Can I watch the man I love die by the poison in my veins? Can I watch him shrivel up into a seductive sleep and feel the life leave his body under my breath?
I cry harder, but I nod to grant my permission. He’d rather die by my poisonous blood than by the hands of the mercenaries sent. It may destroy me, but I can do this for him. He would do it for me.
“I love you,” I cry out, and his eyes water up fiercely.
“I love… you, Araya,” he chokes, his own blood trying to drown him, and then I feel the shooting pain of his teeth pressing into my breast.
I cry when the erotic tingles begin to burst, but I know they’ll subside the moment his heart stops beating and his blood becomes dead blood. I close my eyes while keeping my hand stroking his hair as he continues pulling my toxic blood into his mouth.
I think back to all the amazing times we’ve had together as the erotic venom burns through my veins. It hurts to deny it to the point where I physically start trembling and crying from the overwhelming pain. I have to though, and I endure the excruciating torture I know will soon be over.
I can’t watch. I can grant him his dying wish, but I can’t watch.
He continues to take my blood, and the throbbing intensifies. My eyes hurt from how hard I’ve tightened them, and I bite my bottom lip so hard it breaks the skin without my blood bringers.
The unbearable torment is shockingly growing stronger instead of weaker, and then I feel his lips on mine as he jerks my body to be beneath his. My eyes jar open to see what the hell is going on, and I shriek when I see all of his wounds closed up and his body completely healed.
“What the fuck?” I gush out.
His lips ravage mine, as he jerks my pants off, and then I feel his erection pressing against me as he pulls my shirt over my head.
“Don’t ask questions right now. Just be mine,” his smooth, unfazed voice says without a wheeze.
I hear his pants dropping just before the cold steel table beneath me bows from his powerful force as he surges into me. I moan out before closing my lips over his again, and then he pounds into me harder. The table rattles until it crashes to the ground, but he doesn’t lose stride as we thud against the tile floor. I roll on top, and I sit straight up as his hands slide up my chest to grip my throat.
I moan louder as the incredible sensations erupt without mercy, and then I fall forward to sink my teeth into his lusciously flowing blood that has been regenerated by his rapidly beating heart. The power of the erotic adrenaline pumps as does he.
He moans as my venom enters his veins with even more force, and then he jerks the back of my neck to bring me back to his lips while fucking me from underneath. I try to meet his erratic motions, but the bucking force is almost too powerful. I feel my climax building, and his teeth scrape against my skin without fear as he grabs my ass.
I rise back up, and then he pulls one hand around to grab my throat again while forcing me downward against his surreal thrusts. His grunts fuel my moans to be even louder, and my gasping disbelief for all of this becomes a backseat thought instead of a front seat concern. I’m worried reality has been interrupted with this delusion of mind-blowing sex in my deranged state from having denied a blood fuck for too long.
Suddenly the metal beats against the floor as everything vibrates around us. I scream out my ecstasy, and he thrusts into me again before I feel his warmth inside me. He jerks me to his body, and I collapse willingly into his embrace.
“Okay,” I pant out. “Now what the fuck?”
He laughs, and then his lips close over mine again, his smile growing more and more.
“I don’t know. I’ve watched full bloods die after bleeding the vein of a hybrid. I’ve seen them just go to sleep peacefully, and then I’ve felt their life leave their bodies. I don’t have a damn clue why I healed instead of taking my last breath.”
I cry new tears for new reasons, and he wipes them from my eyes while kissing me again. The tattered remnants of his shirt lie on the ground, and his pants are barely still intact. His body is pristine though. There’s not a mark on him, and I don’t want to move out of his strong arms.
Please don’t be a hysterical dream.
“Well, I think Hale and Clay are going to be surprised,” he chuckles out.
“I think everyone will be,” I mumble.
“We need to tell them we found blood in here. If Clay hears, he’ll have to divulge it to the rest of the United per the law. I’m worried what will happen if this gets out. I’ll die before I let someone touch you, and I don’t feel like killing everyone wanting to experiment on you.”
“I hadn’t thought about that,” I grumble.
“You’re my girl. I think about everything that could affect you. Now let’s go cuddle in the backseat while we enjoy the closeness we never thought we’d have again.”
He takes my hand in his, and I turn to face him while walking backwards as he pulls me to his body. His lips smile as they tangle in mine, and then I feel the door opening against my back as a signal to turn and face the men I know will be speechless.
Brazen’s hand tightens around mine, and I see Hale leaning over the hood of the SUV Angelica and Grayson were driving - his convertible is missing. He’s holding two vials of olophine as if he’s ready for me to lose it. Clay’s eyes glance up casually, and then they gape wide when he sees Brazen’s bare, sexy upper body exposing the healed flesh. Hale turns to see what has rendered Clay dumbfounded, and he drops the vials of medicine to the ground the moment he sees Brazen. The glass shatters, and the medicine is soaked up by the dry sands instantly.
Clay’s mouth finally releases breathy words as he stammers around for the right phrasing.
