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I lunged at Garroway. My body was a fortress of desire and lust, penetrated by this dhampir who had transformed from my rival to my enemy to my friend.

Our lips laced together, fervent this time. The gentleness from before was gone, tossed aside just as quickly as his words left his mouth.

The words are a promise, I thought vaguely, even as Garro swatted my tongue aside with his and dominated my mouth. He claimed me, holding me tight against him, my back against the cold stone wall.

Every fiber of my being begged for him. I’d never craved so intensely before, as if everything he’d told me had unlocked a hidden part of me I no longer could hide.

We had been close in the Temple of the True. Close to desecrating that holy place and damning ourselves for eternity in the eyes of the True spirits.

Now I was determined to cross the threshold into damnation. I begged for it, prayed for it.

Garroway’s hands were rough, digging through my clothes into my skin. He held me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world to him.

And I realized I was.

If his connection with Skartovius is truly severed, I am the only thing he has to hold onto. The only thing that might keep him sane. I wondered something else. If he’s lost his vampiric connection, does that mean he might be regaining his humanity?

It was a baffling concept: an ageless monster of the night reverting back to how he was before he was born.

Grayskins, dhampir, half-bloods . . . they’re born into this. Unlike a vampire who is turned from a fullblood through a bloodletting ritual I don’t understand, it’s different for someone like Garroway. Thralls turned by vampires were made . Thralls born to a vampire and human were born.

So can he be unborn or remade?

That brought up the next and final logical thought before all logic flooded out of my system the deeper I kissed Garroway.

Can my Loreblood return someone like Garro to a life he’s never known?

Can this power inside me truly be strong enough to end the reign of vampires .

. . by destroying everything they control?

My tongue touched the tip of his fangs. He made a sound in my throat. His body pressed hard against mine, so stiff it felt he was about to burst free from his pants.

So I helped him along. We became a flurry of tangled arms and legs as we undressed each other right there and then, over the smoking, rotted body of Dimmon Plank.

The sound of hurried rustling filled the jail cell as our clothes were discarded and tossed haphazardly aside. Our eyes never left each other. We had become each other’s entire world.

I reached down between us, eager to relieve Garroway of the pent-up tension built up between his legs. His cock was hard, smooth, thick. It was hot as the sun, nearly scalding my hand with its heat—an unnatural heat—as if the dhampir’s blood was afire.

Oh gods. Does Vallan’s name for me have truth to it? “Silverblood.” Does it mean my touch can kill a vampire?

My worry was quickly denied when Garroway simply grunted as my hand wrapped around his velvety length. “Fuck, lass, I never expected your touch to feel so lovely. I suppose I should have, since everything else about you is lovely.”

I smirked, parting our wet lips long enough to say, “Flattery doesn’t suit you, Garroway. I don’t want your kind words. I want your hard cock railing into me and making me scream.”

He choked out a sound at my delirious desire. I felt crazed, emboldened, and it only spurred his lust forward.

Garroway went to his knees. His hand trailed between my heavy breasts and lightly ghosted over my peaked nipples before landing at the apex of my thighs.

I put a hand on his head, watching as he licked his lips and leaned forward.

“I can smell all of you,” he muttered.

I made a face, wrinkling my nose. “Okay, maybe flattery is better than that .”

He laughed and looked up, eyes begging me to let him do his worst. “You misunderstand, lass. I simply mean the scent of your blood is so strong I can practically taste it on my tongue.”

My lips parted, throat dry.

“ And your pussy is the prettiest flower I’ve ever seen. I need to make you feel everything.”

My cheeks flared and I stuttered, “J-Just shut up and get down there.”

Next thing I knew, I was shoving him between my thighs. His tongue laved my wet lips, and the dhampir practically lapped up my juices and hummed as he did it.

The sensation barreled through me—lightning scalded my veins and filled me with fervor.

His hands clutched my wide hips, moving just above the curve to my narrower middle where he could hold me tight. I slumped back against the wall, the coldness of the stone against my ass mingling with the white-hot heat that seared through my extremities and belly.

“Fuck, Garro,” I breathed. “Just like that. I didn’t—didn’t know you’d be so good at that!”

My head rolled on my neck. I put my free hand on his head and urged him forward with both palms, controlling his movements. His head bobbed back and forth as he sucked on my engorged clit and slid his tongue into me.

My knees nearly buckled, knocking together as the intensity of his ministrations washed over me and consumed me absolutely.

“I need you inside me,” I croaked.

Garroway stood to his full height, eye-level with me. “I wish for nothing more.”

My hand found his cock, groping blindly between us as I kissed his glistening lips and tasted myself on him. Sweat coated my skin, our bodies slick as he pressed forward.

My palm massaged over the broad ridge of him, smearing his arousal and wetting his length. I guided him between my thighs, felt him prod against me with that strong, rock-hard cock, and I murmured, “You’re big.”

A smug smile tilted his lips.

“I don’t want you going gentle on me,” I ordered. I lowered my body and rushed forward onto his cock.

We both inhaled in unison as his length penetrated and filled me. It stretched me at first—a flush of pain mingling with the powerful bliss threatening to consume me absolutely.

My eyes rolled and I blinked back to the present, feeling every inch of him plunge inside me. Garroway grunted, wrapped me in his arms, and thrust up into me.

I gasped and bent my knee, lifting my left leg to give him more leverage and power. I reached down and cupped his taut ass, coaxing him forward with a push.

The thrall bucked his hips again, sending his cock deeper inside my depths and stretching me further.

My moan was loud—no longer a hushed whisper. It echoed off the bars of the cell and stone walls of the room. “Fuck!”

With my hand guiding his rear, his body rolled into a rhythm, pummeling me against the wall just like I’d demanded, flattening my ass against cold stone.

He snarled, lost to the lust, and bared his wicked fangs. “Can I, lass?”

I nodded eagerly. I knew what he wanted without him needing to say it. The evidence was clear on his face—the unstoppable need.

Garro slanted his head and leaned forward to bite into my neck.

He fucked me while sucking the blood from my veins.

The thrum of intensity grew more pronounced.

I moaned again, until my moaning became a whimper I couldn’t control.

I bucked my hips to meet his narrower ones.

My thighs jiggled and smacked against him as he fed on my Loreblood and fucked the thoughts out of me.

My hand ripped up from his ass cheek, nails digging into his flesh and rending his back.

Garro hissed as he drank. My blood ignited with fire and I thought I’d pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all—his cock inside me, his fangs within me.

I convulsed, losing myself to the rhythmic pulsating of my blood in my ears, draining out of me. Dizziness and haziness washed over me, making my mouth fall open. I could feel drool trickling out past my lips.

Garroway pulled back and slurped his fill. My blood dripped down his chin. He didn’t eat like a refined nobleblood like Skartovius—he feasted like an animal, unable to control himself.

His cock throbbed. It grew harder, stronger, and I was forced to clench my muscles to keep him from punching into my guts and ruining me.

But I wanted to be ruined. I wanted him to break me and make me forget my past, so these three devious vampires could remake me in their image.

In that moment, I needed everything they could offer. I prayed for my life to make sense in a way it never had before. I knew the thoughts in my head were foolish and sex-addled. They weren’t logical or practical—they were the whims of a woman on the verge.

And that verge came quickly.

It rushed through me like a battering ram, slamming into my walls just as hard as Garroway plowed. The claps of our flesh echoed and carried through the whole damned manor.

I noticed Dimmon Plank squirming to wakefulness, and then I looked away and focused on Garroway’s face so I didn’t have to think about my attacker.

Because I had a lover now to guide me. Someone who unfathomably cared for me. Someone I trusted, perhaps more than anyone I had before him—even Lukain—because he had come back to me.

Fuck my special magic blood and the bond it created between us. The fact Garroway returned and begged for more was enough to change me. It was stronger than the supposed “connection” my Loreblood caused.

There was no rejection with Garroway like there had been with Lukain. He fed on me the first time in the temple. He returned for more, unable to help himself.

Ecstasy careened through me when he combined our fornicating with his feeding, launching my spirit into another realm.

The battering ram collided again, I moaned in a long drawl, and then my body seized.

Garroway gasped and sucked in a sharp breath before hilting his cock inside me. My entire curvy body bounced and he nearly took me off my feet with that final thrust. It was a thrust for the ages, and I yelped at his aggressiveness.

The gates opened and I unleashed everything I had, squeezing my legs and arms around him in a tight embrace as we both came undone simultaneously. I unraveled before this half-man I hardly knew but had become intrinsically connected with.

We groaned in each other’s ears as we released. His hot ropes of cum flooded me and he didn’t bother disconnecting our sweaty bodies to unload himself.

I spasmed in unison, eyes rolling again as white lights shot behind my lids and claimed me. The pleasure nearly knocked me out cold but I held on and gripped him for stability—to keep me grounded as I came.

When it was done, we slowly unhanded each other but didn’t move our bodies away. Together, we slid down to the cold ground. My back crackled against the uneven surface of the wall. I didn’t care. I felt no pain.

Our foreheads fell forward and pressed together. Our labored breaths slowly mellowed as one. The thrum of blood rushing in my ears evened out. I could feel him trickling out of me once he withdrew his cock.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” I breathed. “I’ve never felt like that.”

“It’s just the beginning, lass . . . if you’ll allow it.”

I nodded dumbly, looked into his sparkling red eyes. “You promise?”

He smiled.

“What’s this about promises? Is my bloodthrall making vows he can’t keep?”

My head snapped up at the deep, resonant voice coming from the doorway of the cell. Garroway’s face whipped over his shoulder, startled and scared.

“M-Master,” he crowed. “I can explain.”

Skartovius Ashfen lifted a hand to silence his thrall. His regal stance—the cloak framing his tall, gaunt form, his flaring red-gold eyes, his deep frown of judgment—made him impossibly intimidating as he looked down his nose at the two naked people before him.

I could only imagine what went through Skar’s mind, seeing my Loreblood dripping from his thralls chin.

“I remember a promise I made of my own,” he said, speaking to me. “Do you recall, little temptress?”

I didn’t bother hiding my modesty. There was no point with this daring, dark vampire. “You said I would submit to you . . . of my own volition.”

“Well?” He tilted his head. “Your eyes tell me you are ready to make good on the bargain.”

I glanced into Garroway’s eyes, seeing his gaze flare with eagerness and excitement. I didn’t see jealousy or hate or resentment there—only more lust.

“I am,” I whispered. My body called for Lord Ashfen, even though Garro had just sullied me and turned me into a panting mess.

I wanted more. I needed more. This thirst was unquenchable.

“What was that?” Skar asked annoyingly, stepping into the cell. “I couldn’t hear you.”

I firmed my jaw, beginning to stand on wobbly legs. “I said I am ready for you to claim me, Lord Ashfen.”

He stopped me with a mere look. Something palpable took hold of my limbs, like an invisible power forcing me to my knees. “No need to stand,” he explained. “When I’d rather have you crawl to me.”

My neck went hollow and I flexed instinctively. Garroway chanced another frightened look over his shoulder at the man who owned him.

Skartovius smiled wickedly, beckoning us forward with a curl of his fingers. “Don’t look so scared, cub. You can both crawl to your master.”