Sleepless Beauties: A Rejected Mates Paranormal Romance (The Vampires Vendetta Series Book 1) A.K. Koonce (best novels for beginners TXT) 📖

A grunt hums over my flesh as sharp teeth nip at my thigh.

A shiver tumbles all through me.

“You think I hate you?” Prey’s breath is hot against my center as he talks low and menacing. I smile as I realize he’s ignoring the low blow in that description of himself. “Hate fucking is best kind, Pretty Human,” he whispers as his fingers trace back and forth along the apex of my thighs.

My legs shake but I try to keep my composure.

Every good vampire movie needs a little hate fucking…

My head lifts and Aston still watches me. He’s moved toward the bottom of the stairs though and he’s just about to leave.

He should leave.

He should.

“You like him,” My Prince whispers with that nagging curiosity in his tone. “Mmm he’s uncomfortable. Make him more comfortable, Miss Vega.”

My heart pounds to tell him to leave. To save whatever good image he has of me in his mind.

I shouldn’t fuck Prey.

But so much of me wants him. Even if I know he’ll never want me.

I just want to know what it feels like. With the mate I’ll never truly have.

Just once.

A hot mouth presses over my wetness and with one big swipe of his tongue he covers me fully. His hands hold my legs open hard and his mouth devours me even harder.

A gasp tears from my throat and still I cling to that pained hooded look in Aston’s emerald eyes. Energy tangles through me with every swirl of Prey’s cruel tongue. Too many sensations climb inside, settling low in my core. Breathless moans are all I have. And as I watch Aston, I see that same erotic neediness within him.

Because he feels so much. He feels so much of me.

I want him to feel more.

“Aston,” I moan, my head falling back but I keep gazing into the sensuality shining in the depths of his eyes.

At the sound of another man’s name on my lips, Prey thrusts two fingers in hard. He arches them deep and grinds into me in just that one spot of pure intensity.

“Look at me,” Prey growls as he fucks me harder with his hand, making me insane with every small move he makes.

Pain and pleasure shake through me as my spine arches hard, my attention struggling to do what Prey asked. He leans over me, putting even more pressure against my sex as he works me faster and faster. His hand wraps around my neck and he pulls me up despite the bow of my body. His lips hover over mine as he speaks.

“You’re fucking mine. Your slick pussy,” his fingers press harder against that perfect spot, “you moans and screams, and your fucking orgasm, are all mine.” And with a slam of his lips and a thrust of his hand my sex clenches around him. All those reckless emotions crash down on me in a rain of euphoria trembling all through my body.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whisper against his lips and flicks his tongue against my curses before his teeth drag over my lower lip.

And he bites there hard before sucking sweetly. Warmth trickles down my chin but I’m oblivious to anything other than the feel of his bliss washing into me. Magic bight and white lights me up. It tingles all through me and he pulls back before it fully settles low in my core.

“You’ll always be the one I can’t have, Pretty Human,” he whispers against my lips. “Luckily for me, I don’t want you.”

He pulls his hand away, leaving me confused and with a new emptiness between my thighs where he once was. My Prince sits lazily on top of Pavel’s croft, munching… is that popcorn?

I blink at the room and find the spot where Aston watched me from across the room. Except he’s gone now.

Because I chose a man who will never want me.

Despite what fate may claim.

A heavy thought of embarrassment fills my chest but I shove it all away. I stomp it. And then I look up at the vampire storming away from me.

With a haze of blood red mist I’m in front of him. I flurry in with sparkling magic drifting around my hair and eyes as I stare up at the arrogant asshole.

“Fuck your mark, Prey. And fuck you too.” My chin lifts. I still want him.

The push and pull between us is electric and sparking and the hate he wears for me, it just makes all that needy energy burn up when we’re near.

“Don’t claim me.” I lean in close to him, nerves firing through me with the brush of our hair as I whisper along his ear. “Spend the rest of your miserable fucking life without feeling the ecstasy a mate can bring you.” My lips press to his cheek with a sweet fuck-you goodbye.

But his hand snaps around my jaw before I can pull away. Sparking energy strikes between us. His other hand grips my thigh and he lifts me without warning. My back slams to the wall and his hips press into me nicely. He weights me against the brick and his head buries in my neck as he grinds into me slowly at first.

It’s a twist of consciousness it seems. He starts so slow. But with a grunt of power and dominance, he shoves down his jeans and slams into my wetness so hard my gasp is a soft, empty shriek.

“Fucking ecstasy huh?” He fucks me so hard the brick wall scrapes against my shoulders. His hand never leaves my throat and still he slams into me over and over again, using me and hurting me so much it’s good.

His teeth drag over my neck but it’s like he refuses to give me the release his bite might bring to me.

“It feel good yet? When’s it supposed to feel good for me?” He insults me as he spreads my thighs further apart. His fingers dig in on either side of my wind pipe. His growl is a low violent sound along my shoulder.

My nails sink