Byron immediately grasped the base of her cock and eased the tip inside Amelia. She then allowed Amelia to control how quickly she lowered herself onto it. They both moaned when it was finally deep inside her.

“You are so beautiful.” Byron pushed her face into Amelia’s chest and began to suck on one of her breasts while her hand squeezed the other.

They started to rock together, “I feel so full. It’s really deep.”

Byron moved back against the couch and put her hands on Amelia’s hips, while she braced herself against Byron’s shoulders.

“So good,” Amelia said.

She closed her eyes and started to rise and fall on Byron’s cock faster and faster. Her mind was clearing, and all she could think about was the intense pleasure that was building up inside her.

Again, the voices in her head got louder and more clear. It really did work. Byron’s love was her connection to her ancestors.

Byron grasped her buttocks and pressed even deeper. “Jesus, I love you.”

Amelia was so close, so close to bliss, and Byron did something she loved, that made her almost fall over the edge—she slapped her buttock, once, twice, three times.

“Oh yes,” Amelia said. “Again, I’m nearly there.”

Byron smacked her twice more. “I’m going to come inside you.”

Then all she could feel was the intense white heat of pleasure, and then the sensation of Byron’s teeth in her neck. Just as Amelia was coming down from her orgasm, Byron was going over the edge. She thrust fast, gripped her buttocks tightly, and moaned as she fed.

This set off a second orgasm in Amelia, much deeper and more overwhelming this time. She pumped her hips erratically on Byron’s cock until they both fell backward onto the back of the couch.

“Jesus Christ, that was good. I’ll help you commune with your ancestors anytime.”

Amelia’s mind was clear. There were no garbled voices or words competing with each other. It was silent, but Amelia felt in her bones that the ancestors were waiting to help her whenever she needed it.

Amelia smiled when she looked at Byron and saw her blood around her lips. She wiped some off onto her finger and offered it into Byron’s mouth.

Byron sucked it off and smiled. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you, vampire.”

Chapter Seventeen

Drasas startled as Victorija burst into the throne room. The Principe was breathing hard and looked desperate to feed. She grabbed the nearest female vampire and started to feed on her. This was the first time Victorija had kept something from her. It hurt, but at the same time made Drasas realize she was right to take action.

Victorija had been weakened.