Hunger Embraced (The Hunger Series) by Jennifer James Read Free Book Online Page A

hurt. I glanced up and met his stare, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the mirror.
    “You belong to me. You will come to my court, where you are meant to be. Only I can fulfill you this way. I care not what trysts you engage in. You will join me. Only I can give you what you crave, what the Hunger that lives in you needs to be fed.”
    He plowed into me once more, and I was forced to meet his gaze. The grip of his hand in my hair and the relentless pounding of his cock dragged me ever closer to the precipice of orgasm. He leaned on my upper back until my breasts smashed against the countertop, slamming into me with such force I thought I would be left broken. His free hand cushioned my abdomen from the sharp edge of the counter.
    Two long, elegant fingers skimmed my belly, parted my pussy, and swept alongside my clit. He squeezed it between his knuckles and pressed on the swollen flesh. My knees buckled under the force of the orgasm sweeping through me, and I would have dropped to the floor if he hadn’t held me up. He grasped my magic, finding it buried inside me, and I was horrified as he jerked it free of the place I’d bound it to. The Hunger latched onto his aura, sucking at him as he came inside me. I watched him jerking over and over in the mirror, horrified and waiting for him to shrivel and waste away. The Hunger had not been free to run through me in seven years.
    “Yes…feed me…please…”
    But he appeared unaffected. Finally the magic receded, and he winced as he withdrew. I was vindictively glad to see the expression on his face. I was already sore, and knowing he’d suffered something from our encounter gave me a sense of satisfaction. The things he made me feel, playing my body with pain that turned to pleasure, and his ability to call my magic scared me. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks with heat when I thought of how I’d acted.
    “How? You’re OK. You’re not… How did you call my magic that way?”
    He looked quizzically at me and arched a brow as he tucked his penis into his pants. Three steps took him to the sink next to me to wash his hands and smooth a nonexistent stray hair.
    “I am your king.”
    “NO…no…arrogant prick…”
    The voice in my head screamed and wailed expletives mixed in with incoherent words. I shook my head to clear it, wanting the voice to stop and fade away.
    He continued to talk as though he’d had my attention the entire time. Looked like I was the only one hearing voices. The voice and I agreed this guy was a dickhead. “Of course I am unaffected. Your magic is starving. It leaves you quite vulnerable. Why do you think you feel so badly after being bitten?” He shook his head. “Foolish child.”
    I smoothed my skirt and shuffled into one of the stalls to wipe between my legs. It hurt, but I didn’t want a mess. I was grateful once again I couldn’t get pregnant or an STD, but it would be nice for one of them to use a condom just once. I bet the cleanup wasn’t nearly as bad.
    The egotistical vampire de Sade prick at the counter removed a card holder from his pocket and held it out to me until I accepted the small, thick rectangle. It had a name on it—Adrian Kaiser—and an address, just the street and house number. Guess he expected me to do a Map Quest.
    “You have three days. If you do not attend me in that time, I will come for you. It will be better for you to come willingly. It is time for you to fulfill the contract your father signed when you were a child.” A feather light finger traced my jaw, full of a dreadful promise of violence and sex. A part of me wanted to curl around him and purr. The rest of me alternated between terrified and pissed.
    “Contract?”
    The door opened and Daniel strode in, his lips set in a thin line and his shoulders hunched up tight. Adrian raked the larger man with his gaze, disdain evident in his expression, but inclined his head a fraction before disappearing through the door. Daniel wasn’t as polite. A