Chapter 6 #2
My spare hand shot forward, clamping around his muscular throat, and I squeezed—hard.
Blue bled into his red irises, his wolf’s animalistic glare calling to the viciousness that simmered inside me.
He stared harder, and my cock twitched as I thought about all the ways I could make my fledgling submit.
Shane was lost to his animal spirit, and its need for blood burned ferociously in that stare.
Pain and threats wouldn’t work; together, vampire and wolf would only fight me harder.
I needed Shane to push his wolf back, and the only way to do that was with pleasure.
His wolf would revel in the feel of Shane's lust and ecstasy. The wolf couldn’t physically experience it with me, and he knew it, so he’d back off and feel vicariously through Shane.
I just needed to feed him enough to incite his lust until fucking became his only thought.
With his air supply cut off, Shane bucked beneath me, and he became even wilder, even more desperate.
“Mine!” he snarled with the last of his air, his voice guttural as Sorcha turned and ran.
My heart flipped uncomfortably, and I didn’t like the sensations rolling around in my head and chest. She wasn’t his, she was mine, just as he was.
Yet the possibility that his wolf had chosen Sorcha as a mate?
That scenario hadn’t occurred to me. An uncomfortable sensation gripped my chest. I hadn’t felt jealous in so long, it rocked me to my core.
I snarled as I yanked him away from the wall.
I was his maker. He would feed only from me.
He’d carry my scent, and mine alone. Except, the thought of Sorcha’s scent mixed with ours only made me more desperate for them both.
Gods, I was losing my mind. I needed to retake control.
Yet, even as those thoughts formed, my vision darkened as I fought Shane’s attempts to free himself, fatigue dancing at the edges of my mind.
Another blow to my balls sent a jolt of pain into my abdomen, but at least it cleared the haze of exhaustion.
Clarity returned. Sorcha could actually help me get Shane back to full strength.
My ego wasn’t so fragile that I didn’t recognise when I needed help.
Keeping on top of his need for blood was draining my strength. Perhaps she could feed him…
I shook my head. Even though my ultimate goal was possibly more heinous than Nikolai’s had ever been, I wouldn’t do that to her.
She’d been used and abused her whole adult life, and for this whole shit show that destiny had thrown in my lap to work, I needed her trust. For now, she needed to believe I wasn’t anything like him.
Feeding Shane alone was imperative to my end goal, and I’d never yet failed in providing sustenance to a fledgling. I wouldn’t now.
Keeping my hand tight at his throat, I pushed a level of compulsion against Shane that I’d never had to use before. “Shane, look at me.” Sweat trickled down my temples.
Roaring with defiance, his wolfish gaze slid to mine.
“Leave us.” I pushed my magic into his mouth and nose. It was a technique I rarely used on anyone who wasn’t my enemy. Mainly because I didn’t need to. A snarl curled his lips, and he bared his teeth, still fighting my will.
“Leave us, or he won’t get blood, nor will you get to feel this.” I rubbed my hard cock against his, trying to concentrate through torturous bolts of lust. “It will drive Shane, and therefore you, insane. Leave us, and I will give you both what you need.”
His wolf’s electric blue eyes blazed with need and defiance.
It was a heady combination, and one I enjoyed far more than I probably should.
I tilted my head and waited, even as I ground my pelvis into his.
Shane’s nostrils flared, his shoulders rising and falling, his neck muscles working as he desperately tried to breathe.
I didn’t relent, just held that wolfish gaze and waited.
If his host passed out, there’d be no food or nourishment for either of them, and the wolf was an intelligent and cunning being.
He’d be weak, and this was one wolf who, just like his host, hated being less.
Shane was immortal now, which meant his wolf was.
Oxygen deprivation wouldn’t kill him, but it would render him unconscious.
Blood seeped through those blue irises, and his body smoothly returned to his usual size. Without hesitation, I used my speed to get us into my room, turning the door locks that I’d stupidly assumed I didn’t need to use earlier.
I lifted Shane by his neck and threw him unceremoniously on the mattress.
Before he’d landed, I’d bitten a gash in my wrist and pushed it against his dry lips.
“Drink.” I didn’t think too closely about why I’d not tied his hands out of the way, not even when he grabbed my forearm and latched onto me with such force my eyes watered.
Evidence of my own burgeoning lust pressed against the soft material of my sweats, and I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching down and grabbing his beautiful dick.
It jumped in my hand, and his eyes flew open, latching onto mine, his pupils enlarging until they almost consumed his ruby red irises.
Vampire eyes. Jesus, he was so damned breathtaking.
Nothing could change our destiny, or the hate he would hold for me, but it had been so long since lust had fired my blood like this that I had no intention of ignoring it.
I didn’t know where I wanted to look more, into those eyes, or at my hand gripping his pulsing, engorged flesh.
His eyes won out. I didn’t look away. I couldn’t, not as pleasure flooded his face, not as he swallowed more and more of my blood, not even when the warmth of his release shot over my fingers.
Shane groaned as I pulled back to go and get him a cloth to clean up, but that glare, the one that challenged me, resurfaced.
He unlatched his mouth but didn’t let go of my arm.
One hand remained clamped around my forearm, the other snaking down his body to clamp my grip against his still hard cock.
“More. Don’t stop.”
His wolf bled into his gaze again, his eyes bright before Shane took over and moved my hand under his.
His mouth moved back over the cut on my wrist that hadn’t healed.
It should have, even in that short time, but I pushed that minor concern away in favour of enjoying the fresh wave of desire that hit me.
“Fuck, Shane.” My body pulsed and throbbed at the sight and feel of us moving our hands together while he fed from me.
He was taking my strength for his own, and for once, I didn’t care.
I’d give him every bit if he needed it. I swallowed hard.
Those thoughts were dangerous, but I couldn’t stop them.
His soft lips released me as his whole body went rigid.
“Oh gods, Bal…” He groaned loudly as another release hit him.
The sight was too much for me, my balls tightening and my cock pulsing as my own release hit.
I cried out, surprised by my visceral reaction.
My chest heaved as aftershocks trembled through every fibre of my body.
I’d just come in my clothes like a teenage boy.
Hands fucking free. That never happened.
I glared down at the damp patch on my sweats, even as my cock pulsed and twitched.
I loosened my hold on his steel flesh, but, once again, he pleaded for me to keep going.
For the first time in nearly a thousand years, I actually felt a flutter of concern about what I was doing.
This reaction and desperation from us both was like nothing I’d ever experienced.
The room tilted slightly, heat flushing my skin.
Shit, I needed to get back in control. My reaction to Shane was insane.
Yet, even though ultimately, our future was already fucked, I didn’t want to deny him.
So I kept going. The passing of time only dimly registered, and still his demands raged.
My body shook, and I fought back the darkness in my vision.
This was dangerous, but I couldn’t make myself stop; the deepest, most primal part of me wouldn’t allow it.
He was mine, and I’d give him everything.
I swallowed against the aching dryness of my throat and told myself that wasn’t why I kept going.
No, it was the ancient promise to a dying witch, hundreds of years ago, that was my driving force, and it always would be.
The moon rose once again, its gentle glow washing over us.
Panting and dripping with sweat, Shane groaned his release and fell into an exhausted sleep.
Hissing, I collapsed to my knees by the bed, so weak I couldn’t keep upright, my mind fuzzy, and my body shaking.
I dropped my forehead to his hip and took a stuttery breath.
I’d rest here against his warm skin for a moment, then clean us up…
By the time I roused myself, night had gone, and daylight once again streaming through the curtains.
My joints were stiff, and my muscles ached like they hadn’t for years.
I glanced down at Shane, and without a second thought, leaned over, brushing a gentle kiss against his forehead. My withdrawal was swift.
Fuck, what the hell did I do that for?
I rubbed at the ache in my chest. My top lip curled back.
I could barely think, I was so tired. My gaze raked over Shane’s sweat-slicked skin.
The dried evidence of our release covered him, which wasn’t acceptable.
He deserved to be cared for. I’d clean him up, then feed and rest. I staggered to the bathroom and fell to my knees twice on the way back.
Still, I managed to wipe away the proof of our lust before covering his regenerated body with the soiled sheets.
Silence hung heavy as I stared down at his sculpted muscles, so it was easy to hear when there was a tiny splash.
I looked down, blinking slowly. Blood dripped from my forearm onto the muscle of Shane’s chest, my brain taking its sweet time to process what that meant.
Shit. I hadn’t fully healed. Now that I looked, there was a patch of dark, clotted blood on the floor, where I’d knelt next to Shane, and a trail of it across the floor to the bathroom and back.
I spied my phone on the chair. One step towards it, and my knees buckled.
My heart drummed a staccato rhythm, and it echoed in my throbbing head, those dual beats a tune I’d not acknowledged for years, but now too loud to dismiss.
My palms were slick, and beads of sweat rolled down my temples and cheeks.
Fear wasn’t an emotion I’d felt in so long that it took me a while to understand what the tight feeling in my chest was all about.
Fuck, I had to get to my phone. Even I could die from blood loss.
Not caring what I looked like, I crawled towards the marvel of modern technology that would save my life.
Dav would make sure I got blood… That was my last thought before I dropped on my belly on the floor and succumbed to the darkness.