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It tightened.

“You’ll be a good girl for me, too.”

Chapter Eighteen

LAURENT

Given’s blood was almost as sweet as her pussy. And there was a surplus of magic in her veins.

But of course Varick knew that already. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be demanding this little performance—as well as putting on his own with the dagger and salt. I wasn’t entirely certain the latter was an act, which was the only thing stopping me from calling his bluff.

He’d chosen that particular blade for a specific reason. The betrayal cut deeper than the furrow he’d carved into his arm.

I didn’t temper the bite in my voice as I locked eyes with him. “You’ve got us where you want us, General. What comes next?” If he wanted a fucking show so badly, he was going to work for it.

His eyes glowed. “Command her.”

My shoulders tensed. Because he didn’t mean it in the usual sense. No, he wanted me to command her—to infuse my order with blood magic. Disobedience would cause her significant pain. Sustained refusal could kill her.

Varick waited, his chest covered in blood and the dagger at the ready. “Do it. Command her.”

Jaw tight, I nicked my thumb and held it to her lips.

She frowned, no doubt remembering the last time she tasted my blood.

“Go on,” I murmured. “You’re not as sensitive as you used to be.”

She licked the drop.

“Sabet,” I said, and her frown deepened. Hardly surprising. She knew so little about her vampire heritage. Why should she know this? For the moment, her ignorance offered her a small measure of bliss. But it wouldn’t last. She’d feel nothing until I issued the next command. When that happened, pain would strike like a hot iron. Resisting the power word for command could bring a full-blooded male vampire to his knees.

Varick wasted no time giving commands of his own. “Take his cock out, Princess. Undo his pants and get your hand on him.”

I braced myself for a battle, but she did as she was told, her slim fingers trembling as she worked open my laces. My erection sprang free, and her eyes went wide. And didn’t that just make my cock twitch like a stallion scenting a mare. It jutted from my hips, the slit leaking precome. When her pink tongue darted out and moistened her lips, I groaned deep in my throat. Blood and obedience and a ready tongue. Three of my favorite things.

“Suck him,” Varick ordered. “Hold him at the base and take him into your mouth.”

She hesitated, her eyes lifting to mine like she sought approval. Or perhaps a reprieve.

His voice went deeper. “I’m in charge here, Princess. And I’m not in the habit of repeating myself.”

Her pouty lips compressed in a tight, disapproving line. But she shivered, and her tits rose and fell faster as her breathing picked up.

Naughty princess. It was one thing for her to come while I ate her pussy in the tower house, quite another for her to enjoy being put on her knees and bossed around. But I knew arousal when I saw it. Her blue eyes darkened with lust, and her nipples poked hard against her bodice. She stared at the bead of moisture on my tip like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. At last, she curled tentative fingers around my shaft. “Like this?” she whispered.

“You can hold me tighter.” I placed my hand over hers and helped her give me a slow stroke. “You won’t hurt me, beautiful, no matter how hard you squeeze.”

Apparently eager to test it, she tightened her grip and pumped her fist up and down my cock. More precome seeped from my slit. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, looking for all the world like she was struggling to keep her tongue to herself.

“Do you like that?” I asked her. “You like my dick getting all wet for you, Princess?”

Her lips parted, and her luscious tits rose and fell faster. She nodded. The same wonder she’d displayed at Lar Satha entered her eyes. She grew bolder, swiping her fingers through the moisture and smoothing it over my shaft. A rosy flush spread over her cheeks. One little fang nibbled at her bottom lip as she fell into a tentative rhythm.

My hips jerked, and I suppressed another groan. Fuck, she was a fast learner. The wonder in her eyes shifted to admiration. She slid her hand up and down my length like she adored it. Well, we had that in common. There was something deeply appealing about soft skin pulled tight over a rock-hard cock. Velvet and steel. A fat, spongy head and a drooling slit.

“That’s it,” I rasped, watching her slender fingers slick me. “That’s a very good girl.”

Varick’s voice struck like a whip. “I told you to suck him.”