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She waggled her brows at me. "Fucking margaritas," I groaned. "I don't know why I let you talk me into that third round. I have no idea what I said after that much tequila. I probably would've claimed that I had it bad for anyone at that point." "Tequila is like truth serum. Or maybe it's more like an aphrodisiac, where the more you have, the hornier you get." She dropped her head back. "I'll admit that I was all revved up on Friday night, too. After three margaritas and all the talk about how Deacon's eyes burned, or his broad chest, or his long, muscled legs . . . I was so turned on. Lucky I didn't meet any man on my way home."

I muttered gently, but he was so busy with my pants, he got it halfway and his warm tongue collided with my flesh. “Please stop” I pleaded, my dick threatening to burst. Two men took me in a day, I thought, my butt jerked up as I heard Neymar groaned, but there's no doubt it was good, but I hate to know he didn't really connect me deeply, just how in the world do Damian get it all. “No”! I grunted and stood up abruptly, forcing Neymar to let go, his eyes were hot and sweaty and I weirdly craved a taste.

Damiano’s eyes snapped open as his head got whipped to the side. “Fuck, woman! How the fuck are you this tiny yet so fucking strong.” He suddenly erupted, groaning. “Who were you calling beautiful angel, huh?” I scowled, furiously. Damiano let out a lazy grin as he looked at me. “You’re my beautiful angel. So fiery, my love.” I clamped my mouth shut, feeling heat rush to my cheeks and my jealousy dying as he cupped my chin. It didn’t go unnoticed how his movements were slow. Even when he blinked it was slow.

She purred. Demon’s blood was like alcohol, but only that it worked faster. And alcohol could not make demons drunk, but the blood would. A lot of times, very easily too. Delilah had managed to get a jug full of the stuff. “Drink. Your subconscious would be more in tone with us now and you’d be a better lover. Here. On the table.” Delilah purred, and he chugged two glasses full of the the demon’s blood, and he was already very tipsy.

she added and for some reason it felt like she was implying something else. “CORRECTION ALPHA NIYAH !! WE HAVE ABOUT 200 OF THEM HIDING HERE,” I growled and formed a huge wave out of the Lake of Magic Spells, using which I rode on it to shoot missiles of purple Dark Arts Shots on the blood thirsty rogues who were waiting for me to fall down on the ground or lake so that they could devour me. Dream on motherfvckers !!!! The presence of Beta blood clubbed with that of my mate’s Alpha blood was not helping in calming their blood lust either as they barbarically howled and screeched at us.

She yelled as Vokan approached her with a bloody bag and sat on the rock while he placed the bag on the rock. "Come on, help yourself out, don't fight it!" Vokan battered, looking up at her briskly with a smile while Diana yelled as if fighting the urge for blood, the feelings surpassed her strength and in a blur movement, Diana grapped the bloody bag harshly and drained the entire blood in it while the rest slowly dripped from her mouth

A thick, blood-red mist sprayed from his eyes, nose, and mouth as his body expanded, twisted, and tore itself apart right in front of me. It was the most evil forbidden magic of the black market. A blood-red beast, with eyes burning with black fire and three times the size of a normal Alpha wolf, materialized before me. Beneath the vaulted ceiling of the hall, it unleashed a roar at me that threatened to shatter my eardrums. "Willow!" Lucian shouted. As the candles were extinguished, a monstrous claw slammed down toward the pup in my womb. The next second, a black shadow slammed between me and that massive claw.

No struggle at all. Then he tilted his head up, meeting my corrupted, blackened eyes. He was just… offering himself. Completely baring his throat to my claws, like he’d already decided what comes next. "Take it," Caleb rasped, his golden eyes shining with absolute, unshakable devotion. "If you need it to survive the heat, little Luna, take my blood. I am yours." That kind of surrender hit the dark magic like something solid, like a physical shove . The necrotic sickness feeds on resistance, on violence, on the whole ugly dance. But confronted by pure , sacrificial love, the black mist in my mind shuddered. It recoiled, hard.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

Our conversation was her first opportunity to speak her pain. I held her close while she wept for her lost love and thought of Duncan. What would happen to him now that he’d returned? It was clear magic was much more prevalent in this day and age and vampires seemed the same. Would he have to defend himself against the wickedness that abounded here? How many good vampires were there? Was it an even match? Did one outnumber the other?