Blood Orange (Dracula Duet #1) Read Online Karina Halle

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires, Witches Tags Authors: Series: Dracula Duet Series by Karina Halle
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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I take in a deep breath for courage, and look back to Valtu. It’s nuts that despite how feral and dangerous he looks right now, I’m also finding him sexy as hell. Not sure what that says about me.

I twist in my seat and start to crawl on the bed but then he holds out his hand.

“Stop,” he commands and I obey.

Then he goes to the other side of the bed and gets on his knees, still stroking that magnificent cock between his legs as his gaze intensifies.

“Crawl to me.”

I think I’m supposed to find this humiliating but for some reason I don’t. I crawl to him across the bed, moving slowly, feeling animal-like myself, like a sleek cat in heat. I know people are watching and I figure that no matter what happens here, if I at least look like I’m enjoying it then that gives me some control.

Because honestly, unless Valtu goes in those shackles, I’m at the mercy of him and Birtus and the other vampires here. What would stop them from just tearing me apart if the bloodlust were to get hold of all of them? What would the humans do? They couldn’t save me. They’re as powerless as I am.

“Look at you,” he says in that inhuman voice, his red eyes skirting over my body, leaving flames like a blowtorch. “Such a willing participant.”

He makes an elegant gesture with his finger for me to turn around.

I do so hesitantly because I don’t like the idea of my back being turned to him. Where I grew up on Vancouver Island, when we’re hiking in an area with cougars and bears, we’re taught to never turn our backs on the predators, and right now it’s going against all my instincts.

But I obey and I’m facing the crowd. I could fixate on the fact that they’re all butt naked, with their dicks hanging out and I’m fully dressed, but it doesn’t really matter when you’re on all fours, your ass to a vampire with a raging hard-on.

I feel him behind me, feel his dark, focused energy at my back, and he comes closer and I think I might just hyperventilate, I’m that scared, that excited.

The hard, thick length of his dick presses against my ass, but he hasn’t raised up my dress, so there’s still a thin layer of fabric between us. He brings his body over top of me, looming like a storm cloud, his chest brushing over my back and I hold my breath. I can feel myself growing wet between my thighs.

He reaches out for my hair and to my surprise starts braiding it loosely behind me so it’s gathered down the middle of my spine. His finger trails along the jugular in my neck, delicate but probing, and he lets out a quiet gasp of desperation.

His head lowers with teasing deliberation until his whole upper body is pressed against my back, hot and cold and tight, and I can feel his heartbeat, how loud and steady it is, like a tribal drum that shoots right through me.

His lips go to my ear.

“I’m going to feed from your neck,” he says softly, voice raspy and rough, making my thighs squeeze together. “It will hurt at first, but then it will turn to pleasure. I’ll probably end up fucking you while I’m at it.” He pauses. “If that’s okay.”

I try to nod, feeling like there’s no breath left in me.

“No matter what happens, my dove,” he says, running his lips over the shell of my ear, “I won’t be the man you know. I might do things you won’t agree with. Please know that I would never purposely hurt you on my own accord, it’s just that once I taste your blood, I will be lost to it. I will become the hunter and you will be hunted until I get my fill.”

Then he takes in a deep shaking breath and I brace myself.

It happens so suddenly.

He plunges his mouth against my neck and fangs stab into my skin, a sharp pain that travels down my spine, shattering through the rest of my nerves.

I try to scream but it gets choked in my throat as Valtu’s grip on my neck is so strong it feels like his mouth has been fused to my body. The pain starts to subside, almost like I’ve been given numbing cream, and now I just feel the way he feeds from me, consuming me, and there’s something so innately sexual about it that when he roughly shoves up the skirt of my dress so it’s bunched on my hips, I find myself pushing back into him, wanting him to fuck me at the same time.

I hear him swallow my blood down, so much blood, and he growls, the sounds vibrating in my bones, and he’s starting to move his mouth more, tearing into my flesh, enough so that it’s starting to hurt again.


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