The Princess & Her Alphaholes by Renee O’Roark
Chapter Six
Lust and Blood
Kane
I’ve been tossing and turning since the moment I laid down, all I can think about is the delectable woman two doors down from the loungeroom. I’ve never smelt anything as enticing as the scent of her blood. Never tasted anything as sweet and addictive. My fangs have refused to retract. I’m like a drug addict starving for his next hit and my drug of choice happens to be a five-foot four woman, with piercing green and blue eyes and hair the colour of the sunset.
It takes everything in me to stay on this side of the penthouse. To not give in to the tempting prey down the hall. With no other option, I begin pacing back and forth silently across the room, my gaze catching on the ridiculous coffee table with the entire Kamasutra etched into it.
Just one more little taste couldn’t hurt, right?
My hand is on the door handle before I can think too much about it. I twist and come to a dead stop. “It’s not going to happen Kane.” Rafe thrusts his arm out at me, his wrist turned up. “Take some of mine, we can’t have you tainting her before the boss is finished with her.”
“That’s a line I’ll never cross and you know it Rafe.”
“Same, but if I leave you craving her blood, you might lose control.”
“How are you not clawing that door down right now. You know what she felt like in our arms. You know how much she….” I trail off as my fangs cut into my bottom lip at just the memory of her.
“I’m struggling but I refuse to let the hunger I feel for her control me. You should take the edge off, it’ll help. Trust me.” Again, his thrusts his wrist into my face. My hunger is worse with the temptation of sinking my fangs into something with a pulse. I refuse for it to be my best friend. I don’t want the sexual ramifications to be an issue between us. I don’t swing that way and he doesn’t either.
“Fine, if not me, then ask Gad. The last thing we need is you going crazy and draining the girl dry.”
I’ve fed from Gad before not by choice, but his blood while potent has never caused a sexual reaction in either of us. It’s one of the main reasons I do my best to hunt only females. It’d be too weird to suddenly crave a man’s dick or have him crave mine.
Sometimes it really sucks to be a vampire.
Ok you’re a strong blood demon, get your head out of the veins and back to reality. Control. It’s all about control.
My body heats up as though I’ve got a fever, stripping out of my clothes seems the quickest way to cool off, so ignoring Rafe’s eye roll, I strip down to my boxers and resume pacing.
“Fuck this is painful. I’m going for an ice-cold shower, but here.” I almost groan as he slices his wrist and holds the bleeding wound over a whisky glass. Blood congeals fast, so drinking it from a glass is gross, but he’s right, it might just take the edge off and its better than forcing either of us into an uncomfortable situation.
The moment the glass in in my hands, Rafe takes off, his footsteps echoing softly in the empty hall. I down the blood, trying my best to ignore the hard on that tents my boxers from the delicious flavour blooming across my tastebuds.
Not twenty minutes later, I’m back to tossing and turning on the couch.
My eyes go wide as Krinessa stalks across the room, her full breasts bouncing slightly. My cock twitches in anticipation. I can’t hold back anymore, I want her. I need her. And nothing is going to stand in my way, not with her looking like a goddess on her knees in front of me.
How’d she get across the room so fast?
“Kane.” Just my name on her lips is enough to have me drowning in lust and temptation.
“We shouldn’t. The boss-.”
“The boss will never know.” Her smoky voice is too much. My cock jerks again. Her blown pupils go straight to my throbbing cock. I blink and she’s right there, her juicy lips wrapped around the tip.
How’d she get my boxers off without me noticing?
She literally blows those thoughts out of my mind as she bobs her head up and down on my cock, humming slightly. I can feel my balls drawing up tightly, I’ve never cum this fast. Hell, it’s been years since I came without having to draw blood from the girl I’m fucking and all Krinessa is doing is blowing my cock.
She hollows out her cheeks, taking me deeper. I groan and fist her sunset hair in my hands, taking over the rhythm. She lets me take control, angling her head so I can go deeper, right into her throat, she swallows around my cock and….
I bolt upright on the couch, my cheeks turning red as I realise I’ve just messed my boxers up from a fucking dream. A hot dream but that’s all it was. I’m pissed and turned on and it’s all her fucking fault.
I’ll make her pay for messing with my head.