AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Cassandra scowls, her expression promising retribution, and I laugh. The witch marches ahead, but I hear her muttering about toads and frogs and I can’t stop my grin.
I hadn’t laughed so much in decades, not since Josephine and Kasar found me, and it felt wonderful. Cassandra brings lightness and joy I’d long since forgotten existed.
I’d had lovers, of both the vampire and human variety, but none had sparked this fire within me. The idea of her tripping again so I can catch her and have her in my arms, the idea of her threatening me, fills me with more joy than feeding from a corrupt, abusive soul.
Cassandra halts at the path towards her cottage, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at me. “Did you not think I was serious?”
I blink innocently, raising a hand over my heart. “About the toad? Of course, I take your threats very seriously, Cassandra.”
Her scowl returns and she points down the path. “Follow me, vampire, so I can prove to you that frogs and toads are the same thing.”
She spins and marches down the path, her steps purposeful. I follow her, keeping a normal human pace. The path is narrow, the trees overhead intertwining their branches in an archway, and the shadows grow the deeper we go. Cassandra’s skirts and hair bounce with her steps and I smile.
My fangs tingle and my cock begins to harden, imagining Cassandra bouncing in another way. With me inside of her as she rides me, her breasts bare and her head thrown back. My cock jerks, imagining her breasts would be generous enough for me to fill my hands.
Cassandra stops suddenly, and I nearly run into her. She turns, her eyes narrowed again, and I force my fangs to retract. Her amber and hazel eyes flash with the light of the full moon beginning to rise and I can’t resist.
I crowd her, my hand rising to cup her jaw. Cassandra’s eyes widen, and a spark of something more than suspicion fills her eyes. Desire, sharp and heady, fills her scent and it’s all I can do not to bare my fangs.
I trace my thumb across her bottom lip, and Cassandra’s lips part on a soft breath. Her pupils expand, and I can no longer resist.
“May I kiss you, Cassandra?” I ask, needing to hear the words from her. I wouldn’t cross the line until she gave me permission.
Cassandra’s pupils expand even more, until only the barest rim of her iris remains. “Yes.”
I swoop in, claiming her mouth. Cassandra’s gasp gives me access and I deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth. My tongue finds hers, and Cassandra grips my forearms, holding on as I devour her.
My fangs elongate, wanting to taste her, to bite her and claim her as mine. Cassandra moans, and the sound is all I can take.
I break the kiss, pressing a final, chaste kiss to her swollen lips. Cassandra blinks, her eyes glazed and unfocused. Her lips are red and kiss-swollen, and she’s never looked more beautiful.
Cassandra blinks again, coming back to the present. Her cheeks flush and her heart races.
Before she can reply, I sweep her into my arms, racing the rest of the way to her cottage.
Chapter Six
CASSANDRA
Ashe’s bite is brutal. A pure animalistic attack that reminds me I am nothing but I am flesh and bone against his vampire nature. He is the predator and I’m the prey; and I’m at his mercy.
I relish it, relish him.
Tilting my head into his grip, I offer my throat willingly. The growl of approval that rumbles from him blisters my skin and coils into tight arousal. Each tug of his, drawing my life force into his mouth, churns my magic as much as it fans my desire.
He doesn’t release my hands, keeping them pinned at my lower back.
His fangs are deeply embedded in my throat, his tongue rasping over the wounds. The sharp, aching pleasure of the bite is heightened by the lack of his touch.
Ashe’s free hand cups my breast, kneading and shaping me through the fabric of my shirt. I moan his name, wanting him to touch me, skin to skin. He growls, his thumb and forefinger tweaking the hardening point of my nipple.
It’s a shock, jolting through my bloodstream to center between my legs. My knees weaken, leaving me to hang suspended from the grip Ashe has on my wrists.
Magic, vampire, and primal need combine into a heady concoction that clouds my thoughts. All I want is more. More of him. More of us. More of the pleasure that is building with each passing second.
My shirt tears, the sound of ripping fabric sharp and loud. Ashe releases my breast only to rip away the bra covering my chest. His palm is hot against my skin as he grips my naked flesh once more.
My nipples harden further, aching for more than the light touches and teasing pinching.
