Page 95 of The Vampire's Mercy

“What happened, Roy?” he demanded from the mage.

Get off me…

Hold me…

My skin sung with happiness at the connection, and my guts ached from it too.

Get off me…

Hold me…

“Speak!” Silvanus barked impatiently.

“A curse,” the mage spoke nervously. “There is a curse upon you and the elf.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

SILVANUS

Icarried Paris back to my chambers, fury boiling my blood.

A curse? What wretched creature cursed us?

The mage had no answer. All he could say was the curse had been cast yesterday, and he’d endeavor to help break it. As for everything else, we’d have to wait and see if the elf’s song revealed more.

I laid Paris on my bed, baring my fangs. He blinked up at me, his face pale, his lips trembling.

“Wrist is killing me,” he whispered.

“My blood will help.”

“No… No… I…”

I opened a vein in my wrist, holding it over his mouth. Blood dripped onto his lips, filling his mouth. He groaned, resisting for a moment.

“Drink.”

His tongue lapped at his lips, his throat bobbing.

“Yes. Drink.” My bloodthirst stirred, craving a taste of the honeyed wonder coursing through his veins.

The elf’s eyes flooded scarlet for a moment as he drank, swiftly returning to the alluring cornflower blue.

He killed Layla…

His wrist healed with an audible pop, a shuddering sigh of relief escaping his mouth, caressing my face like a spring breeze. The aftereffects of the magic came off him as curls of steam, the coral hues of his skin returning.

I drew back. “How are you?”

“Sweetcream,” he breathed. “I’m sweetcream.”

“Does that mean you’re alright?”

“Yeah.” He stayed on his back, hand sliding down to his crotch. “Yeah.”

Curse it. I should leave.

He lunged for me, grabbing my arm. “Fuck me. Please just fuck me.” His eyes implored me, his hand stroking his cock through the purple pants.