Bitten by Ecstasy: 2 (Dark Judgment) Read Online Free PDF

slicing down toward her throat while the other hand slashed the air several inches from her stomach, nearly filleting her. She sprang back, slipped, stumbled and slammed to the ground. The bone-jolting impact pummeled the air from her lungs.
    Glittering stars crowded her vision before she shook them off.
    But those few precious seconds ate up too much time. Way too much time.
    The vampire crouched over her, eyes blazing red in his beautiful, gloating face.
    “Carve off my dick, will you?” A terrible, lovely smile curved his full, sensual lips. “Now that gives me ideas,” he purred, straightening to his full height. His hands fell to the tab of his dark pants. “Maybe I’ll have you suck my cock before I bleed you dry.”
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    Two days.
    Two interminable days and nights of searching the city of Dublin. For her . The cruxim who had fed him her blood, addicted him to her taste and then abandoned him like an unwanted newborn on a doorstep. No bye . No hope you feel better soon . Not even a get the fuck out .
    Just…nothing.
    He’d woken up one morning to find the house she’d brought him to empty, void of her fragrance. To hippogryphs, all creatures carried identifiable smells as if their scents were coded into their DNA and captured in their blood. Humans smelled of the earth they were formed from according to some of their religions’ creation stories. The ethereal sídhe emanated the bouquet of eternal spring and the sea.
    The absence of the cruxim’s lightning-striking-earth scent had informed Bastien she’d deserted him. Leaving him hungry and hurting. And not just for blood.
    A vivid, clear image of the cruxim jumped into his head. It didn’t have far to leap. Thoughts of her had leased a corner of his mind five months ago and refused to be evicted. Especially when he slept.
    Long, thick hair the color of moonbeams contained in a tight ponytail. Almond-shaped, silver eyes in a face bards and troubadours would have dedicated epic poems to. A tall, slender body, no thicker than a tzamara , with a fluid motion as graceful as the lovely melodies played on the thin reed flute of his homeland. Music brought to life.
    And her wings. High above her head arched gorgeous, midnight wings that flowed like dark water to her heels. His stomach tightened against the punch of lust to his gut. He despised the jolt of desire, resented it. Images of a statuesque, lovely female with gold skin and long chocolate curls should’ve plagued him—as chocolate as the plumage and silken hide that covered her hippogryph. Alesia. His best friend. His love. The woman who, even now, prepared to marry another male.
    Yet the female his cock rose for was the same woman responsible for ripping away the life he’d known.
    Even if Bastien convinced himself he could return to Patros—the hippogryph seat of power and his home until five months ago—and endure the pain of witnessing the woman he’d loved marry another male and bear his young, Janus wouldn’t allow it. Purity. Superiority. Segregation. Those were the hippogryph king’s obsessions. If he discovered Bastien’s secret, the king would destroy the deygma , the abomination, among his people.
    He had two choices now—exile or death.
    A low, feral growl rumbled in his chest and rolled up his throat. The night wind blew his hair back from his face and a middle-aged couple shot him a startled glance and flinched. They gave him a wide berth, scurrying down the damp sidewalk, huddled together under their large, black umbrella.
    Their horrified reaction doused the surge of lust in an arctic wave, leaving him cold—bitterly cold. He should be immune to the pity or revulsion people revealed when they glimpsed his scars. But only half of him was a beast. The other half was a man. And the pity, disgust and horror sliced deep into the heart Evander had tried to rip from his chest.
    Yet none of the jabs to his pride compared to the first blow delivered five months ago. When