Free Chosen: Book 1 in the Ancients of Light series by Heather Fleener

lips parted more fully for him. At
her seeming invitation, he pushed her upper lip back giving closer
inspection to her fangs. She was an exquisite little thing, had she
been his Kaitriana he would have found her irresistible in this
transitioned form. Taking his fingertip he circled the ivory point,
back and forth between and again, until she was writhing in his
grasp. He knew the new formations were incredibly sensitive and
that the repeated touch would be so pleasurable as to be near
pain.
    He knew also that by this time the hunger
must be overcoming her, “Ah, Beauty, unfulfilled thirst in the
newly born is a torture in and of itself.” Lorcan sliced the tip of
his finger wide on her fang and watched the points extend further
in response to his blood. He rubbed the bleeding tip round and
round each fang, taking vicious delight in her little throaty growl
of need. Finally Lorcan traced it once more slowly on each point
before spreading it languidly across her lower lip. Knowing it
would set her off towards madness, he whispered to her, “I shall
love watching you burn with it.”
    Her eyes clashed with his at the last taunt,
the blue being swamped by inky darkness as she sucked ravenously at
the red stain on her lower lip. She was unsuccessful at conquering
the sudden voracious need that had swept her with the first red
drops he had spilled over her fangs. Kaitriana imagined she could
easily be brought to beg for more of his taste. She knew by the
cold sneer he gave her that she had been unsuccessful too at hiding
her dread over the recently realized hunger and the additional
weapon it gave him against her.
    Lorcan wondered when he watched her eyes
begin shift to black if it was due to her fear or her hunger.
Either suited him just as well. The gashes on her neck were gone;
he abruptly jerked her neck back to him to tear open the column of
skin, setting his teeth more deeply into her flesh. His actions
this time were rewarded with her whimper and Lorcan smiled against
her skin as he completed the course downward. Releasing his hold on
her neck, he raised his hand and probed the seam of her lips again
with his still bleeding fingertip. He was watching intently,
gauging her response, and met her gaze coolly when it shot upwards
to his with alarm.
    The intensity of the hunger was removing her
ability to think and Kaitriana could not stop herself from drawing
the tip between her lips and licking fervently. Lorcan watched the
extreme pleasure play across her features and let her lap away
greedily for minutes before he pulled his hand mercilessly away. He
reveled in it when he heard her whisper ‘please.’ A cruel smile
finally broke his expression as he whispered, “Please? What do you
want from me, Beauty?”
    Lorcan trailed the bloodied fingertip down
the length of her arm. The scent of it so close drove her to twist
restlessly against him. Capturing her wrist in the circle of his
fingers, he lifted her limp arm upwards and examined the fine bones
of her hand. Continuing his study, he whispered callously, “Beg me
for more, little vampire. Beg me…”
    He closed his mouth on her wrist at that
moment, sinking his fangs in slowly. When buried deep, he twisted
his mouth to rip the flesh open painfully. She flinched but did not
cry out. The sweet taste of her washed over his tongue and the
unwanted pleasure he derived from drinking her in only caused his
burning wrath to fester.Withdrawing his fangs, he glanced down at
her derisively and whispered the order again.
    At her sustained silence, he repeated the
torturous bite of her wrist. To Lorcan’s surprise, although her
body stiffened she still did not beg for release from her hunger or
his persecution. He increased the pressure of his bite and growled
his frustration over her resistance.
    She could not hold the whimper that formed
this time at the pain wrought by his mouth, but took advantage of
the fact that his tight grip on her body had eased. Kaitriana
rolled herself