Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
The woman’s mind is strong. I’ll give her that. I offered her a refreshment as I posed as her doctor’s stand-in. The real Dr. Brashear is currently in a freezer in my nightclub. I smile as I think of the nightclub. The place is under my thumb. The owner and staff are all blood dolls for me to control. It comes in handy when I can pick and choose from all the customers. It also makes my nights more fun. Three of them are sleeping in my bed, too weak from blood loss and pleasuring me to do much else.
My thoughts float back to the offending woman in the picture.
I willed Grace with my power to drink the soda I offered her when she freaked out in the office. She refused. In fact, after fainting she was so closed-up that I couldn’t pry into her mind—not even a little. Normally mortal brains are easy to manipulate and control. Even a supernatural’s mate is if the mating is not complete. I didn’t detect a mating bond with Grace either. Which leaves me wondering what the hell is going on.
Grace denied me all on her own and I need to know why.
It’s more power than I’ve ever felt coming from a mate of my kind. Hell, it’s more power than I’ve felt from a human, that’s for sure. Ettie is powerful, but her abilities mostly came after her bond with Eleven. Grace must be an anomaly.
I made sure we got a blood sample from the hospital to run tests on. The problem is, I’m no science geek. That was Draven and Four’s forte. I’ll have to search out Draven’s flunkies I suppose. That’s bothersome. It’s not like I have time to go back to West Virginia. One thing is for certain though. Grace Miller will be my next conquest. I’ll have to kill Seven to get to her, which is more like a two-birds-one-stone scenario. I mean I’ll enjoy his death. I’ll kill him cheerfully—right after I make him watch me fuck his little mate and turn her into my whore. Better yet, I will have her kill Seven while my seed is dripping between her legs.
Yes, that sounds like a much better plan. My cock swells and aches just from the thought alone.
“Glenna.”
I rouse one of the sleeping women in my bed. I don’t remember the other two, but the beautiful redhead was fun. She made it worth remembering her name. She will take care of my needs. She has flaming red hair like the fires of hell and her skin is lily white. It’s so pale that last night her ass glowed pink with my handprint when I spanked her. It was also perfect to bite on. The more pain I gave her, the more she begged. Fuck, I didn’t have to use mind control on her either. She enjoyed every minute of it. She might make a good little pet to keep by my side. I might even see if Grace will play with her once she’s under my control.
Glenna interrupts my thoughts as she walks over to me, her body completely bared. Her perky full tits bounce as she sways her thick hips. Her flaming red hair hangs loose over her shoulders, making her milky skin glow as her rosy nipples peek through the strands. She stops just in front of me allowing me to drink her in.
“Kneel.” I order. She follows the command and slides down on her knees right between my legs. Right where I like her.
“Hold your breast up for your master to play with.” She follows that command as seamlessly as the first.
I run my tongue against her sweet flesh. She tastes like candy, and I’ve always had a sweet tooth. I grin down at her baring my fangs, not bothering with my mind control just to see her response. Her body trembles, but it’s not fear I smell coming off her. It’s desire.
I graze her chest with my fangs until I’m sucking her nipple in my mouth. I bite down slowly, looking up as I do it to see her eyes spark with hunger. I pierce it, letting it go and smiling as blood blooms from the bite and begins to spill over her tit.
I take a breath and then whisper against her ear. “Lick it clean.”
She lifts her breast up to me. Her sweet—but wickedly talented tongue—slides slowly across her nipple. She’s making a show of cleaning herself up and the sight of the blood smeared on her sends heat straight to my cock. I can’t wait a second longer.
Ripping open my robe, I lean back revealing my hard, aching cock as her eyes rake over me.
“Put that pretty mouth of yours to work and suck me, naughty, little, Glenna.”
I smile as she leans forward, grabbing the base of my shaft. She strokes me once and then greedily begins sucking the length of me into her mouth. Her lips stretch and pale as she struggles to accommodate my girth. Her hair falls around her face in a curtain, hindering my view. I roughly gather it into my hands and shove her down hard, forcing her to take every fucking inch inside her warm mouth. My cock swells to the point of sweet agony when I hear her choking around my head.