Status Updates From Doing It To Death (Shivers ...

She watched a human girl die as her body exploded with orgasm & she felt disgust, the rawest form of disgust.
I could only liken the feeling to the way death smells to a vampire, the decay of life, the aftermath of lost self-control. Her self-hatred held that thick relentlessness. She’d been powerless to banish pleasure, no matter what we did to her, no matter what we made her do. She made me feel her pain as my own

In her mind, she spiraled, and she dragged me down with her, into her, in ways I’d never planned to descend.
She cried in a corner of a white room covered in blood.
She cried out between Vaughn and me, between Liam and Vaughn, between all three of us.

“You’ll starve to death. Call it the tax of a witch scorned. The hunger, the inability to feed, that’s just interest tacked on for all the shit you did to her. You turned another predator, not a human. Doesn’t matter if you can breed her, she’s mated to you now. You fucked up, Oldman, and picked the wrong witch. Now, we have to set your mistake to rights.”

“You’re alive.” I whispered, because even in a dream I couldn’t believe. Even buried inside her, even as I surged forward and came again and again, I couldn’t bring myself to believe.
“Yes.” She smiled but tears streamed into her ears, down into her hair. “I cheated death for you. I came back for you.”
Endless tears fell, sprang out around her like a blue sky, like a mirror.
Like a lake.

We shared one scream, one death, one climax, and one heartbeat. I shuddered against her, naked, with acid surging through my veins like a forest fire. My own venom, our joined spirits.

Reborn. I knew in an instant that the jagged edges of consciousness were stuck within us, connecting us with the glass that spiked through both our hearts. I’d felt this invasion once before, on a motel bed when Evie topped me and showed me the predator she truly was.

I rolled over, settling on top of her, and in the way of dreams, plunged deep inside her body without removing our clothes, just as the mirror shattered against my back. The reflective sky impaled us with a million shards of agonizing and bloody life.

I didn’t want to worry they were reporting to my father, like Cai did. I wanted something else. I wanted to escape. I’d found a family in the midst of the hunt, a family I could build in my image, when I’d spent so many years molded in my father’s.
Freedom.
Even if freedom had been an illusion, the illusion had been sweet as witch blood.

Truth is I’d never expected to love the little shit, or to love Liam. It’s just more fun to free run with a crew. The hunts are sweeter, the days shorter, and yet fuller. I didn’t want to spend the whole time watching fellow true born or turned jockey for favor with ‘Jesse the Heir’.

Truth is I’d never expected to love the little shit, or to love Liam. It’s just more fun to free run with a crew. The hunts are sweeter, the days shorter, and yet fuller. I didn’t want to spend the whole time watching fellow true born or turned jockey for favor with ‘Jesse the Heir’.

“You’re telling me I been running with you since ‘87 and you’re just bringing up you’re true born?”

All were strangers, not like in the good old days, when we had live-in maids and manservants, and people couldn’t track me down with these electronic leashes called cell phones. A free run isn’t so free when you can get a text any minute from your dad.

A vague smile twisted my lips. If Cai hadn’t been standing behind me, if the prick hadn’t forced me to kill my toy, I’d have dragged her down to this room. I’d have stood behind her, laughing.
And, if she’d been alive, I’d have told her she’d been close to killing my brother, but not close enough.

oh shit. I cannot wait for a Vaughn & Evie reunion.