Lust By Blood: A MM Historical Romance (Vicious Vampires Book 3) by Vivienne Cox

Author:Vivienne Cox [Cox, Vivienne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2020-10-19T16:00:00+00:00

6

Chapter 6

“I’m not certain how you think this is funny.”

It was, honestly. Ignatius’s protest was only halfhearted, beckoned on by the blood staining along the front of his shirt. Ruined, undoubtedly. He couldn’t find it in himself to care much.

That asides, Lucian was laughing. Ignatius could think of several things that would have been better than one of his fellow servants walking into the parlor at the exact moment Lucian had him pressed into the sofa, teeth in his neck. Most things, in fact, given how they had been keeping both their feedings and their relationship secret, and Ignatius knew firsthand how everyone in this manor could talk.

“Your face. Her face,” Lucian amended, hiding a fanged smile behind a bloodied hand. “For being a vampire herself, she certainly looked as though she’d taken a fright to seeing the supernatural.”

“Yes, well, I am human,” he retorted, pressing a hand to the wound at his neck. “And, as far as they’ve heard and relentlessly gossiped over, wish to stay human and have never been bitten.” He glanced at the blood beginning to slick his hand, and Lucian grabbed his wrist to bring to his mouth. “She probably thought you were trying to turn me!”

“Her fault for jumping to conclusions.” Lucian licked along his palm. “Besides, if they know you as well as I do, they’d know you have no interest in being turned.”

“Of course they don’t know me as well as you do.” Ignatius breathed out sharply as his fangs brushed a fingertip. “You’re the only one who knows me this way.”

“Mm.” The prick of incisors replaced with the lightest pass of lips against his finger. “I enjoy that.”

“Do you?” Ignatius asked faintly, and very nearly gave into the urge to press his finger past Lucian’s lips and tongue and teeth. He did not, however. There was still blood on his hands and his shirt and his throat. The chaise as well. Praise the Six the fabric was dark to begin with. “The blood, Lucian–”

“Yes, yes. I’m working on it.” He took Ignatius’s hand in his own and moved back to his neck, mouthing along the blood and puncture wounds there.

“They’ll gossip tonight,” Ignatius said idly. “Everyone will know before dusk.”

“I swore her to secrecy.” Lucian’s reply was barely a mumble. “That asides, it wasn’t as though she walked in on us engaging in sex.”

Ignatius didn’t think it was possible to flush further, but he was continually proving himself wrong. His body felt like it was on fire, burning into ozone at the place where Lucian’s fangs sank into his neck again. He couldn’t help a tiny moan, and felt Lucian grin against his skin.

“Close enough,” Ignatius managed.

“Is it?”

“… perhaps?” he murmured, and felt Lucian pause.

“Perhaps,” Lucian repeated, and pulled away from his neck. His hand fell away from Ignatius’s, settled lightly against his chest. “May I, then?”

He breathed out slowly, and then inclined his head. “Please.”

Two weeks ago and he had said differently, but amazing how quickly an opinion changed. Or,

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