Dark Destiny (Principatus) by Lexxie Couper

little, the fire in her belly and her sex threatening to devour her. Oh, God, would he never bite her? Would she never have release? “No. My…my boyfriend is a vamp.”
    It was a little lie. Ven had never called her his girlfriend, but she’d been his main feed for three years now. They went to the movies together, swam in the beach at night together, made love on the sand…surely that’s exactly what she was? His girlfriend? And if Raz thought she had a vampire boyfriend, he would be less inclined to drain her. Wouldn’t he?
    She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry even as her pussy grew wet with dark, impatient craving.
    The vampire’s grin stretched wider. “Really?” he repeated on a chuckle. “And what would his name be?”
    Amy shivered, her sex contracting in denied anticipation. The aching need in her body was beginning to undo her. “Steven Watkins,” she ground out, breath quick, eyes squeezed shut. “Now, shut the fuck up and bite me, damn it. I didn’t come here for a conversation.”
    Raz stiffened for a moment, his lips still on her neck. “Steven Watkins?”
    She nodded and for a glorious moment, she felt his tongue touch her neck, just above the point where her pulse beat like a trapped moth. Her breath caught in her throat in a hitching whimper and she braced herself.
    “The vampire that surfs by moonlight?”
    “Yes.”
    “Tell me more about him. Now.”
    The low command vibrated through her neck and she groaned, her nipples pinching tight, her fists curling tighter. “Why?” she moaned, pressing her hips against his cold body. “Does it matter?”
    “That depends.” He touched the curve of her shoulder with his icy lips. “Do you want me to bite you?”
    Hot frustration rolled through Amy, bringing stinging tears to her eyes. Her body shook, the need to feel the burn so powerful she could hardly think. “He’s just a vamp.”
    “So why are you here?” Sharp fangs dented her neck. A little. “With me?”
    “Because he didn’t come to me tonight…or last night, and…” She bit her lip, humiliation almost dousing the craving. Almost, but not at all.
    A cold tongue traced a lazy circle around the little dip at the base of her neck. “And?”
    A shudder rocked through her. “And I can’t wait any longer.”
    The vamp tugged her hips harder to his and another, more primitive shudder claimed her. He was aroused. Very aroused. Oh, Lord, forgive me.
    “Why hasn’t he come to you? Did you do something wrong?”
    Amy shook her head, trying to rub her neck against his open mouth. Fuck, how much longer? She couldn’t take it anymore. “No,” she groaned. “He has a younger brother he needs to protect. Sometimes he goes to him instead.”
    Raz became very still. “A brother?” The fingers on her arse curled harder into her butt cheeks, the lips on her neck softly nibbling her flesh. “Tell me his name.”
    “Patrick.”
    Ven’s brother’s name burst from her lips before she could stop it. A wave of unease rolled through her, tight and cold, but she ignored it. What did it matter if a vampire knew Patrick’s name? It wasn’t like he was anyone important, and Ven spent so much time looking after him, even if the vamp at her neck did decide to go after Patrick, he’d fail.
    The unease in her belly twisted into a knot at the thought and for a split moment Amy wished she could take it all back. What was she doing here? Why did the vamp want to know about Ven and Patrick?
    She shifted, trying to move away when she felt sharp fangs graze her skin.
    Hot pleasure rushed through her. Oh, yes!
    “Steven and Patrick Watkins?” Raz murmured against her neck.
    Her pussy contracted and she leaned closer to him. “Yes.”
    He made a humming sound, fangs pressing harder to her flesh. “Hmmm. Good.”
    That sense of unease rolled through Amy again. She stiffened…and he bit her.
    Her orgasm, explosive and tainted with dark guilt, shot through her. Clamped her cunt shut on a