Free Blood Doll (The Vampire Agape Series Book #3) (The Vampire Agape Series #3) by Georgia Cates Page A

conclusions.
    Curry clears his throat. “You can tell us anything. We won’t judge.”
    We’d see about that. “I love Avery. I have from the first moment I saw her but I didn’t realize it was affection that I was feeling. I assumed her blood was siren-like and was calling out to me because I hadn’t drunk it. But then Curry brought her here and I realized he wasn’t being drawn to her the way I was.”
    This catches Sebastian’s attention because he sits up and appears very interested. “And you felt this way about her before you drank her blood?”
    “Yes. And I discovered something strange while drinking from her that night. Her blood didn’t appeal to me at all but the act of drinking from her was … beautiful. We connected on an entirely different level. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. And afterwards–I could still feel her.” I place my hand over my heart. “There hasn’t been a moment I haven’t felt her right here since that night.”
    Sebastian is rubbing his chin, as he tends to do when he’s mulling something over in his mind. “Have you and Avery discussed this?”
    And the plot thickens. “Not until a few weeks ago. I’ve spent the last few months believing she was terrified of me. She always seemed so nervous and her heart was always pounding erratically every time we were close. Turns out I was wrong about why. She came to me the night I announced I was leaving and asked me to stay.”
    “That was several weeks ago and you haven’t said a word about it,” Curry says.
    This was where things could go downhill fast. “We agreed that something special happened between us when I drank from her but neither of us understood what it was. She wanted to explore it more–and so did I–so she asked me to make her my blood doll.”
    Curry closes his eyes and rubs his lids with his hand. “Tell me you didn’t.”
    It was time to admit what I’d been doing. “I didn’t want to make her my blood whore but it’s what she wanted and I find it impossible to deny her the things she asks of me. I must admit it’s what I wanted too so I started drinking from her.”
    Sebastian’s expression is calm and collected as always. “I guess that explains why you stopped taking blood from the swans at dinner.”
    “Avery wanted to be the only one.” Wanted isn’t the right word. Insisted would be a much better fit.
    “How often do you drink from her?” Sebastian asks.
    “It was every three days in the beginning.”
    He lifts a brow and I’m guessing it’s because he’s reading into the last part of my admission. “And now?”
    “Twice daily.” I feel like I should defend myself. “But I don’t do it for her blood. We do it for the connection we share while I’m drinking. The blood just happens to be part of it.” I hear my words and realize how much I sound like a junkie in denial.
    Curry looks ready to explode. And then he does. “I can’t believe you’ve been doing this for weeks. You’re addicted to her. You knew there was a chance this could happen and you chose to take the risk because you think something special happened. Well something happened all right. You got yourself addicted to a blood jewel and now you’re screwed.”
    He doesn’t have a clue about the relationship Avery and I share. “It’s not like that.”
    “Yeah, it is exactly like that.” He’s scoffing. And it pisses me off.
    “You don’t understand. I went to Avery in her bedroom this morning and something else happened as well.” They’re both looking at me waiting for the rest of the story. “Things became … physical.”
    “Physical?” Curry asks. “You mean she tried to fight you off when you were drinking from her?”
    “No. It was the kind of physical act involving a man and a woman.” They’re obviously not catching on but I shouldn’t expect them to. There’s no reason they would put the pieces together. “We made love the way a human man and human woman do except I drank