Joey W. Hill - Vampire Queen 8 - Bound By The Vampire Queen by Joey W. Hill

Author:Joey W. Hill [Hill, Joey W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0100-12-31T14:00:00+00:00

Firewind

shifted,

alarming

him

a

moment,

remembering what Rhoswen had said about blood, but

Lyssa’s mind touched them both.

He says you won’t stir his hunger with the smell of my

blood, for I’m not human. He only drinks human blood. In

copious amounts, and he has already fed this day.

Jacob decided that was a thought best not pursued.

Conscious of the host they were approaching, he drank

swiftly. As she reached behind her back, he closed his

eyes when she found him, stroking his cock where it

nestled against her hip and buttock, an idle pleasure that

strained the hose further. As long as she kept herself

pressed up against him like this, it would be disguised. As

wel as stay painful y hard.

The way I most like you, Sir Vagabond.

The blood nourished, while the knitting of his bones

strengthened. As vitality returned to his limbs, they climbed

the slope to a portal, a large black wooden frame shrouded

in mist, reminding him of the stories that warned travelers to

stay away from a fog, because it made it too easy to

wander into the Fae world. The night sky had darkened

further over it, stray bits of green lighting striking and

reflecting off the glossy wood.

What else awaited them upon that hil made an equal y

absorbing impression. The Unseelie were the dark side of

the Fae world, more malevolent in their intentions, whereas

the Seelie, while quick to anger or exact retribution for

insult, essential y had motives for good. He wasn’t entirely

sure of that assessment, for al Fae tales warned against

congress with them. However, he couldn’t deny sheer

power came from the knot of royals at the head of the

Seelie train, even more overwhelming than what Rhoswen

had displayed thus far.

Keldwyn was part of that group. He sat upon a dappled

gray stal ion, relaxed and as dispassionate as ever. If

Jacob ever needed money, he knew who he’d be taking to

the poker tables in Vegas.

Not me?

Having been in your mind, I’m too familiar with your

moods. I would give them away with my poker face.

Anyone who ventured into Keldwyn’s mind might be

forever lost there. I wouldn’t take the gamble.

True. He might eat their brains like a zombie, only from

the inside out.

She cleared her throat over a chuckle. Jacob took the

opportunity to press his mouth to the juncture of her throat

and shoulder. Reaching up, she rubbed her thumb over his

lips, cleaning the last of the blood away. In his current attire,

he was tempted to paint some of it on his chest and come

off as a wild Celt.

They seemed to expect nothing less of a vampire.

His attention returned to the Seelie entourage.

King Tabor was easy enough to pick out, since he was at

the head of the triangular formation. His long gold hair was

plaited with ropes of earth-colored gemstones down his

back. Most Fae males had strong faces with remarkable,

ageless beauty.

Cayden’s scar had been the exception. However, Tabor’s

face had a lined rugged quality that suggested maturation,

like the cycles of the earth itself. His eyes were leonine

amber. The way he sat his steed showed a fit male who’d

known battle. A glance at the male’s eyes told Jacob that

Tabor might be the oldest of al of them, Rhoswen and

Lyssa included.

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