Wordless: new adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 1) Read Online Free

nothing, past the waves of lust she couldn’t dial down. Her life was too sensual for her body to know better.
    The lust was a new factor. Normally, she wasn’t aroused until they forced it upon her by stroking her just the right way – no body could fail to be awakened by the right caresses, whether they desired to or not.
    But watching him was enough for her insides to clench .
    Stupid. You’re just stupid.
    Someone opened the passenger door up front, and the young stranger got in, before turning to her and flashing her a threatening, predatory smile that made her flinch.
    Ok, maybe she wasn’t that stupid; her alarm bells worked just fine with that guy.
    Then, the door next to her opened and she went right back to drooling and questioning her sanity.
    “Done crying?”
    Her eyes widened; had she really be crying? Fay didn’t do the whole weeping thing; it wasn’t worth it. If her master had heard of it and been displeased, she might have earned a punishment.
    A lot of girls got punished in Vincent’s home – but not her. She knew just how to behave.
    Fay nodded, and he got in, sitting down on the other side; then the car started and pulled away.
    The silence was quite uncomfortable; after a while, the ancient broke it.
    He removed his jacket first, before rolling one sleeve; then unexpectedly, he bit down his own forearm.
    Fay had never seen a vampire doing anything like it before; she watched his self-mutilation with a morbid interest, captivated, until he caught her at it.
    Look down, she told herself. She knew she should have looked down.
    She didn’t, meeting his eyes head on instead. They’d gone back to sky blue, rather than the dark hue they’d adopted earlier. In both cases, they were pretty mesmerizing, which explained why she just couldn’t stop gawking.
    The ancient must have been used to keeping girls spellbound, because he just smiled before extending his muscular forearm towards her. 
    “Suck me,” he said with a smile.
    She’d heard that order before. Fay couldn’t help glancing down towards his dress pants, although he’d meant something very different – and weirdly, she felt it was even more decadent.
    “Why?”
    What was wrong with her today?
    The word was hesitant, weak, barely audible, but she’d said it nonetheless, and there was no taking it back.
    The appropriate response should have been to shut up, open her mouth, and suck. Questioning her master wasn’t her place.
    Why had she?
    Because you know you can get away with it.
    Fay knew the theory was true as soon as her mind hazarded it. She wasn’t sure what it said about her. Was she a brat at heart? The idea almost made her chuckle, and a small, wayward smile did escape her.
    The ancient grinned in response, before shocking her by actually giving her an answer.
    “You have a few recent wounds, and my blood will heal you. I’m surprised you don’t know that?”
    She’d had access to a computer, but her history had been monitored, so she hadn’t been free to research everything she would have liked to know; still, like anyone, she was on Facebook and there were plenty of groups where she’d read rumors.
    The healing property of vampire blood had been mentioned; but she took things she read online with a pinch of salt. Hell, some swore vampires could read minds, fly, predict the future – and a whole lot of stupid stuff they’d probably picked up from paranormal romance, rather than facts.
    “Then again, it’s not that unexpected,” he amended. “Drinking from a vampire will make your blood taste differently – probably not as refined. Temporarily, of course.”
    Fay had to stop herself from snorting; no wonder Vincent had never bothered to heal any of them, then.
    She dropped her lips on his gash and, as she was instructed, sucked. Her grimace was immediate; it tasted salty, rusty, and not that great. Like blood, in short.
    For some reason though, she felt moisture pool between her legs. It was all she could do to