I could tell that they could sense my longing, my desire, my innermost needs. Unfortunately, they were still pissed that I had come to kill them and they decided to take a bit of revenge. They quickly twirled me around and spread my legs as far open as they would go. Lucian's cock had grown larger then I had ever seen anything of its kind to grow before. He was hot, and after drinking my blood I mean that literally.
Dominick had retrieved the wooden stake from the mausoleum floor and poised the point of it against my tight ass hole. The fear of what that pointed stick could do to me surfaced to my brain, but there was nothing I could do but trust that the vampire's preternatural abilities would allow no harm to come to me, at least, if their intent was to keep me alive for their pleasure. As soon as this thought crossed my mind, Dominick snarled with a wink as his cock sprung up almost meeting the end of the stake, a drop of blood forming at its tip. I received a mental image of affection and longing that implied a future. I felt a sense of relief and anticipation.
