Page 135 of Scorned
Luka yanked my face toward him and pressed his warm lips against mine. The kiss was passionate, sweet, and gentle, stroking my soul with each move our lips made.
Wanting to consume every piece of him he would give me, I slid my tongue into his mouth as I fantasized about spending eternity lying naked next to him, running my fingers along his lean muscles, completely worshiping his body.
Someone cleared their throat, causing Luka to pull his mouth away, and I instantly missed the feel of his closeness.
“Are you okay, my love?”
I was more than okay. I was in a state of bliss most people could only dream of. “I can feel it. Feel the bond. It’s like a spark flickering inside me.” I laid my palm against his heart. “I can feel you. Feel you alive.”
He let go of my hair, moving the hand to my cheek before gently running his thumb over my lips. “Our hearts beat as one now.”
He grinned and despite the blood covering his face, I couldn’t help but smile back. His joyful look faded, a puzzled one replacing it.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, and Luka shook his head.
His heart sped up and I was astonished I could hear it.
“I’m not your origin, Princess.”
“No, you’re not. I am,” Peach said, causing my attention to go to her. “She fed from me before she went to rescue you. My powerful blood is the only reason she is alive and she needs to feed.”
Luka lowered me to the ground and turned me toward her, and I shook my head. “I don’t understand. I just drank his blood.”
“You have to do what’s called a sire feed from your origin to seal the sentinel bond or you’ll die.”
I wrinkled my nose at him. “But you said when we’re bonded, other people’s blood tastes bad.”
“Mine’ll taste similar to Luka’s, but it’ll have an earthy background,” Peach said before placing a hand on the back of my head and pulling my face into her throat. “You only need to take a few draws, and after that, you’ll never have to feed from anyone else.”
Wanting this to be over with as soon as possible, I opened my mouth, sank my fangs into her, and took forceful sucks.
Once I swallowed a few times, I felt a new connection in my soul. My love for Peach grew tremendously. I was a part of her and she was a part of me.
She was a protector. A provider. A parent.
She was my origin.
“That’s enough,” she whispered, pulling me away.
My breaths came out ragged, my mind attempting to catch up on what had happened in a short amount of time.
Erik cleared his throat. “I hate to break up this beautiful moment, but we’re surrounded by dead bodies.”
Memories of tonight’s events flooded through me. I looked around, my eyes bouncing across each dead person. I counted more than a dozen lifeless bodies.
A wave of sadness washed over me when I saw the two wolven, their wolf-like features frozen in death. Three hybrids laid dead, their twisted forms a chilling sight. Finneas was hardly recognizable, his body mangled and torn apart. Among the remaining corpses were the unsuspecting Venom members, all of whom my uncle betrayed.
When I realized none of them were my mom, I took a deep breath of relief that caught in my throat. None of them were my uncle, either, and the white Cadillac was gone.
“Where is my mom? Where’s Ben?”
“I’m right here, sweetie.” My mother stepped out from behind Erik and I closed the distance between us in a second, yanking her into me.
Her rapid heartbeat thundered in my ears, causing me to pull back, my gaze wandering her face in concern. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, her eyes sparkling with concern. “As good as I can be, considering the evening. Are you a . . ?”
She couldn’t finish her sentence and I wasn’t sure I could either.
