CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ailsa
I WHIRLED AROUND, about to ask him a million questions, starting with, “What the fuck were those things?”
Only to find him passed out on the settee. Completely unmoving. His powerful form was lightly lit from the little bit of moonlight that filtered in from the outside. It was an image at odds with the worn seating and dated decor.
“Ha, very funny,” I drawled. Though, I couldn’t help but notice how still he was. Stiller than even he tended to be. And his eyes were shut.
“Yo,” I kicked at his boots. “Get up.”
No response.
Shit.
“Wake up you dipshit!” I yelled, slapping his face.
Nothing.
My attention snagged on the rips in his t-shirt and the blood weeping from them.
Fuck.
He’d saved us, protected me.
I lifted his shirt to see his chest covered in blood. Claw marks covered his chest and blood poured from them. Too fast, even for a vampire.
Oh no, no, no.
This wasn’t good. I quickly pressed a cushion from the settee against the wounds, hoping to stop the bleeding so his body could catch up and seal them enough to heal. I put my ear to his chest, desperately searching for a heartbeat, but there was nothing. Just eerie silence.
If he was human, he’d have been a goner.
Blood.
He needed blood, but there was no one around. Even the animals had scattered with the arrival of the beasts. Not that I had much faith in my ability to hunt anyway. I paced the small space, my boots tracking dirt in my wake as I tried to think of what to do.
There was only one thing for it.
I used a nail to tear open a slit in my wrist and pushed it against his weirdly soft lips. He didn’t move. Didn’t respond. And the cut on my wrist was already closing again.
Fuck.
“You don’t get to die like this,” I snarled at him as I reopened the wound and tried again. And again it closed.
I groaned in frustration.
It might not have been my best move, but I was running out of ideas. I straddled him and this time used my nails to cut into the jugular vein in my neck. My fingers fisted his hair as I positioned his mouth to my skin, letting out a silent prayer that it would work this time.
“Come on,” I whispered.
Then.
He violently bit into me. The world stilled around me, and all that remained was him and me, and the goosebumps that erupted all over my skin at the way his canines plunged into my supple flesh. I moaned at his ruthless nature as he began swallowing down gulp after gulp of my blood.
The pain ebbed away as fast as it had appeared and I melted against his frame. I felt his body come back to life beneath me and Davien groaned against my neck, the sound far too sexual. A rush of pleasure tore through me, lighting every nerve on fire.
Then I felt the absolute weapon between his legs.
Oh.
Oh.
I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I decided against fighting it, instead opting to lean into the feeling.
I much preferred this version of him to be honest and I kind of didn’t hate how good his body felt beneath me.
The hard ridges of his huge body rocked against me as his grip on the back of my neck kept me against his lips.
His cock—quite clearly well sized, even though it was restrained by his clothes—rutted against me, and I couldn’t help but circle my hips in response.
His free hand appeared on my hips, his fingers splayed in a possessive grip as he pushed me against him harder.
And harder. I was sure his grip would have bruised had I still been human.
His feeding left me feeling lightheaded, but I buzzed with a strange energy that was all need and lust. I was so fucking wet.
The friction of his hard on against my core was all too delicious, and pleasure quickly started to build as I lost myself to the feel of it, so busy chasing my own high that I hadn’t noticed he had stopped feeding.