“How did you get this place?”
“The Artino coven owns this condominium.”
Ushering me forward, I step out of the elevator and follow him down the hall. At the second door on the left, he swipes the plastic card and opens the door to a lavish condominium like you might see above but without windows. The furniture in the living room is a vibrant blood red, with a plush white carpet between the couch and matching two chairs. The kitchen looks unused except for the attached bar, stocked full of liquor and glasses. There are three doors off the open concept living area, which I assume lead to two bedrooms and a bathroom. One of my paintings catches my attention, hanging on the wall between the doors, easily visible for any guests to admire.
A smile tilts my lips, then widens when I feel Phoenix at my back. Snaking a hand up my thigh, he pulls my dress up my leg, pressing his fingers over my opening. While he kisses along my neck, I release a pleasured sigh when he slides his fingers into me.
“I’ve thought of this.”
“Did you touch yourself when you thought of me?”
“Yes.”
His hand curls around my throat, tightening enough to excite me.
“Did you orgasm when you thought of me fucking you?”
“Yes.”
Thrusting his fingers harder, he pulls a moan from deep in my throat.
“I’ll never forget the first time I fucked you.” A tip of his fang scrapes along my neck. “How delicious you tasted.” Thrusting against my G-spot, he drags a guttural cry of pleasure from my lips. “How enslaving your pussy felt.”
“Phoenix,” I breathe.
“I want it again.”
Violet essence bursts out around us. The room blurs as I’m swept across the room, through a door, and tossed onto a plush bed. Phoenix’s eyes blaze violet as he steps onto the bed, gathers the fabric of my dress, and tears it from my body. Pushing me back on the mattress, he tears my panties open, lifts my knees toward my chest, and lowers between my legs. As he sucks my clit, my mind goes blank, my body aching with need. The flick of his tongue pulls moans from me as I arch toward him, the pleasure magnificent. As I come, the mix of pleasure and pain assaults my body as his fangs pierce me.
His grip on my thighs tightens, his sucking growing in intensity. Another orgasm rushes over my body, and I clench my hands in his hair. Needing more, I pull away from him, grab his shirt and tug him toward my chest as he wipes his lips. Climbing over top of me, he tears off his shirt and tosses it to the floor. His hand winds through my hair as I undo his belt and unfasten his pants.
As his erection breaks free, he tilts my head to the side, baring my neck to him. With a hand tucked under me, he thrusts between my spread legs, his fangs piercing my neck. With each thrust, he drinks from me, my body in a haze of pleasure. Gripping me tighter, he thrusts harder, his head falling back, blood staining his fangs.
“My sweet, succulent rose.”
Gaze dropping to mine, his eyes transition to red, his tongue licking across his lips. Nerves tighten my gut, and I pull back from him, but he pins me beneath him, lifting my arms over my head.
“I need more, so much more.”
“Phoenix, don’t do this.” My panicked voice does nothing to hide my fear.
Red eyes fade to violet. “The hunger is agonizing. Only your blood satisfies it.”
“You have to control it. Don’t let it control you.”
Closing his eyes, he breathes me in. “Even the smell of your blood entices me.” Opening his eyes, they’re bright red. “I need it.”
“Phoenix, stop.” I fight against his grip, but it only makes him hold me down tighter. Fangs bite into my neck, his sucking aggressive. Magic forms in my palms, and with all the strength I have, I raise my wrists and aim my magic at him. Flying off the bed, his body slams into the wall. Curling my legs up toward my chest, I put one arm out, a fiery ball hitting him in the chest as he lunges for me. The magic burns his skin but fizzles out as he heals.
Fangs bared, he lunges across the bed toward me, his arm swinging out for my leg. Both hands out, I release my air magic and cast a spell. Phoenix’s eyes roll back, his body collapsing on the bed, unmoving.
As I control my shaken breath, the front door of Phoenix’s condo opens. Moments later, Cyrus and Kristo enter the bedroom and find me protectively holding a blanket over me with Phoenix unconscious on the bed. Cyrus glances at my neck, anger filling his eyes. Looking down, I touch the blood coating my chest. Shaking, I lower my hand, and Cyrus comes over to hug me. Tears sting my eyes as I take comfort in his arms.
“My apologies, Selene,” Kristo sounds sincere. “Phoenix is lost to us, his bloodlust controlling him. I made a mistake tonight, and unfortunately, you paid the price.”
Cyrus brushes my hair away from my face. “Let’s get you home.”
“I’ll handle things from here,” Kristo tips his head for us to go.
“No, I’m not leaving him again. He needs our help, and this time, we’re giving it to him.”
“What would you like to do?”
“Take
