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“Ember!” Ryker cries out. “Can you hear me?”

She moans again and her tongue parts her burned lips.

Ryker looks up toward me, then to Axel. “She’s alive!” His chest heaves as he holds her, rocking her slightly. Her hips swivel again and the scent of her unmistakable arousal hits my nostrils.

We do not know if she has transitioned, but she is going to recover from her burns, and when she does…it’s clear that she is going to want to have sex.

My cock stirs under the wet wool of my trousers, and I steel my jaw, hoping I can convince that part of me to calm down. I am not that weak. I will not ever allow myself the mistake of having sex with Ember again.

The rate of her healing accelerates, or seems to, and her whole body starts to move, her spine undulating, her legs rubbing together. But her skin is still red, and she has yet to open her eyes, or her mouth. Not fully.

I wish there was something I could do to soothe her pain as she heals, but suspect that more vampire blood would only increase her arousal, adding another level of discomfort.

She gasps.

Her eyes open, looking directly at me.

“Zuben.” She sits, her chest heaving, her eyes wide as her skin continues to transform back to normal.

“Do you feel different?” I ask her, using my scientist side to control my emotions.

She looks down at her body, now almost healed, and rubs her hands over her arms, then her torso, and then she slips her fingers between her legs.

“Fuck me, Zuben. Now. Please.”

Ryker slides away from her, and she turns, looking surprised, as if just now noticing that he was the one supporting her.

“No.” I hold up my hands. “I am pleased that you have revived, but Axe or Ryker must give you what you need.”

I turn away, my heart swelling, my cock pounding, my worldview shifting. The feelings I experienced when I thought that I’d lost her.

What if Ryker and Axel are right? What if Idolove her?

Chapter Twenty

Ember

My body feels electric,every nerve firing at once. The pain from my burned skin—how was I burned?—is overshadowed by a powerful energy coursing through me—and by my overwhelming desire for sex.

I’m asleep, but can’t control the lower half of my body. My hips pulse and circle in a way that only increases the damp heat radiating from my core. Were my external burns caused by this fire inside of me?

My eyes open.

Zuben. My mind flashes back to him feeding from me, the intense pain, my waning energy, and then, then… the sumptuous and satiating taste of his blood on my lips.

Drinking Zuben’s blood explains my lust. Oh, how I want him. My hips continue to pulse.

I ask him to fuck me, but can’t hear my own voice.

Everything around me is drowned out by the rush of blood coursing through me—my blood and Zuben’s—and by my hormones screaming for sex.

The other times I drank vampire blood I felt amorous, but that was nothing compared to this.

And then I rememberwhyI drank Zuben’s blood. To transition.

Am I a vampire now?

“Zuben! Fuck me, please!” I cry out for what feels like the hundredth time, but this time I’m certain I made a sound, because the words scrape as they rise up my throat.