Put Your Fangs In Me

His hand tightens around my wrists above my head. “This pretty dripping pussy of yours. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen is fucking begging me. But maybe you’re soaked and needy because of his fangs.” He slaps my pussy. Hard.
I cry. “Ahhhh! No!” I let out a whimper, then a moan.
Earlier, of fucking course yes, but now, it’s just for him. But if I come to think about Griffin’s fangs—
Aemon opens my pussy lips with his long fingers at an obscene angle. I curl my toes. Oh, Goddess, oh Goddess!
I’m so wet! “Griffin—I mean—Your brother means nothing to me.” I whimper.
But as soon as I say his brother’s name I know it is the wrong thing to say.
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To vampires, blood is everything.
When it stops flowing, so do you.
Blake is human. Offered like cattle by the very pack that raised her.
But the moment her blood touches Griffin’s tongue, the Vampire Leader knows—she is his fated mate.
There is only one problem: his brother wants her too. And he’s not willing to let go.