“Try not to freak out,” she murmured as darkness overtook her. “But I think I’m going to pass out.”
CHAPTER
12
Jenner’s fangs broke the skin of the female he was fucking—he was pretty sure her name was Naomi—and she let out a low, drawn-out moan. He pounded into her from behind, his jaws locked down on her throat while his eyes were locked on the second female writhing beneath her. She thrust her hips up to meet Naomi’s mouth, ecstatic bliss glazing her silver-rimmed eyes.
Since his transition, his need for blood and sex had become insatiable. When he wasn’t doing his king’s bidding, Jenner was buried to his balls in a female. One, two … five a night. He fed more than he needed to, glutting himself to the point that his brain buzzed from the high.
“Fuck her harder, Jenner.”
The female’s heated words spurred him on as he gripped Naomi’s hips and drove deep. What in the hell was her name? Mari? Melissa? He had no fucking clue.… Marissa! Naomi buried her face between Marissa’s thighs, lapping with renewed vigor. His cock swelled inside of Naomi, his need for release bordering on desperation. With a flick of his tongue he sealed the punctures on her neck, but what he’d taken from her had yet to quench the fire in his throat. His thirst was never ending. His desires unflagging. There wasn’t enough blood or pussy on the planet to satisfy him and it was a state of constant need that was slowly beginning to unravel him.
“Oh, gods, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!” Marissa threw her head back as she came. Jenner watched with fascination, taking in the sight of her quivering limbs and the points of her nipples that further hardened with each impassioned scream that tore from her throat.
Naomi rocked back, grinding her ass into his hips, and her pussy clenched his shaft. Jenner reached over her, molding his chest to her back as he fondled her swaying breasts, pinching the nipples hard as he drove as deep as he could go. Her head pulled back from between Marissa’s thighs as a slow, mewling sound escaped her lips. Marissa came up on her knees and leaned over Naomi. She scored her bottom lip with a fang before she brought her mouth to his, but it wasn’t enough for Jenner. He bit down, opening two more sets of punctures, and lapped at Marissa’s mouth as he continued to fuck her friend.
Just a few more strokes and he’d get there.
Naomi shuddered, her body going rigid as she came. Her pussy squeezed him tight, holding on as Jenner increased his pace. The buzz in his brain reached a fevered pitch as his sac drew up against his shaft. He broke his kiss with Marissa as a shout erupted from his chest. He pulled out as he came, striping Naomi’s pert ass with jet after jet as he collapsed on top of her. Waves of sensation crested over him, and Jenner shuddered as the last of his seed coated Naomi’s soft skin. The myriad voices of the Collective quieted in his mind and the need that ate away at him like acid subsided, his body worked to the point of exhaustion.
Thank the gods.
The three of them tumbled to the bed in a tangle of limbs. The sun would be up in a few hours, and Jenner knew that before he went down for the day he’d need to fuck them both again as well as take their veins. His appetites had always been intense, but never like this. He’d welcomed the chance at transition. Yearned to find the feeling of completion he’d never had as a dhampir.
If he’d known that he’d be cursed with not only empty soullessness but also hungers that could never be sated Jenner might have rethought his king’s generous offer.
For long, quiet moments, they lay atop the pile of blankets, hands petting, lips searching. He was spent, his limbs heavy, though his cock hadn’t seemed to have gotten the memo. The bastard stood like a fucking mast, jutting lewdly from between his thighs. Naomi—or was it Marissa?—crawled down the length of his body and settled herself between his legs. Her eyes were limpid pools of silver as she took the engorged head of his erection in her mouth, sucking deeply before releasing her hold with a pop.
The thirst that had dulled to a warm glow in his throat blazed hot and fresh. Marissa—or was it Naomi?—joined her friend as she fondled his balls and Jenner pushed his head back into the pillow, gritting his teeth at the overload of sensation. His fangs pierced his bottom lip and his thirst rose to a frenzy as he was swept up in renewed bloodlust. Despair sliced through his heart as he gave in to his passions, winding his fists in both of the females’ hair. This existence was no gift.
It was surely a curse.
* * *
“Where is Ronan, Mikhail?”
For all of her hatred and disdain, Siobhan was quickly becoming a permanent fixture in his home. He’d hoped that she would lead him to Gregor, but instead she’d become obsessed with Ronan’s whereabouts.