Undying Hunger Read Online Free PDF
Author: Jessica Lee
she could walk away from unscathed?
The moment he’d wrapped his fingers around her wrist, she’d toed the edge of a cliff. The second his fangs had pierced her flesh she’d toppled over. Flying. Lost to sensation. Spellbound by the male who devoured her.
And Christ help her, she didn’t want it to end.
Every pull at her vein resonated across her nerve endings and pooled between her thighs. She moaned, and her head lolled forward. Arousal swelled in her core, making her squirm. Oh God.
Markus’s hair fell forward, brushing her arm, and the effect hit her like a tidal wave of lust. Her nipples hardened to stiff peaks, and the bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex throbbed, and it took every fiber of her control not to reach down with her free hand and relieve the ache.
What the hell was wrong with her? Arousal came with feeding from or donating to the opposite sex, especially if there was an attraction. That little side effect she understood all too well. She’d been a vampire long enough to have experienced the reaction. Not that she was ready to give in to those urges, the lust. She wasn’t in any hurry to confirm her suspicions that sex wasn’t going to be any more pleasurable as a vampire than she’d found it as a human. It was enough just trying to keep her leash on the bloodlust.
But this was different.
The need was too strong.
Her desire for the male went beyond enticing. It was mind-altering.
Her pulse raced, hammering inside her head like a bass drum of warning.
“Stop!” she cried out and tugged at his hold. “That’s enough!” She couldn’t take another second of his mouth on her. Alex yanked hard and Markus’s head popped up, but instead of letting her go, he snagged her forearm, growling, and jerked her next to him. Her blood stained his mouth, and his fangs glistened beneath his lip. His pupils filled his eyes, engulfing every visible inch of the white.
Swallowing hard, she attempted to bring some moisture back to her suddenly parched throat. Markus’s appearance had altered since his confinement. His hair had grown longer, his signature goatee lost within his unkempt beard, and his weight had plummeted, yet between them—the way she responded to him—nothing had changed. “Let me go,” she bit out.
She pulled once more, testing his grip. He didn’t budge. Instead, his nostrils flared.
“Is that what you really want?” His voice was barely human.
Was it? A shiver raced over her flesh. Her breasts, her sex, ached with need. Yet…
“Yes,” she managed to utter, surprising herself with the conviction in her voice.
She couldn’t give in. She could never allow herself to act on the lust burning up her veins.
Not with him.
It had to be the beast inside her responding to the feeding, their history. Because there was no way in hell she actually wanted anything more than answers from Markus Santini.
“Release me,” she ordered, her voice hoarse.
Uncurling his fingers, Markus eased back. He repositioned himself on the edge of the bed. A grunt exited his throat with the movement. If he was half as aroused as she’d been—was—she could only imagine the deep shade of blue his balls were now sporting.
Hate it for him. After everything he’d done to her and the Enclave… Aching balls was the least he deserved. This was the deal he’d concocted. Not hers.
She started to stand, but he reached out for her arm once more.
“I haven’t healed you yet,” he said.
Blood trickled from the open bite, traveling down to her fingertips. She curled her fingers, trying to contain the flow.
“Let me help you,” Markus added.
Alex dodged his touch. “I think you’ve done enough.” She darted toward the back of the small room, seeking out his bathroom. Inside the lavatory, she sealed the wounds to her wrists with her tongue, then twisted the faucets and shoved her hands beneath the stream of cool water.
She’d been such an idiot stepping inside his cage and expecting this
The moment he’d wrapped his fingers around her wrist, she’d toed the edge of a cliff. The second his fangs had pierced her flesh she’d toppled over. Flying. Lost to sensation. Spellbound by the male who devoured her.
And Christ help her, she didn’t want it to end.
Every pull at her vein resonated across her nerve endings and pooled between her thighs. She moaned, and her head lolled forward. Arousal swelled in her core, making her squirm. Oh God.
Markus’s hair fell forward, brushing her arm, and the effect hit her like a tidal wave of lust. Her nipples hardened to stiff peaks, and the bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex throbbed, and it took every fiber of her control not to reach down with her free hand and relieve the ache.
What the hell was wrong with her? Arousal came with feeding from or donating to the opposite sex, especially if there was an attraction. That little side effect she understood all too well. She’d been a vampire long enough to have experienced the reaction. Not that she was ready to give in to those urges, the lust. She wasn’t in any hurry to confirm her suspicions that sex wasn’t going to be any more pleasurable as a vampire than she’d found it as a human. It was enough just trying to keep her leash on the bloodlust.
But this was different.
The need was too strong.
Her desire for the male went beyond enticing. It was mind-altering.
Her pulse raced, hammering inside her head like a bass drum of warning.
“Stop!” she cried out and tugged at his hold. “That’s enough!” She couldn’t take another second of his mouth on her. Alex yanked hard and Markus’s head popped up, but instead of letting her go, he snagged her forearm, growling, and jerked her next to him. Her blood stained his mouth, and his fangs glistened beneath his lip. His pupils filled his eyes, engulfing every visible inch of the white.
Swallowing hard, she attempted to bring some moisture back to her suddenly parched throat. Markus’s appearance had altered since his confinement. His hair had grown longer, his signature goatee lost within his unkempt beard, and his weight had plummeted, yet between them—the way she responded to him—nothing had changed. “Let me go,” she bit out.
She pulled once more, testing his grip. He didn’t budge. Instead, his nostrils flared.
“Is that what you really want?” His voice was barely human.
Was it? A shiver raced over her flesh. Her breasts, her sex, ached with need. Yet…
“Yes,” she managed to utter, surprising herself with the conviction in her voice.
She couldn’t give in. She could never allow herself to act on the lust burning up her veins.
Not with him.
It had to be the beast inside her responding to the feeding, their history. Because there was no way in hell she actually wanted anything more than answers from Markus Santini.
“Release me,” she ordered, her voice hoarse.
Uncurling his fingers, Markus eased back. He repositioned himself on the edge of the bed. A grunt exited his throat with the movement. If he was half as aroused as she’d been—was—she could only imagine the deep shade of blue his balls were now sporting.
Hate it for him. After everything he’d done to her and the Enclave… Aching balls was the least he deserved. This was the deal he’d concocted. Not hers.
She started to stand, but he reached out for her arm once more.
“I haven’t healed you yet,” he said.
Blood trickled from the open bite, traveling down to her fingertips. She curled her fingers, trying to contain the flow.
“Let me help you,” Markus added.
Alex dodged his touch. “I think you’ve done enough.” She darted toward the back of the small room, seeking out his bathroom. Inside the lavatory, she sealed the wounds to her wrists with her tongue, then twisted the faucets and shoved her hands beneath the stream of cool water.
She’d been such an idiot stepping inside his cage and expecting this