, tight pussy, he would claim her ass and make her scream his name.
Your fill? Dark Ones, is that even possible?
The thought sent a surge of incredulous pleasure into his core and his balls turned hard, aching for release. He would never take his fill of her. Her taste set him on fire. Her scent made his still heart pound. She was a creature of lust and divine justice. She was his enemy, his hunter, his prey, and he would bind her to his existence and keep her as his own forever.
Is this before or after you kill her?
Ice-cold realization flooded his veins. He froze, staring down at her. She was his prey. She was his target. If he didn’t kill her, hundreds of his kind would be slaughtered. Methodically butchered by his brother for no other reason than jealous spite.
His blood roared through his veins, at once hot with lust and icy with dawning horror. He could not let his kind be butchered, no matter how intoxicating she was. He had to kill her. He had to—
Inari whimpered, her eyes aglow with undeniable pleasure. “Please,” she whispered. “Please…Master.”
The title caressed his ears, raw with capitulation and surrender. Thrumming with want and desire. One word that spoke a million—she was his for the plucking. Completely and utterly his.
And he had to kill her.
No.
Cold refusal stabbed into him, sinking into his chest. His cock throbbed. His balls rose, his body hungering for her with every fiber of his being. Greedy not for her blood, but her warmth and pleasure. Craving for it. Connecting to it.
And he had to kill her. Now.
“For every night you choose not to obey my command, I will slaughter one vampire who chose to rebel against my ascension.”
His brother’s ultimatum hissed through Ezryn’s head, and he reeled backward, disgust and dismay slamming into him with surreal force. He staggered back a step, his undead body screaming in infuriated denial. Dark Ones, what was he doing? He had to kill her.
Confusion flashing over her exquisite features, Inari pushed herself upright, her stare locked on his face. “What…” She licked her lips, a frown pulling at her dark eyebrows. “What…”
Ezryn clenched his fists, driving his nails into his palms. “I can’t.”
Her eyes widened before, with a snarl Ezryn felt in the very pit of his stomach, they blazed up in furious white fire. The Principatus rising to the surface.
The assassin finding her target.
The hunter finding its prey.
“Go,” she growled through gritted teeth. A violent black hue rippled over her sun-bronzed skin like a shimmer of absolute death, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Now.”
Ezryn stared at her, his groin tight. His demon’s soul stirred, starving not just for her pleasure and the pleasure she awoke in him, but for her blood, her life as well.
Kill her, Ezryn. Fuck her to within an inch of her life and then kill her. She is a Principatus, the
He drove his fingers deeper into her sex, his cock so engorged he could barely think. She cried out and he captured the raw sound with his mouth, driving his tongue past her lips.
She bucked beneath him, fought against him, her tongue battling his, her legs pulling him closer. He rammed his hips forward, wanting nothing more than to sink his cock into her hot wetness, incapable of withdrawing his fingers from her exquisite heat for the split second it would take to do so. His head swam. The heady scent of her desire poured into his being, the potent scent of her assassin’s soul turning his prick to a pole of agonizing lust. Dark Ones, he’d never wanted to fuck someone so badly. So desperately.
He invaded her mouth with his tongue, licked at her even teeth, nipped at her lips. He wriggled his fingers in her sex, stroked her clit, circled her anus. He would take her there. Later. Again and again. After he’d had his fill of her sweet, tight pussy, he would claim her ass and make her scream his name.
Your fill? Dark Ones, is that even possible?
The thought sent a surge of incredulous pleasure into his core and his balls turned hard, aching for release. He would never take his fill of her. Her taste set him on fire. Her scent made his still heart pound. She was a creature of lust and divine justice. She was his enemy, his hunter, his prey, and he would bind her to his existence and keep her as his own forever.
Is this before or after you kill her?
Ice-cold realization flooded his veins. He froze, staring down at her. She was his prey. She was his target. If he didn’t kill her, hundreds of his kind would be slaughtered. Methodically butchered by his brother for no other reason than jealous spite.
His blood roared through his veins, at once hot with lust and icy with dawning horror. He could not let his kind be butchered, no matter how intoxicating she was. He had to kill her. He had to—
Inari whimpered, her eyes aglow with undeniable pleasure. “Please,” she whispered. “Please…Master.”
The title caressed his ears, raw with capitulation and surrender. Thrumming with want and desire. One word that spoke a million—she was his for the plucking. Completely and utterly his.
And he had to kill her.
No.
Cold refusal stabbed into him, sinking into his chest. His cock throbbed. His balls rose, his body hungering for her with every fiber of his being. Greedy not for her blood, but her warmth and pleasure. Craving for it. Connecting to it.
And he had to kill her. Now.
“For every night you choose not to obey my command, I will slaughter one vampire who chose to rebel against my ascension.”
His brother’s ultimatum hissed through Ezryn’s head, and he reeled backward, disgust and dismay slamming into him with surreal force. He staggered back a step, his undead body screaming in infuriated denial. Dark Ones, what was he doing? He had to kill her.
Confusion flashing over her exquisite features, Inari pushed herself upright, her stare locked on his face. “What…” She licked her lips, a frown pulling at her dark eyebrows. “What…”
Ezryn clenched his fists, driving his nails into his palms. “I can’t.”
Her eyes widened before, with a snarl Ezryn felt in the very pit of his stomach, they blazed up in furious white fire. The Principatus rising to the surface.
The assassin finding her target.
The hunter finding its prey.
“Go,” she growled through gritted teeth. A violent black hue rippled over her sun-bronzed skin like a shimmer of absolute death, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Now.”
Ezryn stared at her, his groin tight. His demon’s soul stirred, starving not just for her pleasure and the pleasure she awoke in him, but for her blood, her life as well.
Kill her, Ezryn. Fuck her to within an inch of her life and then kill her. She is a Principatus, the
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