[Tabitha’s POV]Excitement flares through me as I obediently climb off the bed, standing at the foot of it while Vance watches me with dark, hungry eyes. I didn’t know what was wrong with me since I should be against this and trying to kill the vampire in front of me, but when I looked at him, all I could feel was the desperate need to please him and do as he wanted.It was like my only mission in life was to make this man feel good, and that both excited and unnerved me.Slowly, I begin to pull off my shirt while swiveling my hips seductively, lowering myself more and more until I’m on my knees and throwing it aside. Once it is out of the way, I move onto my pants, which I slide out of as I climb onto the bed once more.Keeping my gaze fixed on Vance’s, I start to crawl, sliding my breasts and body against his legs as I work my way up until my face is even with his crotch. Once in place, I start to undo his pants and then pull them down so that I can free his dick.Smiling, I stick o
[Atticus’ POV]I slash out, attempting to cut the vampire's fucking throat, only for him to dodge me with a look of amusement on his face.“Gotta be quicker than that,” he chuckles. "I'm not some novice irritating fae; I've been around for years, and I've learned a thing or two."Ignoring his taunt, I begin to move again, attacking with all my might while he jumps around, easily dodging each of my attacks, until he is standing in front of a window with a look of boredom on his face.“As much as I’m enjoying this, I must get going.”Giving a wink, he throws himself backwards as I move, slashing out again, this time managing to hit his chest before he topples out of the window. Cursing, I move to follow but stop as a whimper sounds from behind me. Turning, I take in Tabitha as she reaches between her thighs in an attempt to relieve the effects of the fucking venom the damned vampire put in her."Dammit!" I growl, clamping my hand so my weapon disappears. “Next time.”For now, I would le
[Tabitha’s POV]I pull the blanket that is draped around me tighter as Atticus and Anthony watch me, waiting for me to begin to speak. After getting sick in Atticus’ car, I was brought back to his home, where I could shower and change, then make myself comfortable in his large living room with pristine white furniture and no true signs that someone actually lived here. Both men waited for me to tell my story, and although Anthony already knew it, he too looked expectant.“If you don’t want to tell, I can,” he offers after a long period of silence. “I know that it may be hard.”“It’s okay,” I assure him, feeling that familiar tug of pain I felt when I saw him since his infidelity. “I’m an adult and capable of telling my own story.”I was. It was just that I hadn’t spoken of it since being sent to live in the church, and to open up to someone other than Anthony left me feeling weird.“Instead of telling me,” Atticus begins, giving me a serious look. “I could simply kill all the fucking
[Atticus’ POV]I lean forward and press my lips against Tabitha’s as she remains quiet. If only she knew how fucking badly I wanted to take her right here and now because of what I had seen her doing with another.Never in my life had I felt this fucking possessive over someone, and it was beginning to drive me mad.“Get some sleep,” I murmur, pulling away and brushing her cheek. “You’re going to need your energy for when I get my hands on you.”“What about you?” She whispers, clearly feeling the same draw as me. “What will you do?”“Help that bastard Anthony settle in,” I smirk.Nodding, she gives me one last look before heading into the room and closing the door so that I’m left alone in the hall.For a moment, I don’t move as I debate whether or not I really need to go down and deal with him. However, in the end, I move since I didn’t want him to disturb me later when I got my revenge on Tabitha.When I step into the living room, he is up and alert, and a look of relief colors his
[Allister’s POV]“One,” the word puffs out of my mouth as I pull myself up and then drop back down. “Two.”I continue this pattern again and again until my irritation begins to die down. Three days had passed since I got to taste that woman, and even now I found myself craving her blood, but despite the need growing in me, I didn’t search for her.There were rules in place for the chase and hunting, but the one we were playing with down wasn’t among them.Huffing, I release the pull-up bar and drop to my feet before walking over to the bench, where my towel and water wait for me. When I reach, I wipe the sweat from my face and my chest before taking a long drink.Looking around the room, I consider whether or not I should do a couple more reps, but I decide against it.Throwing my towel over my shoulder, I begin to move, heading out of the workout room and into the hall beyond, just in time to see Vance stumbling towards me.For a moment, I just took in his disgruntled form. His hair,
[Atticus’ POV]I take Anthony’s form in for a couple more minutes before turning and making my way upstairs, where Tabitha should be sound asleep. I could only hope that she had gotten enough rest because I wasn’t going to let her sleep for the rest of the night after what happened.Letting out a growl of frustration, I try to ignore the memories of her with that damned vampire to come forward, but despite my best efforts, I can't, and as they come, so does my dark side wanting punishment and possession.Stopping in front of my bedroom door, I consider whether or not this is a good idea, but nature takes over, and I’m heading inside, where I pull off my clothes and throw them on the ground before climbing onto the bed and cuddling up against Tabitha so that I can begin to knead her breast while my other hand finds its way between her thighs.“Mmm, Atticus,” Tabitha whimpers, attempting to roll over but stopping as I tighten my hold.“Don’t move,” I murmur, slipping my fingers between
[Anthony’s POV]My head throbs, followed by my neck, as the world around me begins to come back. Beneath me is hard and cold, causing a chill to enter my body before I slowly pry my eyes open to find that I’m lying on the floor of someone’s living room.Groaning, I slowly sit up while the room around me spins. Fuck, did I drink that much to end up like this? As this thought hits, images of the previous night with Atticus and Tabitha begin to appear, and before I can even piece them together, I’m jumping up.Letting out a growl of frustration, I take in the area around me once more and realize that I had slept on the fucking floor of Atticus’ living room.“Bastard,” I hiss, taking in the cup that I had been given before passing out. Lifting it, I sniff until I can make out the scent of herbs. “He fucking drugged me.”Throwing the cup on the ground, I look at the stairs and begin to move, making my way up them until I spot Tabitha moving silently down it towards what I can only assume i
[Tabitha’s POV]What was I doing? How the hell did I let myself get sandwiched between these two men, one of whom I should hate with my whole being? This had to have something to do with the vampires marks on me, it had to be. That’s right, that was it. Since they marked me, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from wanting to be touched, tortured, and taken by whoever touched me. It was their venom that made me so horny and sensitive.You wish. A small voice in the back of my head giggles.Ignoring it, I find myself deciding this had to be the reason. I let myself become lost in the feel of Atticus and Anthony moving in me until I’m crashing into orgasm.“Fuck!” I moan, leaning my head against Atticus’ shoulder so that his mouth could find mine once more, muffling the moans that were escaping me as I continued to get fucked hard and fast until both men were cumming deep in me.Panting, we remained in place as it became increasingly clear that neither man wanted to move first.Rolling my ey