All Chapters of Immortal Cravings: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Of course, my perfect older brother would be there, waiting for his human lover. Waiting to rub into my face, how Marley would go to him first, over me. I glared at him, as he raised an eyebrow and swept past him, but not before slamming my shoulder into his. Any other time in our lives, that would have seen him pick me up and throw me off the second story balcony onto the marble floor below, but as he had gotten older, he’d gotten softer.If only Marley had known him when we were younger, she wouldn’t have been so keen to jump into bed with him, there would have been no sex.Just bite, drain and discard.Turning toward the library, I pushed open the huge doors and strode in, throwing myself into my seat. We would sit here, playing nice, being all civil when I knew what would happen afterward. Of the moans which would escape Marlene’s mouth, because of my brother and even though I couldn’t hear them, because of the soundproofing Absinthe had installed into his room, it wouldn’t stop m

My hands fluttered along Marley’s hot skin, my mouth kissing along her neck, knowing as she tipped her head back, what she wanted. It’d been something she had wanted from only a few days into our arrangement.My fangs in her flesh.I bit down gently, as I covered her small frame with my larger one and thrust into her.She moaned, arms wrapping around my neck, as I slowly made love to her, drawing out her pleasure, for purely selfish reasons. Her blood was sweeter in the throes of passion, her moans, music to my ears as she writhed beneath me.She dragged me closer, her moans becoming louder and more frequent and I felt her body clench around me as she orgasmed. The rush of passion came into her blood; making it sweeter, sending me over the edge and I disentangled my fangs from her skin, as I grunted against her and came.Sealing the puncture marks with a quick rake of my tongue, I rolled to the side, bought the covers up and over myself

I watched Marley leave. Standing in my room, peering out of the window like a creepy old man, my stomach churned with sickness as the blacked-out SUV left the mansion grounds and turned toward the airport, the feeling I would never see my human lover again, building with every mile further she was away form me. The knock at my door was light, but I knew exactly who it’d be. There was only one idiot who would come to see me, while I was in this kind of mood. Most of the other vamps in the coven had given me a wide berth, when I had been stomping through the mansion. They knew better than to try to stop me to ask what was wrong. I would have lost my shit and snapped at anyone.

“I have promised my cousin I will not hurt you, Miss Brennan and I will hold myself to the promise I made him, as to cross Absinthe would see my head roll; but my fledglings are only just old enough to have hunted for themselves.” He leaned back and stared down at me, as if contemplating if I was worth the effort, he was having to put into all of this. “And you would be a good triumph for them. So close. So fresh. So, you staying here, will be interesting.”A growl from behind me and I turned my head, not to Tony, but to his fledgling.Maddison’s figure had stiffened, and she had stepped closer to me, her bright blue gaze coppering in anger and I knew she would have me in the car in seconds, while Tony fought Korin; if it came to it.I turned my attention back to the vampire Lord in front of me, seeing his own eyes fading to copper and the tension in the air became electrifying.Tony’s gruff deep voice came from behind

My alarm blared and I groaned, rolling to the side to silence it. My hand touched the empty space on the bedside table, and I blinked, lifting myself to my elbow and looked around with gritty eyes. The sound came from the floor, and I leaned over the side of the bed and scooped the device off the shag carpet, where I’d dropped it the night before.Silencing it, I stared at the time.Six-pm.Maddison and Tony would be at least another half hour, until the sun was low enough for them to wake, then I would have to wait for them to be ready. Sighing, I lay back on the bed and opened my phone, reading emails quickly, before scrolling through my non-existent messages.Absinthe hadn’t left any messages and I frowned. Usually when he and I argued, there were at least a dozen messages or voicemails, with vague threats and empty promises.There was nothing.After twenty minutes of doom scrolling through various social media platforms, I go