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Chapter 8

V for Very Vampire

I fought to stay awake, but I lost the fight somewhere along the way. When I woke up, I wasn’t in the hotel room I shared with Sloan. I was next to the man who demanded I be ready for him when he got back. I breathed in nothing but his thick cologne, and I hadn’t realized how much I missed it.

My throat was horribly dry. A thirst I hadn’t felt since the first time I woke up as a genetic vampire hybrid scratched at my throat. I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t ask questions about Fredrick or what they learned at the club while I was asleep. The need for blood was a violent echo in my body. Like it hadn’t been satiated in months.

I was so fucking thirsty.

The smell of his blood lengthened my fangs to points, and the foggy thirst made me move before I could think, hungry, desperate, in terrible need. I needed to go where the steady pulse was—where the blood never stopped flowing. And my body moved on its own. It took me to where his pulse was the loudest; where the smell was the strongest.

Phillip was shirtless and sitting with his back against the headboard, phone in one hand and his other gently running through my red hair. But as soon as I moved, the older Hunter tossed his phone onto the bedside table next to him and grabbed a glass filled with…

Blood.

“I was able to get you to swallow some earlier, but you need more,” Phillip’s deep voice entreated, handing me the glass.

He got me to swallow some?

I noticed I’d been stripped down to my black bra and underwear but was too thirsty to taunt him about it. Taking the proffered cup, I drank down the contents, then licked any remnants from my mouth. It wasn’t long before I found myself running my tongue along the inside of the cup, shamefully desperate, violently thirsty, and annoyed there wasn’t more.

Phillip’s chest constricted as the Hunter sucked in a sharp breath. He watched me clean the inside of the cup until there was nothing left. “I was worried this would happen, but we’re a little short on blood, maus.”

His artic-blue eyes dropped to my mouth, then he stole the cup right out of my hand. I whimpered, unsatisfied and ready to fight him for it, but Phillip swooped in to silence my complaints. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and drove his tongue inside.

It didn’t matter why he was kissing me, only that he was, so I responded immediately. I’d been craving him for so long it smothered my thirst. No, if anything, it made me thirsty for something else.

Phillip’s kiss was as punishing as I fantasized it would be. He dominated my mouth like he wanted to replace everyone else and their touches. Like he was all I’d ever need. We couldn’t get enough of each other. I’d been waiting for his kiss, and I’d do whatever I could to keep it. When I nicked him with my fangs, the taste of his blood spread across my tongue. It called to me in a way nothing ever had.

I wanted more.

Needed more.

Phillip tensed under me as I crawled up his body and licked his lip where it’d already healed. I sucked on it hard enough to make the oversized Hunter groan, close to biting him again. Just a taste. That was all I needed. A little taste. His blood was calling to me, practically screaming. His pulse throbbed in my ears, under my tongue and fingers. It was impossible to ignore.

My soft whimper of frustration finally forced action from the stiff Hunter. Grabbing my ass, Phillip guided my hips into a hard roll against his stomach, and my head fell back into a needy moan. “Calm down, lass. You know I’ll take care of you, so sit pretty for me and wait.”

Familiar sensations slithered through my body, awakening the urge to submit to his every command—to do whatever the older Hunter wanted from me. I stopped and waited. Even as hungry and as desperate as I was for his blood, I stayed on his lap and waited like I was supposed to.

Brushing red hair away from my face, Phillip collected another handful and angled my head back. Another heady moan fled my mouth, ready for punishment. “That’s my good girl,” he whispered between gentle kisses and nips along my arched neck.

My skin prickled with the praise, and I sunk fingers into his hair. “I’m still hungry.”

“I know, maus,” came his gruff reply, Phillip’s torso tautening in a silent fight not to give in right away.

He wanted me begging for it. He never gave me what I wanted right away, and it drove me crazy. Even with something anyone would deem crucial, Phillip made me wait. With one word, I could put an end to the torture and get what I needed. But I wouldn’t utter it. I wanted to be his good girl.

Always.

Leaning forward, I sucked on his lip piercing before dropping down and swirling my tongue around the one in his nipple. My eyes flicked up to his, begging him to give into me.

Phillip’s jaw clenched. The all-animal growl he let loose tickled my lips before the powerful Hunter yanked my head back in punishment—a punishment a brat like me deserved. His other hand glided down my neck, and his hungry eyes followed its seductive path.

With his light eyes gleaming in warning, Phillip stole my bra right from my chest, tearing through the lace like it was tissue paper. He palmed my breast with his large hand and pinched the hardened nipple between his fingers.

I barely bit back a wanting sound when he gave my nipple a small tug. The pain went straight to my hips. To anyone else, it’d be nothing. With my heightened senses, it was torture. Absolute fucking torture.

My chest rose and fell with effort. But I didn’t move. I knew better. If I waited for him, he’d give me what I needed. He always did. With Phillip, pain was always prelude to pleasure, but I’d have to be patient, or I’d be forced to wait longer.

“Please,” I whispered, swallowing, ready to do whatever it took to get what I wanted.

“I’m going to suggest something, V, and I’ll caution you never to do it with anyone else because…”

The hand kneading my breast and tormenting my nipple dropped to the place between my legs. I’d been wet before, but now I was practically dripping for him. One of his fingers passed over the moisture he found there. I nearly lost it when he pushed a finger inside, but he didn’t do more than that. Instead, he flicked and rub my clit. More torture. Nothing he did was meant to satisfy, only tease.

When I swiveled my hips, hoping it’d force action or at the very least relieve tension, he pulled his hand away and licked the finger he’d put inside me clean. It took every ounce of control left in me not to rub myself on his already hardening cock. I was so close to getting what I wanted. I didn’t want to risk another indiscretion. If anyone knew how to keep a girl on the edge of pleasure, it was this bastard.

“Because they won’t be able to overpower you if you lose yourself.” His wild eyes held mine. “Not like I can.”

I waited, barely breathing.

His hand slid over my thigh, teasing my skin to perfect sensitivity. Then his eyes caught mine again. “Bite me, V.”

Not expecting the command, I stiffened and opened my mouth. “W-what?”

“Come on, maus, drink your fill,” Phillip demanded, dragging me towards his neck. “I’ll stop you when you’ve taken enough.”

I was still rigid as the other Hunter angled his neck to the side, the pulse of his jugular stealing my gaze in an instant. My own pulse thrummed so loud in my ears I almost didn’t hear what he said next.

“And while you take what you need, lass, I’m going to fuck you and take what I need, too.” He rubbed a little milky liquid on his neck where his jugular vein throbbed, his lips tilted.

I wasn’t sure what it did, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it had something to do with ensuring I could take blood from him. Phillip had so many different concoctions and inventions that didn’t make sense to me until he used them, but I could barely think, let alone wonder for what purpose he created this one.

The hand holding my head brought my open mouth right to his throat, and the other one worked his pants open before slipping my underwear to the side. The sweet call of his blood made the thoughts of uncertainty disappear. I sunk my fangs into his tattooed skin without another thought and lapped up the flow of blood when it reached my mouth.

Phillip’s hand gripped the back of my neck before his cock drove into me. The intense sensation nearly forced me to flee my meal, but his hand kept me locked to his neck as his hips slammed into me.

“Fuck,” Phil groaned, his pace wild and unforgiving. The way he uttered the word suggested I wasn’t the only one overcome by a craving. And it made me suck harder. Take more than my fair share.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered thickly. “Only I can give this to you. Say it, V.”

Licking his delicious blood from my lips, I hummed in agreement. I cried out when Phillip rubbed circles over my clit with his thumb, demanding I say it out loud. “Only you, Phil.”

He growled, and his hips slapped into me several times. “Fuck, lass. That’s right.”

It felt so fucking good. Between the luscious taste of his blood and the way he pounded my body, I was barely keeping myself together.

I gulped down the warm liquid rushing into my mouth between moans and gasps, so overcome that all I could do was what the older Hunter told me to do. He whispered commands. Told me how good I was, how good I felt wrapped around his cock. His husky baritone praised me for fucking him the way he liked.

It was shivers down my spine with every praise.

I drank and chased pleasure until an orgasm slammed into me out of nowhere. My body curved as far as his hands would let me go. He growled and dragged me back. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I rolled my hips over his, fucking myself on his lap, desperately seeking that painful, overstimulated second peak.

I came again.

“Oh fuck, Phil!”

Phillip flipped us over, getting me onto my back, and thrust his cock in so hard my vision tunneled. His powerful body moved over mine the way it always did—without mercy. It was mesmerizing to watch. I never got tired of seeing the muscles along his torso dance while he fucked me.

His wound had already healed, but his blood painted the spot where I’d bit him, so I licked it away with my tongue and made the other Hunter groan like a beast. Locking a hand around my throat, Phillip squeezed just hard enough to bring euphoria. His hips slammed into mine, our skin slapping, never slowing for a fucking minute, and I lived for it.

I let the other Hunter dominate me the way he liked.

Phillip made me come several more times before he finally finished inside me, strong waist locked, mouth possessively coming down on mine. After minutes of heavy breathing neither of us needed, we both came out of the hazy bliss like it was the first time we’d ever fucked.

Pulling out of me, Phillip fell onto his back, scooped me up into his arms, and held me close. The rapid thud of his heart was all I heard for several long minutes before he finally deigned a reason to speak.

“Sloan can’t fuck you like that,” he said out of nowhere.

Laughing, I peered up at the arrogant Hunter and found him smirking to himself. “Curious?”

Phillip’s light eyes cut down to me. “Would you tell me if I were?”

I shouldn’t be so fucking turned on by the idea, but I nodded and my own lips tilted impishly. “I would.”

The other Hunter’s stare was deadly, but his smirk stayed firmly in place. “That’s a good girl.”

The praise went straight to the numb place between my legs, and I sucked in a breath. Deciding it was better to not get lost in passion again, I redirected the conversation. “What happened with Fredrick the Fuck?”

Not expecting the question, Phillip barked a laugh and carded a hand through his wet hair. “Ah, that depp…”

Depp? As in Johnny Depp?

“In English, for those of us who don’t speak German,” I sassed.

Phillip’s smirk grew. “Eager for another punishment, maus?”

Another throb between my legs was the only warning I needed. I wanted to get him talking—and quick—or we’d never leave our room to carry out our marvelous revenge. “Did we find out who the other six are?”

The devious smile the other Hunter wore told me he knew perfectly well what he was doing to me. Jerk. But he had mercy on me and answered my question instead, “We got two names out of him, but those were all he knew. It gives us somewhere to start, but it’s not going to be easy.”

Confused, my eyebrow rose. “Has it ever been easy?”

Chuckling and idly running his fingers through my hair, Phillip sighed. “Fair point, but we’ll need to get information from someone I’d rather stay in the past.”

Now I was really curious.

When he didn’t go on, I growled and poked him. “Look, I’m still recovering from doing something very vampire just a few minutes ago, so get to the point before I find a reason to leave and ask Sloan instead.”

The amusement in Phillip’s expression was gone the minute I mentioned Sloan. “I’ll punish you for that later,” he promised, his dominant voice resurfacing and putting the brat in me in place. “We’re going to need to bend that obnoxious dog’s ear. The name that came up is an alpha, and one that he probably knows better than anyone. It also explains why Tiff and Topher were on Lux’s payroll.”

What?!

“A werewolf they knew?”

Teasing his fingers down my back, Phillip stared at me. “Worse. A whole society of them.”

“Scheisse…”

Grinning, Phillip beamed a smile in pride. “See, you do know German.”

Rolling my eyes, I stewed in the revelation that we were up against a society of werewolves working for Lux. It’d be a fucking chore to figure out how to tackle such a wolfy dilemma.