Neon Blue by E Frost (best book reader .TXT) 📗

breathes into warmly. I shiver. Ears are a major erogenous zone for me, and despite how scared and sick I am, this is beginning to feel good in a damp and slightly kinky way. Energy rises. Pushes back the sickness. That sizzle that Peter’s kisses so sadly lacked. Only this is a surge of power, the difference between a spark of static electricity and a bolt of lightning. In my blurred sight, I can see energy crackle along the fuzzy red ropes still covering my face. Feel it jump along my nerve endings. The creature lying on top of me feels it, too. He chuckles and grinds his erection between my legs.

“Yum-yum,” he says. He turns his face away for a moment. “I get to fuck her before she dies.”

Huh? Wrong. “Not on the first date—” I hiss, which is about all the noise I can make, given his weight on me. I struggle, for more air and against the doubly-delightful prospect of being raped and sucked dry. My struggles make no impression. Bucking under him only elicits another chuckle and a more painful grinding of his pelvis against mine.

“No,” Rowena’s voice, over a metallic scraping. “If you hadn’t let the old woman’s ghost escape, I would have given her to you. But you don’t deserve any reward, Jou.”

He lifts off me slightly. “You fuckin’ bitch,” he growls. “Stop starvin’ me.”

“Down!” I feel the snap of her power. It’s like a lash. The thing on top of me shudders and collapses. “You will do as I command, D’Asmodei. Drain her and be done with it.”

“You’re crushing me,” I wheeze. He is. I can’t breathe. My heart pounds in my chest. Lights flicker at the corners of my blurred vision.

“Shut up,” he growls. And then neither of us can speak, because he’s covered my mouth with his and shoved his tongue into my mouth. Asshole. I bite down hard and something hot and tasting not at all like blood gushes into my mouth.

That hurts. Take your fucking teeth out of my tongue.

I jolt at his voice in my head. Get off and let me breathe!

His tongue retracts and the weight on me lessens enough that I can take a couple of gasping breaths. Then he covers my mouth with his again, his lips moving against mine, and says into my mind, Still hear me?

Loud and clear.

When I get finished with you, your bitch friend is going to cut your heart out with that knife she’s sharpening and feed it to me. Sound good?

Is that a trick question? I struggle harder, with the strength of growing hysteria, trying to get my leg out from under him so I can knee him in the groin. Do vampires have balls? I don’t even know, but I’ve got to get out from under him.

Stop that sexy struggling, or I really will fuck you to death. Listen, you want to survive this. I want free of her. Help me and I’ll help you. Deal?

I stop struggling. It’s not getting me anywhere, and a deal with a vampire doesn’t sound any worse than being bled dry. Or having my heart cut out and fed to the vampire, for that matter.

Okay, I think cautiously. How are you bound?

He pulls one of my wrists in between our bodies and shoves my hand down the front of his pants.

What the--!

It’s around my balls, you silly—

Call me a bitch and you can go to Hell, no matter what she does to me.

He chuckles into my mind. Feel it?

I open my hand cautiously. I can’t help rubbing along his length, scrunching through the softness of his pubic hair. He growls into my mouth and thrusts himself against my hand.

Stop that, I think. Where is it?

Lower.

I strain, hyper-extending my shoulder, pushing my hand past what he’s filling it with, until my fingertips brush over skin that’s softer, more giving, more rounded.

A hard edge of metal. I trace it with my fingers, trying to ignore the sexy, silky rub of his erection against the skin of my inner wrist. Focus on finding its contours. A thin chain of metal, wrapped tight around the base of his balls. That must be agony for him. On several levels. I concentrate, pushing past the cobwebs filling my brain, and feel it. It’s blinding in my Second Sight. A band of ice so cold it smokes and sears.

Why use cold to bind a vampire?

Okay, I’ve got it.

Get it off me.

Right. My mind is completely blank. Except for the image of tearing off the chain and his testicles in one satisfying rip. Somehow I doubt he’d help me after that. Any suggestions?

He lifts his head, turns it slightly, presses his jaw against my lips so I can feel it when he speaks. “She’s fighting me. She’s too fucking strong.”

I am not!

Shut up.

“Jou, you are the lowest and most useless worm I’ve ever summoned. I gave her the henbane so she’d be weak enough for you to handle—”

He growls, a sound so deep and so low it rattles me down to my bones. “Let me fuck her and I’ll drain her dry.”

I’ll kill you first, I think. I don’t know how, but I’ll give it my best shot.

Would you shut up?

A delicately disgusted snort. “Do whatever you have to do. I want her drained before I take her heart.”

He lifts off me slightly and releases my wrist in order to unsnap his pants and shove them down.

If you even think about—

I’m doin’ a lot more than thinking about it. You be careful where you put your teeth. I lose a nut and you’re not walking out of here with both eyes. Got that?

Uh, yes.

He slides up my body, pulling my wrists wide and pinning them with his knees. I whimper at the painful weight of him on my arms, squirm when I see his blurred shape rise up over me. Wait, this is not a good plan—

He cups my head in his hands, holding me still. Open your mouth.

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