Chapter 14 #2
My gaze dropped back to her. She still hadn’t opened her eyes, but she was feeding like something feral, growing stronger with every second.
“Here.”
Rack moved fast. When I looked up, his sleeve was already pushed back, his arm extended without hesitation.
I blinked at him.
“What are you—”
“I’m here, and it's the freshest blood around. Not to mention, the magic in my veins will speed up the process naturally.”
For a second, I just stared at him. Once again, he played the righteous white knight, while I was the bastard, consumed by hunger, craving what didn’t belong to him.
I rolled my eyes before sinking my teeth into his arm. His body jerked, a sharp breath hissing through his teeth, but he held still. I let free a slow, satisfied smile against his skin.
That’s what you get for playing the hero.
His taste was different than I thought it would be. It was charged, layered with something sharper, something alive in a way human blood wasn’t. Magic.
I could feel the lightness of the air and the spiciness of the fire fighting along my tongue. His taste wasn't bad either—smoke and wild berry, kind of like fine wine. It burned down my throat in a way that steadied me, giving me something to push forward.
For a while, everything blurred together. Her pulling from me. Me pulling from him.
The steady exchange, the rhythm of it, continued until the room seemed to narrow down to nothing but the flow between us. Life moving, shifting, rebuilding.
Then a shift. Subtle but different. My eyes snapped open, and I ripped my fangs out of Rack. He stumbled back, swaying on his feet before he tumbled to the ground from blood loss.
Her grip had changed, becoming firmer and deliberate. I pulled back just as her eyes opened, bright and burning, something new staring back at me. Crimson eyes stared up at me, swarming with lust and desire as her tongue flicked along my skin.
Then her hand plunged inside my sweats and wrapped itself around my dick, pumping up and down as those hypnotic ruby irises stared up at me in recognition.
A low groan escaped me before I could stop it, filled with relief and something darker, as she surged upward with sudden strength, grabbing hold of me like she already knew exactly what she was doing. Putting me on my back as she climbed on top, she slammed her lips to mine.
My response was immediate. The deep monstrous hunger took over, and I wrapped my arms around her, pushing my hips up, rubbing myself against her center. Our tongues wrapped around each other, each of us trying to devour the other.
And just like that, she was no longer dying. She was something else entirely.
A sharp tear split through the air as my pants gave way, the sound loud in the room.
Her hands were already on me, fists clutching, fingers digging into my chest like she needed something solid to anchor herself.
I caught the hem of her shirt and dragged it up and over her head in one rough motion, the material twisting before it flew somewhere behind us.
It still wasn’t fast enough.
Frustration snapped through me, and I grabbed the front of her jeans, yanking them apart hard. The denim split straight down the seam, giving way under my hands as she kicked each leg free without hesitation.
The second she was free, she grabbed my cock, positioned herself above me, and slammed herself down on my cock. A hiss slipped between my lips. The impact knocked a sharp breath from my lungs, my head tipping back for a split-second before I looked up again.
Her eyes, bright, burning, wild, locked onto mine. There was no hesitation in them. No confusion. Just need and hunger.
She moved again, lifting and dropping with a force that made my jaw tighten, a low sound slipping out of me as I tried to keep pace with her rhythm.
Slamming down on me again, she made me bite my own lip, and blood ran free down my mouth. She surged forward, capturing my freshly bloodied lip between hers, sucking at the wound until her tongue went from frantic to languish.
“More,” she breathed, that first word breaking out of her like it had been trapped there too long. “More.”
My hands found her hips, gripping tight, grounding both of us as I pushed up to meet her. Her body reacted instantly, trembling, tightening around me in a way that made it harder to think, harder to do anything but follow her lead.
“Is that what you need?” I whispered against her skin as I fucked her tight, wet pussy. “This the kind of more you want?”
She didn’t answer with words.
Her head snapped back, a sound tearing out of her as her whole body arched, and then her fangs sank in. The bite came sudden and deep, pulling something sharp and electric through me that threw my hips off rhythm entirely.
Everything blurred after that.
I couldn’t get enough of her. Her scent, her blood, her body, her hunger. It consumed me, seeped into me, merging with everything I was. I could feel it happening between us, our hearts finding the same rhythm at last, beating together in perfect sync.
Then she broke away from my neck. Her body sagged forward, collapsing against me, a sound catching in her throat that wasn’t just need anymore. It was something rawer, strained.
“More,” she whispered again before a sob broke from her. Her eyes screwed up tight as she pleaded with me.
My hands stilled.
Panic snuck in, cutting through the haze. I didn’t know what she needed, what would fix this, what would steady her, but I knew this wasn’t enough.
Just as my hips began to slow down, my concern for her outweighing the animalistic need, I felt something thick and warm run along my cock and I jerked up.
“What the—” My head snapped up just as Rack moved in, his focus locked entirely on her. There was no hesitation in his movements, no second-guessing as his fingers moved deeper inside of her. Adjusting, grounding, steadying in a way I hadn’t managed yet.
Her reaction was immediate.
A breath left her, softer this time, almost relieved, as the tension in her body shifted. Her movements changed, becoming less frantic.
“More,” she murmured again, but it wasn’t the same anymore. There was direction in it now. Need, but with purpose.
Rack’s controlled, steady voice answered, guiding her through it.
“Relax. You’ll have all the more you want, my flame.”
Her whole body softened at his voice, and she began kissing along my chest as she purred like a fucking kitten. My hands adjusted, lifting her ass cheeks to give him a better view as I slowly pumped in and out of her alongside his fingers.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered, his fingers circling inside her, dragging them down along my cock. “You getting fucked is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”
His breath hitched, and dark eyes looked at me over her shoulder. I didn't realize it at the time, but that was my warning.
The removal of his hand had her making a small, high-pitched sound in protest until he slowly worked the head of his cock alongside mine, inch by agonizing inch.
Her eyes flew open, her mouth parting wider and wider until she was caught in a silent cry of pleasure as he sank fully into her.
It wasn’t until he began to move that both Via and I lost control, our breathing turning ragged as sensation overwhelmed us, intense, consuming, heightened by how tightly she held him, how completely she drew him in.
My hands slid up her sides and settled over her chest, thumbs brushing over her nipples just to feel the way her body reacted. They hardened instantly, her back arching in response, a soft sound slipping from her lips as her body gave more.
I watched her closely as I started to move again because every reaction mattered.
Every small shift, every breath, every sound. What made her flinch, what made her melt, what pulled something deeper out of her. I chased those responses, pushing her further while keeping her from slipping back into that frantic, unsteady edge.
It didn’t take long before Rack matched me without a word.
The two of us fell into it, timing aligning, movements syncing like we’d done this a hundred times before. The realization hit somewhere in the back of my mind, sharp and unwanted.
Of course we worked well together. We always had. That didn’t mean we were supposed to share.
Then why does this not seem so bad?
The thought scraped hard against something instinctual, something possessive inside of me, but I didn't have time for introspection. I wasn't about to break rhythm or let my thoughts stop me.
In fact, I wanted to do more, prove myself more.
The short, breathless moans in my ear brought me back to here, and I bit down on her neck, pulling at her vein, not wanting this to ever stop.
Rack and I pistoned in and out of her like our life depended on it, and Via’s whole body tightens like a bowstring being drawn. My fingers stretched around her ass, pushing two fingers in and holding her in place as we pounded into her.
The all-consuming cry erupted from Via, her pussy clamping down so hard on my dick I roared out. The second her cum covered my cock, my release followed, escaping out the sides as the pleasure drained right out of me.
Rack continued to pump his cock in and out, and his moan filled the room right after mine as his cum spilled out, spraying against both my cock and her pussy, making a complete mess out of all of us.
For a few seconds, everything blurred. Movement slowed as our breaths staggered, the only sound left in the room.
The tension that had been driving her finally eased, her body going softer, heavier in my hold as the sharp edge of it all faded.
She folded in on herself after that, settling against me, her breathing evening out little by little. Within moments, her weight shifted completely. No more tension, no more strain, she was asleep.
I stayed still for a second, letting it settle. Letting myself feel it.
Via was safe, alive, and completely satisfied, which meant the rest of her change would happen in her sleep.
Then I opened my eyes and met Rack’s.
The moment snapped. Reality pushed back in, heavy and immediate.
She wasn’t mine. Never was.
The faint echo of her pulse still lingered, and something deeper threaded through me now, a connection I couldn’t ignore no matter how much I might want to.
I moved carefully, easing her down onto the mattress then adjusting her so she rested comfortably. She curled into my pillow, taking a big sniff before falling back asleep. My heart tugged.
Pulling the comforter free so she wouldn’t be left in the aftermath of everything we’d done, I rolled it up and found another blanket. I was about to put on her when I saw Rack was already there, a warm cloth in his hand. Focused. Careful.
He didn’t rush. Didn’t fumble. Just moved with quiet precision, cleaning her up, making sure she was comfortable, safe, like it was the only thing that mattered.
I watched for a second longer than I should have, then I stepped back.
This was his. She was his. My part in this was done.
My grip briefly tightened around the blanket before I forced myself to let go. Without another word, I turned and left the room as fast as I could manage.
Only then did it finally hit. My heart had been torn in pieces for the second time in my life, and this time, I had no choice but to grin and bear it.