They both chuckle. The stuffiness in the room lightens. I realize it had nothing to do with the lack of a breeze in the first place.
“I was made a bloodthrall to Skartovius by design. By choice. But I’vealwaysbeen a grayskin. Unlike Master Skar and Vallan,there is some good in us. Buried deep, there is humanity there, since we’re half-human, after all.”
“After all,” Lukain echoes.
My eyes burn for some reason. I blink it away. Garroway speaks so wholeheartedly, it’s easy to admire the man when he’s in his element, waxing poetic about the rigors and trials of life and undeath.
“As a trueborn dhampir, there’snevera bond strong enough as a vampire’s with the thrall he or she turns. It can be a lonely existence. Yet it’s what allowed you to kill Alacine Mortis, your own mother, in the midst of her vile deeds—”
“May the Damned take her soul,” Lukain growls.
“—anddidn’tallow Vallan to kill Barnabac. That would have been impossible. So you see?” Garroway claps like his job is done. He shrugs and smiles haughtily.
Lukain says, “See what?” and I have to wonder if he’s being purposefully obtuse. He leans forward to meet Garroway, and there’s heat in the air.
It startles me. What startles me worse is how their faces, inches apart, sends a lighting bolt of heat to the base of my belly.Shit. Where did that come from?
“See how you are emotionally and mentally stronger than a fullblood vampire enslaved to their thralls,” Garroway amends. He reaches out and takes Lukain’s hand again, softly caressing his knuckles.
The stuffiness is back, abruptly, in full force.
Garro speaks lower, raspier. “Your Loreblood power has not been unveiled yet. That doesn’t make you less of a vampire . . .ora man.” His eyes dart past Lukain, to me. “In fact, I think it’s a good time to prove how much of a man you really are.”
I find myself dripping on his every word, pushing myself off the bed to wrap my arms around Lukain’s strong shoulders and neck, surprising him with a jolt. I place my head on his shoulder,smiling in his ear, and whisper, “Garroway makes a great point, Master.”
My words are as much of a caress as Garro’s flicking hand on Lukain’s knuckles. It’s only when I look down Lukain’s front that I see where Garro’sotherhand has gone.
He is slowly rubbing the inside of Lukain’s thigh.
My heart slams in my chest and climbs a ladder to my throat. The sight of Garroway rubbing Lukain’s impressive bulge along his thigh makes my pulse pitter-patter and my pussy ache.
Lukain’s voice is gruff. “You two would like to see what kind of man I am?”
“Yes, please,” I mutter in his ear, nipping at the lobe. “We’re begging you.”
“Perhaps all you need for your lineage powers to show, Master Lukain,” Garro sighs, “is some more of Sephania inside you. More of her Loreblood.”
I nod incessantly. “Yes. That.” I bare my shoulder to him, pulling down the collar of my shirt. “Doesn’t my flesh look supple and soft, Master?”
Truehearts flog me, I’m throwing myself at him. It’s all because of Garroway and his unashamed actions. He’s squeezing the outline of Lukain’s cock now, massaging his erection.
Lukain twists his neck to the side, just so, and hums in my ear. “After waiting years for this again, little grimmer, I can’t stop drinking from you now that you’ve opened the faucet.”
Goosebumps break out along my nape. There’s more than one leaky faucet in this room.
Then he’s sinking his fangs into the side of my neck. The sensation is immediate and intense, heating my belly more, more, wetting my cunt with absolute need. I grind against his back, whimpering. “Take it all, then. Drain me, Master Lukain. Garroway will help you.”
I lock eyes with Garro across the table. He nods his understanding and goes to his knees in front of Lukain, placing himself in supplication between Lukain’s legs.
While Lukain drinks from me and I feel my heartbeat slow, my body go tingly, and my mind go hazy, Garroway gently hoists Lukain’s big cock out of his pants.
My mouth drops as I watch Garroway work Lukain’s dick with both hands, before he kisses the dhampir’s cockhead and mutters, “See how strong you are, Master? How impressive?” He wags Lukain’s cock against his face, slapping it lightly against his cheek with a perverted smile.
“Don’t get greedy, love,” I tell him while draping my arm across Lukain’s shoulder. “I want some of that too.”
“Then you’d better join me, little honey badger, before I make it all mine and make Master Lukain forget you ever existed.”
The flighty challenge in his voice makes me gasp. I pull away from Lukain and he growls, his eyes dilating and turning sheer red as he watches me join Garroway on my knees in front of him.