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“Talon,” she moaned my name as she clenched down on me, rocking into where the heel of my palm ground against her swollen clit.
“Such a good fucking viper,” I said, thrusting into her harder. I didn’t dare move my hand, keeping it there, pushing her from one crest of pleasure to another.
“Gods,” she whimpered. “Yes. More.Talon.”
I groaned as she pushed back against me, meeting my thrusts with a determined sense of need. Growling incoherent words in my language, I lost myself, speeding up my fingers in wayonly a vampire could, pumping into her tight body like my life depended on it.
“Talon,” she said, tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck.
I sank my fangs into her neck, sucking her orgasm-honeyed blood into my mouth, moaning at the flavor. Lightning zapped down my spine, my balls tightening as I came so hard my vision blacked out for a few seconds.
I clung to Cassandra as it cleared, our breaths ragged, the hot water sloshing in the giant tub from our furious movements as we slowed, calmed. She was limp against me, her rich brown eyes lust-hazed and sated as she looked up at me.
I smirked down at her, gently removing my cock from her ass and my fingers from her pussy, bringing my forearm to her mouth.
She didn’t hesitate before she sank her fangs into me, drinking me down like she was hooked on my blood.
I hardened against her instantly, and her eyes flared wide.
“Already?”
I growled, baring my fangs. “Viking god, remember?”
She laughed, her tongue gliding over the puncture wounds before she spun around so quickly, water splashed outside the tub. She threw her legs over my hips, bringing us flush in an instant.
“You come in my pussy this time,” she ordered.
“Only if you’re a very, very good girl.”
CHAPTER 14
Cassandra
“You know,” my mother said from where she sat across from me at the formal dining room table in one of three formal dining rooms in the estate. “I have to admit, I am actually quite surprised at how easily you’ve folded yourself back into our family home, after so much time being away.”
“The heart never forgets,” I said, raising my glass of blood toward her before taking a sip.
The human feeder laid unconscious in the middle of the table, surrounded by some of the finest crystal filled with human foods—fruits and cheeses and breads. All foods I normally enjoyed in supplementation to blood, but my stomach was turning with each dinner I'd been forced to have with my mother.
Not only because I both feared and loathed her, but because of her archaic practices.
We'd gone two weeks with no information, almost hitting the three-month mark of enduring this mission and I wasn't sure how much longer I could go on.
“No, you're absolutely right,” Mother said, putting down her crystal goblet and rising from the table. “The heart truly never does forget, does it?”
I did my best to watch her with a casual sense of boredom as she rounded the table to come to stand and look down at me. I wanted to tell her that no, the heart never ever forgets, especially when it came to betrayals and grievances delivered at the hand of parents. I wanted to tell her that she may have broken my body over and over again, may have raised me to be a vessel to further the bloodline, but she’d never broken myheart. She had never been a part of it, never had any power over it no matter what mask I may have presented to survive. She’d never been able to break that.
My heart had always belonged to me and no, it’d never ever forgotten anything her or my family had done to me.
And one day she would understand the severity of that.
“I want you to know that I have genuinely been surprised at how much I've enjoyed your company these past few months,” she said, and a sense of foreboding bloomed in my chest.
My instincts prickled, and I did a casual scan of the room, wondering if Talon was back from his check-in call in the jungle yet.
He wasn't.
I forced the sensation down, chalking it up to my mother always eliciting this panic and fear in me.