Worthless: New adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 2) Read Free Page A

Amazing. It had felt amazing, and she was disgusted with herself for acknowledging that.
The the withdrawal symptoms were the worst. Try and have sex twelve hours a night for five years. Disgusting as that was, she was addicted. She was a whore.
Sometimes, like now, her hand was stroking her pussy, and she hadn't consciously chosen to do it.
“It seems I'm interrupting.”
Fuck.
She turned to face a vampire.
Cece froze, first, then she took two steps back.
He was dangerous; for her more than anyone else. His very presence threatened her sanity.
    He was ten, twenty times more stunning than anyone she'd ever met, Fay’s fiancé included. Lean, tanned muscles, that seem shaped for speed; that, and his penetrating ice grey stare, his long, dark wavy hair, oh-so-casually disheveled, shot straight through her. She wanted him inside her, releasing his strength as he pounded her with abandon.
But that was what she wanted of everyone, when she felt like that.
“Here, let me help.”
She didn't even see him move; suddenly, he was in front of her and on his knees, parting her bed sheet.
His eyes flashed before his mouth found her clit and sucked.
Cece would have loved to pretend she'd told him to fuck off, that she'd screamed that she was a free woman protected by the Drake, the house of the King himself.
But what she did was to thread her fingers through his dark hair, and keep him just there.
    Yes. Oh, yes.
“Please,” she heard herself whisper.
The vampire growled against her pussy, before parting her lower lips with three fingers, one of which hit her g-spot almost right away.
Soon, she had another finger in her ass, and he carried on assaulting her clit, teasing it, licking ever-so-softly one instant, and then, sucking, biting it.
She came. Oh god, did she ever come. It was glorious…
But something was missing, making the moment absolutely surreal. And perfect, too.
Even as her orgasm hit, he'd never drawn blood.
     

    Fuck. Fuck. What had that been all about?
Michael was the smart one, contrarily to his brother, he never acted on impulse, yet here he was, sucking off a human in his brother’s house.
A free human, who was more than likely under William’s protection. That meant she also was under his protection.
Fuck. Was it Fay? Has he just made his future sister in law come on his tongue? That was going to make the next few Christmases interesting.
Even as he thought it out, he knew the answer to that. It hadn't been. Fay, as his brother frequently gushed, was an AB neg. This woman had been a lot of things, but certainly not that.
Blood was like alcohol; it was a question of taste. Some people loved Hennessy XO and Champagne, others preferred a good old pint of beer.
Michael was a beer guy all the way. Delicacies like AB neg made him want to retch, and that girl… Damn. Not biting her had taken a lot of willpower.
He forced himself to walk away after making her come, knowing his brother was more than likely going to carve him a new one regardless.
King of all vampires in the continent or not, he was still William Drake’s baby brother.
He locked himself in his room, and tried to catch a few hours of sleep; but as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was picturing a sensual redhead with a designer pussy.
    For all her beauty, her most appealing attribute was her mind. He was used to deceit, hidden motives… but there had been nothing but her need to come.
Ah, hell. It couldn't be helped. He grabbed his dick and stroked it up and down until he'd calmed down.
     
    Michael woke up early, and purposefully stayed in his room until he’d heard his brother’s voice – then, he closed his eyes and scanned the minds he could reach, until he’d located the thoughts of pretty little Fay.
    Sure, it was point blank rude to spy on a stranger’s private thoughts like that, but that was what the Drake siblings did: they protected each other.
    People often thought that being a psychic meant hearing every