Dark Destiny (Principatus) by Lexxie Couper Page A

nonexistent dick.
    The burn spread through her body, wicked fingers of wonderful, terrible heat scalding their way to her craving core.
    Oh, yes, yes!
    Her newfound “friend” she’d all but thrown herself at in the Pleasure Pussy not but forty minutes ago, sucked at her neck, his fangs gouging deeper into her throat, his tongue rasping against her flesh.
    She closed her eyes, letting the burn devour her. It was the single most painful yet exquisite sensation she’d ever experienced. There were no words to describe how it felt. None that she knew of, anyway. All she knew was the need to feel this never left her anymore. She needed it more than breath. Every second of every minute of every day she felt the craving. It consumed her. Like the raw energy of a cyclone—forceful and undeniable. Magnificent. Lord, why had she wasted so many nights waiting for Ven to come to her when she could experience the burn any time she wanted.
    Why had she waited when it felt so…so… “Fucking good,” she moaned, pressing her legs together as the product of her climax dribbled down her thighs.
    Raz chuckled, the soft sound vibrating through his lips, his fangs, down into her centre. “As good as your boyfriend?”
    The question filled Amy with fresh guilt and she squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the sight of the grimy, trash-strewn back alley in which they stood, shutting out the faint pink smear of dawn coloring the dark sky above them. Ah, she didn’t want to think about Ven. Not now.
    But the vampire wouldn’t let up. He seemed to draw pleasure from the acrid guilt in her soul, fed from it as enthusiastically as he fed from her neck and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Not while his pleasure allowed hers to be.
    “Tell me, my sweet little Amy,” he continued, lifting his lips from her throat. Amy cried out, sinking her nails into his icy-cold shoulder in an attempt to hold him to her. Pale red eyes regarded her from behind stubby black lashes. “Tell me what Steven Watkins would think about you being here with me.” His lips curled into a sly grin, his tongue darting out to catch a drop of her blood lingering at the corner of his mouth. “Tell me what his human brother would think of it.” He lowered his head a little and blew a fine stream of air onto her wet, blood-seeping neck. “Where are they now, Amy? Shall we go find them before the sun rises completely? Shall we let them watch our little show?”
    A soft whimper slipped from Amy’s lips at Raz’s murmured suggestion and an image of Ven watching another vampire feed from her flashed through her head. A sinful thrill shot straight to her still-contracting sex and she shook her head. “No.” Her voice was husky. “The sun is almost up. Ven will be sleeping.”
    Raz pressed his lips back to her throat, touching the weeping puncture wounds there with the tip of his tongue. “And his brother?”
    Amy shivered, her heart pounding, her flesh tingling. “At work.” She shifted, pressing closer to the vampire. “He is a lifeguard.”
    Raz’s tongue flicked from one wound to the other before he lifted his head to stare into her eyes. “A sun lover.”
    She laughed, a nervous little hiccup of sound. “Yes. You could call him that.”
    Raz’s eyes flashed brilliant vermillion. “Yes,” he murmured. “I could.”
    His lips parted again, as if to return to her neck, and Amy braced herself for the agonizing rapture of his continuing feed. She needed it still. What he’d given her so far was wonderful, glorious, but it was not enough.
    But instead of suckling her throat, Raz kissed her flesh with cool, wet lips and straightened, removing his arms from her body.
    “No!”
    She hadn’t meant to shout. Nor sound so desperate. She bit at her lip, her body already screaming with furious denied want.
    “Do not fret, my sweet little Amy,” he purred, red eyes glinting. He stepped back into the protective safety of the narrow alley’s nighttime