Page 93 of Thicker than Blood
Tristan moans, breaking the romantic moment and drawing my attention to him. A growl I didn’t know I was capable of emitting rises out of me, and I’m almost on my feet, ready to tear out his throat, but Elias’s grounding touch on my wrist stops me.
“We’re not done, lover.” He unbuttons his shirt. “Tristan’s last sight will be you coming on my cock, my knot stretching you apart, my name on your lips.”
Tristan growls and pride swells in my chest.
“That’s right, Tristan,” I say. “Everything you wanted is mine.”
He thrashes against his restraints, filling the room with the smell of burning flesh.
“How will we end him, lover?” Elias asks as he nuzzles my neck. “Will you tear his throat out? Or his heart? That’s what he tried to do to you.”
Anger pokes at my brain, and I twitch with the restraint it takes to stay put. “What’s happening to me?”
“You’re a vampire now, darling. Fully. You will learn to control your anger and your impulses, but not today. I could whisper a command to you and you would do it.”
“Because you made me?”
“That’s right. Because I am your maker. Eventually, you will also learn to hear your own instincts above mine, but it’s my job to guide you in the beginning.” He scratches his nails down my back, making me shiver with desire. “Now we know why you were so easy to corrupt and lead astray from your precious rules. It was always in you.”
“Could any vampire make me do things right now?”
“No, just me. My voice is your guide. Only mine.”
I try to take a deep breath but find it unnecessary and end up giggling. “I’ve always wanted you, Elias. Always.”
“And I’ve always wanted you. I just didn’t know your name.”
I run my hand over his pecs, admiring the tattoos there. Unlike with mortals, they’re raised under my fingertips like the true scars they are, etched into his flesh.
“Elias is as perfect as you think he is, Tristan.”
Tristan grunts.
“Everyone wants him, but he’s mine now. I’m worthy of him. Hechoseme.”
“Shut up,” Tristan growls.
“No.” I wiggle out of my pants, drawing a sweet moan from Elias as he runs his hand down my back to my ass.
“Look at my prize, Tristan. Just look at him. All for me.” Elias turns his head to glare directly at Tristan. “You don’t deserve to look upon such beauty, but I’ll allow it simply because it’s the last thing you’ll ever see. Consider it a parting gift.”
“You’re being cruel, Elias.”
“Am I?” He releases me long enough to stand. “It wasn’t cruel when you attacked him? You tried to take him from me, Tristan. Did you think I’d be kind?”
Tristan shakes his head. “I deserve death, but you don’t have to torture me.”
“No, I don’t. But I like it.”
I chuckle as Elias kicks off his slacks. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, thick and veiny, and my hole actually clenches with need. Tristan moans and the sound draws a wave of possessive jealousy out of me.
I caress my lover in long strokes, glaring at Tristan. “Mine.”
“That’s right,” Elias says, tugging my head back by the hair and bending to kiss me hard. “For how long?”
“Eternity,” I whisper as a smile spreads across my lips. “Never ending.”
“Never.”