Semua Bab Bloodborne Secrets: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Emily My nose wakes up before the rest of me does.Is that bacon?My eyes open and sure as shit, there’s platters of food on a table by the window. Still steaming hot, filling the room with the glorious smell of breakfast. Sharp light filters in between the heavy drapes, slicing across the room in a blinding shard. Sitting up, I scan the room for whoever brought this food in.The place is empty.I’m not a heavy sleeper, so it’s a miracle anybody could deliver this much without waking me. But I haven’t eaten since the Atlanta airport, so I’m not asking too many questions.Throwing the covers aside, I approach the table stunned by the sheer abundance. Perfectly fried eggs, fresh fruit, toast, the works. And best of all, a pot of coffee—all for me.Within an hour I’m fed, caffeinated, and showered. If I’m not careful, I’ll start to feel like a person again. Which would be welcome because after

Azriel I’ve been kicking around this place like a fucking chump for the better part of twenty-four hours, and Thomas still hasn’t come back. Much as he likes to think he can take care of things on his own, he’s probably gone and gotten himself in some deep shit.Which is why he should have taken me with him instead of leaving me here to sit on my ass. Part of me wants to go out looking for him, but the other part wants to leave him to it. If he’s in a jam, let him figure his own way out of it. Maybe it’ll teach him a lesson and he’ll bring me along next time.Besides, keeping an eye on the girl isn’t such a bad gig. Because Emily is an eyeful.Seeing her crawling all over Thomas’ lap like a cat in heat? My dick has been hard ever since. Every time I get within ten feet of her, it throbs like crazy. I knew she was a pistol the first time I laid eyes on her, but nothing could have prepared me for the sex fiend hiding under

Emily When I wake, I’m alone. Not surprising. Azriel doesn’t seem like the cuddling type. He certainly doesn’t fuck like some tender hearted soul, so it’s hard to imagine him cradling me in his arms all through the night.Honestly, I’m not sure I’d want that, anyway. Not from him, at least.All I know right now is that the bed is warm, my skin is buzzing, and I’m sore in all the best ways.My skin is buzzing.I feel different somehow. Not in any massive way, but the sensation is very, very real.My eyelids flicker open and I stare at the ceiling, puzzling over this. Was what happened real? Not the sex part—that was very real. The way my hip joints are complaining leave no doubt. But the other part?The orgasm was so intense my brain was turned to mush. So many things were happening inside me, it’s possible I hallucinated that energy burst or whatever the hell it was. It’s h

Emily “You gonna be alright?” Thomas hovers next to me as the sound of the crowded ballroom crashes over us.I wasn’t sure what to expect when he said he wanted to bring me to this, but I suppose the grand splendor of this place wasn’t it. Because from the moment we arrived, my senses have been overwhelmed by it all. Though having Thomas and Azriel here has helped a lot.“Honestly? My heart is in my goddamn throat.”“You’ll be fine,” Azriel swipes his hand through the air.“What am I even doing here?” I ask, panic rising in my throat.“Looking like a million bucks.” Azriel leans close, placing his hand on my back. It’s bare thanks to the knockout dress they’ve put me in, and his touch radiates heat through my skin. “Just stick close and keep your mouth shut.”You don’t have to tell me twice. Since breaking and running is off the table, I’ll be glued to their hips. I was nervous the second Thomas said

Thomas I was right about one thing—bringing Emily along was the perfect distraction. It threw the spotlight on us when we arrived, but everyone has been too busy looking at her to give Azriel or I a second glance.To be honest, it’s even hard for me to have eyes for anybody else. She’s captivating. The dark dress clings to her in all the right ways, throwing into high relief all the glorious, porcelain skin it reveals. Watching her bend and sway in Azriel’s arms ignites that covetous prickle in my chest.Because he’s seen every inch of that body and I haven’t.Not yet.But I can’t let her mesmerizing presence cloud my brain. There’s definitely shit going down tonight, and thanks to Azriel’s keen attention, I’ve been able to at least take note of most of it.One figure is notable for his absence—Hiram Valen. A vampire of the old order, and almost certainly a key figure in the Crimson Circle. The man