Chapter 134
Chapter 134
Chloe gasped, instantly arching up into his bite. As the first wave of venom induced orgasm hit her, her knees buckled. Ames dipped with her, catching her, and then hoisting her up with careless ease. Chloe wrapped her armas around his shoulders, her legs around his waist. Her skin rucked up to her hips, leaving just the thin fabric of her panties and the stiff barrier of his jeans separating her pulsing core from the hard for of his erection. She whined, grinding against him as he fed from her, overcome by the pleasure of his venom, and still hungry for more. More of him, more of his body, more of his control. She wanted him inside every part of her, taking her body and soul.
As if he could taste her desperation in her blood, Amos groaned against her throat, pressing against her, crushing her between his broad body and the wall at her back. His hips rocked against hers, grinding his hard length against her needy pussy in time with the rhythmic suction on her throat. Each wave of pleasure crested higher and harder than the last, until her mind went totally blank and she became nothing more than the sensations rioting through her.
When she came back to herself, she was still clinging to Amos, trembling and gasping for breath as he licked at her healing throat. A contented purr rumbled in his chest.
“Are you back with me?” he asked softly, lips ghosting against her skin.
“I think so,” she said faintly.
His gaze flicked over her, a satisfied gleam in those hunter’s eyes. His lips curled into a small smile. “Fixed it p>
“Huh? ”
“Nothing. Let’s get you some food p>
Chloe and Amos were still in the kitchen when the resonant tones of the fanciest doorbell she’d ever heard rang out.
“She used the doorbell?” Amos said, looking baffled. “She must want to make a good impression p>
And just like that, Chloe was back to feeling nervous. The pastry she’d just eaten turned to cement in her stomach. Nervously, she gulped water, swishing it between her teeth and spitting it in the sink.
Amos’s hands descended on her shoulders, kneading gently. “It’s going to be fine, sweetheart. I promise. Why don’t you go to the sitting room? I’ll get the door p>
Chloe did as he suggested, heart hammering the whole time. She had only just arranged herself on the settee, gaze landing on the fresh floral arrangement–a frilly haze of yellow, orange, and red blooms–when Amos appeared in the doorway. Chloe sat frozen on the couch, palms sweating, pulse thudding in her ears.
“Chloe,” Amos said calmly, stepping inside the sitting room to reveal two women behind him. “This is Etta Brooks, my dam. And this is Fran Piotrowski, Etta’s bloodmate. Etta, Fran, this is Chloe Vargas p>
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Etta was a petite, curvy Black woman, so young she looked like she could still be in high school. Despite their differing coloration, her skin had that same slightly pallid quality that Amos’s did, like they’d both been dusted with a very fine layer of zinc. It didn’t make her look sickly, but rather, slightly other–worldly. She had enhanced her wide–eyed, fae beauty with shimmering golden makeup. Her long, black hair was worn in an abundance of thin locs whose ends transitioned from her natural color to cobalt blue. Half of her hair had been gathered at the crown of her head in a large bun, while the rest fell down her back to the small of her waist. She was dressed in a beautiful black and gold brocade dress, tied at the waist with a crimson sash, and black leather riding boots that laced up to her knee.
Her bloodmate, Fran, was equally as striking, with copper–bright hair styled in a fresh skin–fade undercut. She wore expensive–looking, perfectly tailored wool trousers in a Black Watch plaid pattern, a black dress shirt buttoned to the throat, and a pair of patent leather monk strap oxfords that would’ve made GQ cover models weep with envy. Tattoos emerged from her sleeve cuffs, indiscernible black designs that ended at her
knuckles.
Chloe suddenly felt like a dowdy frump. She resisted the urge to fidget with the neckline of her blouse as she got up from the settee.
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