Page 66 of Accidental Blood Lust
“Loch, it’s us. Take it easy on Jareth’s arm.”
Jareth, I know that name.
Love.
Never hurt.
I pry my eyes open and see him there, with his beautiful silver hair and his eyes shining with the purple of his magic. He raises his other arm and runs his fingers through my hair.
“It’s okay, Lochy, we’re here. Take what you need.”
It’s an offering, a gift. He wants his blood to sustain me. For the first time, I recognize two separate sides of myself; a beast driven by bloodlust, willing to keep drinking from Jareth even though I can hear his heart rate starting to get thready and uneven and I can see his skin becoming pale, and the Lochlan I’ve always been, who would never do anything to hurt his mates.
An animalistic screech tears from my throat as I wrench my teeth out of his arm. I lave my tongue quickly over the puncture wounds to help them heal, and just as my control starts to fray and my wild need for more blood rushes back to the forefront, Roman is there, crawling on top of me, guiding my face towards his throat.
“Keep feeding, love, it’s okay,” he assures me, hissing and then groaning as I sink my fangs into his flesh.
I moan as more hot blood flows into my mouth, rich and earthy this time.
I drink.
And drink.
And as my belly starts to get full and my body feels strong and satiated again, a different kind of lust stirs inside me. It’s just as strong as the bloodlust, just as desperate.
Need.
Need.
Need.
I extract my fangs from Roman’s throat and lap at his torn flesh, but not to heal his wounds like I did with Jareth. Roman’sa shifter, his wounds will heal on their own, but I want to taste him. I want his earthy cinnamon taste on my tongue along with the intoxicating flavor of his blood. I want his moans, I want his pleasure, I want his knot.
“Fuck me,” I moan, tearing at his clothes as I drag wet, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses up and down the column of his throat. Jareth’s perfect lavender scent tickles my nose, and my cock throbs harder. “Jare,” I gasp. “Need you too.”
“We’re here,” he murmurs, and his voice sounds close.
I turn my face and he’s there, just like he promised. I claim his lips with a sigh and Roman shifts on top of me, bringing the long, hard shape of his cock flush with mine through our clothes. I wrench my mouth away from Jareth’s and find Roman’s, hot and ready for me, his tongue thrusting between my lips in a rough kind of claiming.
“You do smell different,” he rumbles, raking his fingers through my hair and using the grip to tilt my head back so he can dip his face into the crook of my neck. Jareth nibbles my earlobe while Roman drags in a deep breath against my skin, his nose pressed right up against my pulse point; the same spot where Cas sank his fangs into me just minutes ago. “You smell like ours now.”
He jerks his hips, grinding his cock against mine, making my balls tighten and every desperate, horny feeling inside my body ratchet even higher.
“I don’t want you to feed on anyone else again, mate. I only want you to smell like Jareth and me for the rest of eternity, do you understand?” Roman growls possessively.
“Yes,” I gasp, tugging on his clothes, needing to feel his bare skin against mine. “Please.Please.” I’m not even sure what I’m begging for, but they seem to know.
JARETH
It’sobvious now what Cas meant when he said to “have fun.” I’ve never seen Loch like this, and that includes the time I mixed a lust potion for us to take together just for the hell of it. That was a wild night, but this is different. I saw that look in Loch’s eyes as Cassius was draining him. Some animal part of his brain truly believed he was dying. This is adrenaline and a reaction to our combined blood flowing through his veins. This is a raw, primal need to remind himself that he survived. And I think Roman and I need it just as much as he does.
We undress Lochlan together, blindly tossing his clothes aside and kissing his exposed skin. Roman grazes his teeth along Loch’s hip as he tugs his pants down while I drag the flat of my tongue over his stiff nipple, getting exactly the reaction I was hoping for, the one I knew I would get. Lochlan hisses through his teeth and arches off the bed, pressing the hard nub more firmly against my tongue and threading his fingers into my hair.
There was a small part of me that was afraid that he would react to me differently now that he’s a vampire, now that he’s Roman’s fated mate, but I still know exactly where he likes to be kissed and touched. I know how to make him pant and writhe and beg for more.
“Naked,” Loch gasps, tugging on my shirt.
I laugh with his nipple caught between my teeth and he gasps again, bucking his hips, his cock slapping against his belly with the motion now that his pants are gone.
