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  I couldn’t help chuckling at the witch’s misguided whisper. A killer nodded, licked her upper lip and palmed her ass, and suddenly, her intuition didn’t mean shit. No wonder witches were so hard to come by. So weak, vulnerable in spite of their strange minds. I missed making Evie look at me the way Blondie looked at Vaughn.

  I need to taste Evie.

  With a glare and a swipe of her bruised shoulder, my donor hurried to the path that led to the inner sanctum.

  “Hurry up, Hannah! We have to be back in time for lunch.”

  “Coming! Coming, Iveta!”

  “If you stay, Hannah, I’ll make sure you come.” He hauled her to him and kissed her, deep. Her muffled protestation as his tongue dominated hers made me adjust my cock. Wet witch pussy. Sweet witch blood. I wanted to dig my nails in and rip my unending hard-on out by the root.

  Fuck. If I didn’t need to taste her so bad I’d rip Evie’s fucking throat out for doing this to me.

  “Hannah!”

  Blondie tore her mouth away with a gasp. “I—I have to go.”

  Her heartbeat galloped. The musk of her sex made one of the wolves whimper as he tried to separate her from Vaughn with a wet snout against her groin. I couldn’t tell if the wolf wanted to protect her, wanted a taste, or both. The possessive gesture made me think of Evie’s wolf and how he’d stood between me and the witch.

  My witch. Mine to do what I want with. Whenever I want.

  Hannah gathered her towel, wrapped the fabric tightly around her chest, and sprinted to catch up with her sister witch, the wolves trotting easily behind them.

  Vaughn’s chest rose and fell with increasing speed as he watched them, a murderous glint sparking in his eyes. “I can’t do this donor bullshit for a goddamn month!” He kicked up a rock with his toe. Snagging it out of the air, he hurled it toward a tree, cutting a wedge of bark off a birch. “And neither can you. You look like shit. Did you even eat?”

  “I feel like shit. My witch tasted rotten.”

  “That’s your pet’s fault, man. These bitches taste like heaven. I’m gonna get balls deep in that one next time. She wants it.”

  My jaw ticked from clenching with jealousy. “We’ll binge eat when we get out of here. Try not to get yourself executed before I get this curse lifted.”

  We pulled on our T-shirts and traipsed to our Romani hideaways, leaving the strains of a rushing stream behind. I’d been tempted to jump in for another bath, but fatigue won out.

  Through the trees, I glimpsed my caravan. The tiny structure had been painted forest green on the outside, and decorated inside with enough pinks and purples, gauzy flower patterns, and shimmering gold to make a carnival fortuneteller jealous. Not really my colors, but maybe sleeping would help the thirst until the first rite began.

  I almost believed that shit until I scented Evie. Vaughn inhaled deeply and exhaled with a groan. He cupped his dick in frustration. I didn’t dare touch mine, but every step was sustained agony.

  “At least you can fuck the witch if you really need to. She’s gagging for it, and when this is all over and you’re back to normal, you can do her slow. Make it last all week if you want. But, what the hell am I supposed to do in the meantime, Jesse? I need to fuck something, cut something, and they give me the Virgin Mary to feed on instead.”

  I glanced down at Vaughn’s hands. His fingers quaked, and I doubted it was from the winter chill. Not long ago, he’d been comatose and starved. I’d pulled him away from hunting to hole up in the center of temptation and he was feeling the lack.

  “Maybe.” I rested against a tree for a moment. “Maybe they’ll let you have a taste of wolf. They seem durable.”

  “I’m not looking for a sparring match, dude, I wanna murder something. It’s fucking selfish. All this prey running around, breeding like rabbits. What’s playing with one or two gonna hurt?

  I chuckled. And my father thought the turned were mutts with too much humanity. Give Vaughn some venom and he could’ve come straight from the womb of a vampire.

  “I’ll talk to the head witch about it. Quit bitching.”

  We broke free of the woods and into our little clearing, just in time to see Evie’s purple door slam shut. After being gone to the ‘inner sanctum’—the vampire-free zone—all morning, she thought she’d shut me out?

  I spied her staring through her gauzy curtains before she disappeared from view.

  “We should go in there and make her squirt. She wants it, so it’s not off limits, right?” Vaughn stalked toward her caravan.

  Without thinking, I snarled. Sprinting in front of him, I grabbed Vaughn’s throat and lifted him in the air the way I would in a real fight, rather than as a warning to my crew. When I realized what I’d done, I tossed him, uncaring that he sprawled onto his ass. He sprang to his feet, hands up in surrender. He looked over my shoulder—because I now stood between him and his destination—then pinned me with an icy stare.

  “What’s your deal?”

  I forced my lips over my fangs, the sharp press of my anger startling me.

  My mate. Mine.

  My memories tolled with Evie’s moans, with her forced admission that she belonged to me above all others.

  No one fucks me better.

  “We share everything, Jesse. Now she’s off limits ‘cause some old witch doctor told you she’s your vampire bride?”

  I said nothing. I wanted to agree with him, I wanted us both to go in there and make the witch scream. I didn’t trust myself not to hurt him. I wondered if my hesitation was due to Evie’s hatred of Vaughn, or if I’d attacked my brother because I didn’t want to share her.

  Vaughn shook his head, turned on his heel, and stormed into his caravan with a slam of the door. One more hissy fit and he’d tear the wood off the hinges.

  He’s right. A week ago, we’d have gone into her trailer together and bent Evie into every configuration we could think of. We’d have taken turns fucking her into a puddle. One punishing, painful orgasm after another, after another, until these rites were done.

  I shivered, but the movement was an echo of my mate’s. The bitch could see my fantasy, could feel me hurting her, all the desires I’d have indulged, all the ways Vaughn would make her scream and how I’d lick up her tears with a smile. Just a few short days ago, before I’d killed her, I could’ve held her down and made her want me as I much as I wanted her.

  You’d have screamed you belonged to me like a good little whore. You’d have begged me to do what I like to every inch of you. I could share you, bleed you, let Vaughn cut you. I’d do it again and again and you’d moan for me. Isn’t that right, Evie?

  The thought of Vaughn touching her now made my stomach churn, yet made me hard as a rock. Confusion, desire. I rode the wave of emotions not my own. The parasitic intensity of our bond made me approach her caravan. I stroked my fingers along the wood the way I would her skin.

  We needed to feed. We needed to fuck. She’d rather see me dead than give me her blood or her cunt willingly, but even she couldn’t fight bloodlust forever. I knew that as well as she did. I’d proven it to her in the bowels of Ruby Falls, in a motel room where Liam, Vaughn, and me claimed every hole, every scream, every drop of blood and come. Until I could get this affliction sorted, until she finally gave in and tasted blood from prey, I knew where to find the freshest taste, the tightest fit. I strode with purpose to her caravan door, pulling the handle before I’d finish climbing the tiny steps.

  The handle didn’t budge, locked before I’d made the decision to seize the curved pewter. Of course, she knew that I’d come for her. My hunger must’ve arced toward her long before I left the woods. Maybe the entire time I’d tried to feed, I’d been calling to her, the way her blood called to me. The witch part of her sang that song that made me spare her over and over again.

  Just one more taste. One more hit of that perfect high and I can quiet the pain.

  “Go away!” Her voice sounded from directly behind the door. No wonder I ha
dn’t easily broken through. She held the door closed from the inside.

  You were right not to trust the lock. I’ll pull the door off the hinges to get to you, if you don’t let me in.

  “Don’t you fucking dare! Leave me alone!”

  “Why?” My voice came out calm but my sweaty palm slid against the handle. “You don’t want me to go away. You want me inside that room. Inside you.”

  I heard an exhale, felt a throb between my legs so intense, I couldn’t be the only one feeling the ache. I bucked my hips against the door, sliding my erection into the imaginary heat of her, and felt her clench, felt her clit stiffen. I imagined my cock reveling in the rush of wetness, her tightness encasing my swollen shaft.

  “Open the fucking door. Now.”

  I waited one second, and then impatience, and the knowledge she wouldn’t obey, took hold. I lunged as hard as I could, splintering wood and frame. Despite her new strength, I sent her sprawling on her ass as I strode inside. I shoved the broken wood behind me. The door clattered to the floor as a sharp beam of light shone through the exposed archway.

  Evie scrambled into a standing position when I peeled off my shirt. I swept the weight of my hair over my shoulders and smiled as she huddled in a corner of the wall leading to the sleeping area. Her eyes began to shift, fangs peeking past her upper lip. Skittish eyes tracked my every movement as I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my jeans.

  “Strip, or I’ll do it for you. I’m not in the mood for games.”

  “I don’t care what you’re in the mood for. I’m not your pet anymore. Go feed on someone else.”

  “I’ve tried!” She flinched at the boom of my voice in the enclosed space. “You know I’ve tried. Just like you know every day you don’t feed is a day I starve!”

  Her brow furrowed and she shook her head. Her eyes rounded, the whites surrounding the too-tentative black-rose bloom of her pupils.

  So. She didn’t know.

  She smiled sweetly to contrast her bitter words. “Oh, that’s poetic, isn’t it? The man who prides himself on taking what he wants, on taking everything from his victims, can’t eat unless I let him.” She laughed though her eyes shone with unshed tears. “Of course, you’d think I wasn’t eating because of you. Not because I don’t want to hurt another person, let alone another witch. No, it’s all about you, Jesse. How’s it feel to die a slow, painful death?”

  I cornered her with my speed even as she tried to use her own to evade me, shoving her into the corner.

  “It feels like it’s coming to an end, Evie. I’m done fucking around. Until this unraveling happens, you belong to me, witch. If you won’t let me feed, I’ll collect my due from your veins, your body.”

  She struggled, but I caught a handful of her hair and held firm, wrenching her neck until she stared up at me.

  “This mouth,” I whispered, rubbing a thumb over her lips. “This pussy.” I shoved my hand between her legs, and as she gasped, brought my mouth down on hers. “Everything you have is mine.”

  She shoved me away far enough to pant against my cheek.

  “Get! Off!”

  I grinned and licked the shell of her ear, shoving my clothed cock against her mound. “I plan to.”

  My mind roared, You belong to me.

  Hers answered, Never. I won’t be good. I won’t be quiet, and I’ll never be yours.

  Fair enough. I had drowned her, despite her pleas to let her be just those things for me.

  “Fine, go on and fight me. I can make it hurt, if that’s what you want.” I ripped open the clasp of her jeans, tore the fabric beyond the zipper.

  She gave me a gut punch that took the wind out of my sails and dashed for the door. I spun and grabbed her by the hair. I dragged her to the bed and she lost her footing, her ass thumping to the floor and her head bouncing against the teal covers as I slammed her against the edge of the mattress.

  I’d pinned her like this at Ruby Falls, trapped her against the railing and forced her to kneel for me. My skin tingled to life at the memory, the lights changing against the cavern walls, the spray of water against my hips, and Evie’s wet mouth swallowing every inch of my cock.

  Bedsprings creaked as I gathered her arms and pinned her wrists behind her head in one palm. She screamed and kicked, overturning a dresser and shattering a lamp.

  I gritted my teeth, because here, unlike everywhere else I’d kept her, noise would travel. Wolves might come soon if rage didn’t turn to bloodlust. I shoved my open jeans down my hips, freeing my painfully hard cock. The damp tip coated her lips with pre-come, fluid smearing her cheek when she turned her head away. Her gasps and rapid breaths blasted my hip with heat I wanted to feel wrapped around my shaft.

  I sensed the pool of saliva in her mouth waiting to coat the throbbing tip of my need. Her nipples could’ve cut glass through the thin fabric of her sweater and mine hardened to match. I squeezed the hinge of her jaw, forcing her mouth open. At last, her eyes bloomed fully black, flowering with fury and lust.

  “Help! Help—”

  One sharp lunge and I filled her mouth, surging along the pathway of her tongue and hitting the soft flesh at the end of her throat.

  “Oh f-fuck yeah!” I grunted, pumping hard and fast into the vibrating cavern of her screaming mouth. “That’s my good little—”

  Her teeth sink into my shaft like a bayonet in the gut. I roared in pain, stupidly trying to exit the steel trap of her mouth. I doubled over her head with the searing pain, my vision blurring as a gush of blood filled her mouth.

  “Ahhh!! Fuck! Open, open!”

  I don’t fuck a lot of vampires. Plenty of prey around to scratch the itch—and they have blunt teeth. The vampires I do fuck might play along my shaft with their fangs, tease a vein, bite, and watch the little wounds heal. All in good fun.

  This became war, carnage on the battlefield of her tongue. Her teeth, lodged in the throbbing flesh of my cock, kept tearing and forcing me to heal, over and over. The pain reached a fever pitch with each tug, until I finally stopped my instinctive fight to get free.

  “Open! Your fucking! Mouth! Ahh!”

  She growled instead, and fuck me, I almost came when she did. I didn’t know how I could feel pleasure beyond the torn flesh, but the vibration hit the head of my cock, even as she shredded fragile skin and veins. My balls tightened, the traitorous flesh responding to the tip of her tongue sliding along the sensitive seam. She became adventurous now, her deep-throat trap equal parts agony and tease.

  Growls melted into moans as the blood in her mouth settled in her stomach. I sensed my torture was salve for the ache in her gut, the hunger she’d punished us with abating once more. What started out as a challenge transformed into something else, something eager. She swallowed hard. The motion squeezed the head of my cock in a vice. My knees buckled and I gasped, beads of sweat forming at my brow and upper lip.

  She opened her mouth a fraction, just enough to let the blood flow freely from my wounds, and swallowed again. And again. Caught between the paroxysm of lust and excruciating pain that couldn’t quite heal, I had no choice but to let her drain me. The back of her throat became a steady humming rhythm against the head of my dick. She clenched and unclenched her jaw, driving her fangs in to draw more blood. I got harder with every bite.

  I shuddered, releasing her hands to claw the sheets behind her head. I couldn’t even collapse to my knees without ripping my dick, but she wouldn’t have let me anyway. Evie grabbed my ass and removed her teeth, hauling me tight against her mouth as I fucked her face. She took everything from me, my breath, my blood, my ability to do anything but croak out a warning.

  “I’m gonna come. You little bitch, I’m gonna—”

  I arched my spine and gave her the last centimeter of me, blacking out. The world exploded into darkness with spikes of pain like light behind my eyes. Come spiraled down her throat to join my blood. The ringing in my ears competed with the sucking sounds of her mouth. With tingling fingers, I grasped h
er head, emptying the last drop of my own subjugation into my tormentor’s mouth.

  I stilled. She pushed my hips away and peeled her mouth off of me with one last airtight suck that buckled my knees. I slid to the side of her, limp. While I rolled over and collapsed onto the squeaking mattress with my jeans around my thighs, she stood.

  I sat up and reached for her, unwilling to let her escape. Already, stiffness teased my shaft, the healing flesh rushing with blood and my veins ravenous for Evie’s sweetness. I needed blood now more than ever, as much as I’d given her and a little more besides, to curb the thirst.

  I’ll fuck you into submission and make you feed with me.

  Evie stared down at me, then pushed my shoulders when I threatened to stand and top her. She ducked under the arch separating her bed nook from the rest of the caravan and straddled my hips with grim determination as I slid all the way onto the bed. The denim she’d tugged up her hips to keep me away from her sex chafed my bruised cock as she settled on top of me.

  “You’re supposed to take those off first,” I growled. I could’ve punched a hole through the fabric with my hard-on. I wanted to turn her over and fuck her from behind while I sank my fangs into her throat, and her shudder told me she’d seen my fantasy. But she held me down with a hand on my chest and pumped her hips harder. The tilt of her head, the blackness of her eyes, said ‘vampire’. But the furrow in her brow, the depth behind that inky gaze, said ‘witch’. Evie, the empath who’d stolen everything from me, still lurked inside the creature I’d created.

  I stole everything from you? Really?

  Her hand inched up my neck as she circled her hips over mine, bearing down with each swivel. I groaned, and she smiled at how much the motion hurt and turned me on. Her eyelids fluttered and snapped open like a kitten who was fighting sleep. When I reached for her again, to pull her down and feed, her mouth twisted into a frown and she gripped my throat. Her new strength could’ve crushed my windpipe, but I’d already begun to choke on the frigid lake water from the vision she thrust into my mind.