Pretty When She Kills (Pretty When She Dies #2)(60)

“Yes,” she answered in a hushed voice.

“Even tonight you came with me instead of packing your bags and going home. Why, Amaliya?”

“Because you're dangerous,” she answered, her heart thudding in her chest.

“Yes, I am.”

His kiss was searing, terrifying and consuming. She panted into his mouth as his lips and tongue danced with her own. Clinging to him, she moaned. His hands slid under her shirt and over her pierced nipples, making her whimper. The thrill of possibly being discovered and the subsequent scandal made his intense kisses and skilled caresses even more arousing. When he slid his hand into her jeans, she ground herself against his seeking fingers. Fingers gripping his jacket, she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone. His mouth, wet and warm, slid over her cheek to her throat while his hand stroked her aching sex.

The bite came savagely, the pain instantly unbearable. Overcome in agony, her mouth parted in a silent scream. Her lover held her against his body, and she heard him gulping her blood as he ravaged her neck. The excruciating hurt was too much to endure and her vision grew hazy, her hands flailing against him.

Dropping her to the ground, the vampire watched she trembled in agony. Her hands slid over her torn neck, the wound gaping and pumping blood.

“Yes, so very pretty as you die,” his proper British voice said with pleasure.

A whimper drew Amaliya's attention away from the vampire. Beside her Bianca lay staring at Amaliya with large beautiful eyes. Her hand strained toward Amaliya, seeking comfort. Bianca’s pale throat was gashed open and blood poured onto the ground. Amaliya struggled to touch the girl, wanting to console her even as she felt her own life fading.

“Do you really believe I would let you fade away forever? My beautiful, beautiful creations,” The Summoner's voice whispered.

Amaliya almost reached Bianca's trembling hand when The Summoner lifted her up and flung her.

Amaliya landed on a bed, gouts of blood bubbling up around her body. The bed was saturated with the blood and it was warm and sticky against her naked flesh. She was in the room where the secret orgy had been held. All around her were the dead of her first feast.

Gasping, she was overwhelmed with the smell and taste of blood. Her power surged while her hunger begged to be sated. Rolling onto her back, she lifted her hands to find them slathered in blood. Violently hungry, she licked her fingers, her body trembling with need.

Then The Summoner was there with her, his naked body pressing her into the blood-soaked linens. His white blond hair tumbled over her face as he kissed her bloody lips. Sharp teeth pulled at her tongue and lips, drawing blood, and she moaned with pleasure.

“All your life you played with the darkness and now it has consumed you,” The Summoner whispered tugging on the bar bells adorning her erect nipples. “Is it all you hoped for?”

Amaliya tangled her fingers in his hair, kissing him fervently. He was everything she had ever desired, everything she had ever wanted. He was her liberator from fear and pain. From death. Her bloody fingers slid down his firm stomach to find his hard cock and stroke it while her legs wrapped around him.

“We are death,” a young woman's voice whispered in her ear. “We are the consumers of life. We bring pain and terror to all who stand before us.”

The Summoner's erection found her sex and plunged into her. His mouth ravaged hers, the taste of his powerful blood sending shivers of pleasure through her.

“We are the monsters in the dark,” the feminine voice continued to utter in her ear. “We are everything that humanity fears.”

Amaliya's eyelids fluttered, her body shuddering. Her power grew, building inside of her, matching the pleasure filling her body. She was gloriously dead and alive. Her hips lifted to meet the fierce, possessive thrusts of her vampire creator.

“We belong to him because he made us. No one will ever be able to take us from him.” The velvety lips of the whisperer caressed her ear.

The Summoner slid his mouth over her cheek to nuzzle her ear. “Forever joined in darkness.” He bit her earlobe lightly, then lowered his head to bite into her throat.

Amaliya cried out in pleasure.

“His bite was our awakening, Amaliya.” Bloody fingers traced the edges of her sharp teeth.

Opening her eyes, Amaliya saw Bianca lying next to her. The pale blond hair of the girl was drenched in blood and her nude body was splattered with it. The young woman's eyes were no longer blue, but pure white and slightly glowing. Her sharp little teeth were visible between her pink lips as she lightly caressed Amaliya’s mouth with her fingertips. “We can never escape. We are part of him and part of each other.”

“Bianca,” Amaliya whispered, her hand caressing the younger woman's cheek. “Where are you?”

“Forever with you,” Bianca answered before her supple lips covered Amaliya's.

The Summoner arms enfolded both of them. Bodies writhing together on the bloody bed, Amaliya was lost to all but the pleasure of the bite, the kiss, and sex…

Waking, gasping, trembling, Amaliya thrashed about before realizing she was safely ensconced in the secret bed chamber Cian had built in the apartment. The man she loved remained blissfully asleep beside her, one hand resting on his chest and the other lightly touching her leg. The peacefulness on his face was a stark contrast to the turmoil within her.

Sitting up, Amaliya wrapped her arms around her knees and gritted her teeth against the piercing throb between her thighs. Her body screamed for The Summoner's touch and her power lashed around her, seeking him out. Concentrating, she gathered the tendrils of her power about her and dragged them firmly within her. Panting, she struggled to regain control while her body continued to yearn for the man who had killed her and created her in his own image. Wiping away a bloody tear, she focused on retaining the sliver of control she still had over her own body and power.