“We do have some inside the main building, Sir, but it’s not going to be enough for the hybrids and full bloods both.”
“Will it be enough for the full bloods only?”
“Just barely, Sir.”
“Fine. Get the humans into the medical center, and pass out the blood to the full bloods. I’ll speak to our people.”
Hale holds onto me while heading to the gathering of scared people showing relief for having survived the surprise attack. Slowly the lights start to shine on us, but Hale is too preoccupied with his people’s safety to notice the gory sight he’s clinging to. All eyes find him as he starts addressing them very softly, controlled, and genuinely despaired.
“I’m about to ask you to do something I know you aren’t really going to be too thrilled about, but it’s necessary. We have a limited amount of blood to go around, and the full bloods need it worse than the hybrids due to their inability to feed any other way. If you are unaffected, then please share your blood with an injured hybrid in need. If you can wait until backup arrives, then do so. I’ll be sending people around to take volunteers, and we’ll be assessing the damages as well. Thank you in advance for answering the request I’ve made.”
He turns his attention back to me, the lights inside finally revealing the truth about my severely tattered state, and a gasp erupts from his throat. His face distorts in terror, and then he pulls back his hand to see the tremendous amount of blood I’ve lost against him.
“Fuck, Araya. You fucking lied to me. You’re barely in one damn piece,” he blares.
I feel my body collapsing when there’s no reason to act strong any longer. He catches me and scoops me up to pull me against his chest before rushing his pace inside the building.
“I’ll be fine,” I cough out, but a gushing flow of blood escapes from my lips to prove otherwise.
“No the fuck you won’t. You need blood,” he growls, and then he turns to a guy rushing by.
“Is there any blood left at all?” he asks.
“No, Sir. They full bloods have already consumed it, Sir,” the man answers, and Hale’s lips tighten while returning to his fervent pace.
“Where are we going?” I strain out.
“My room,” he says softly, and his lips lightly kiss my forehead as we cross the threshold.
He gently places me on the bed, and then he pulls his shirt off quickly.
“No,” I grumble, and then I cough again as the fluid fills up in my lungs.
It’s becoming all the more unbearable now, and what he’s offering is too fucking tempting for me to fight for long.
“You have to, Araya. You’ll fucking die if you don’t,” he asserts with stern force.
“No. I’m engaged to Brazen, and he’ll leave me if I do this,” I whimper, and tears start pouring from my eyes as he raises me up to pull me against his glorious, shirtless body.
“I don’t give a fuck about your boyfriend. I love you, and I’m not going to let you die because he’ll get pissed. If he loves you, he’ll get the fuck over it,” he growls, and he strums his thumb across my lips to try to provoke my blood bringers from their hiding spot.
“No,” I whimper again. “It’s going to make all this worse,” I cry.
“I swear it won’t. Brazen won’t even fucking know about it. I won’t ever speak of it after you leave this room, but baby, you’ll die if you don’t do this. I’m sorry, but I’m not letting that happen,” he coos, and I can’t take the pain any longer.
My lips press against his chest to kiss the spot I’m about to bleed, and he breathes in deeply when he feels my submission. My teeth lightly scrape over my spot as I hesitate about this really being my only option, but the blood falling freely from my body reminds me how dire this truly is.
I take a deep breath before doing something I never thought I would do again. My teeth bear down to break through the delicious flesh on his magnificent body. He gasps as he feels the burning attacking his blood as the drug fills us both, and then the warmth of his perfection flows into my mouth. I don’t taste the blood; I taste him - his desire, his passion, his lust for me… all of it.
My wounds start closing almost instantly, and then his lips inhale mine when the passion erupts like an erotic bomb being set free inside of us. My nails grip into his back as the pounding of my insides travels lower to my center, and then I feel my rear sliding across the counter of the bar when he swishes me over to there.
His lips scour my neck in search of more, and then I feel his teeth sinking in once he reaches his favorite spot. I gasp as the shock of the long missed feeling drives an arousing stake through my lower body, and then the fire inflames my veins as it travels through them. The pain feels so fucking good as he takes my blood in his mouth.
The erotic venom spreads more, and the high is surreal as his body tries to break into mine. My lips find his, and I feel the crazy, wild, and maddening sensations being stimulated more than I remembered they could be. I gasp as he slides my dress up, and his lips find mine again as his pants drop to the floor. He pulls me to his body more forcefully, and then he throws me against the cracking tile beside the fire place. He thrusts into me once with more force and passion than I’ve felt in three years.
The abruptness is countered with the familiar wonder of his body connecting with mine, and his teeth tug at my lower lip as he thrusts in even deeper. The pace quickens, and his brutal rhythm is almost punishing as he plows into me without mercy. His pants echo against my ear as our bodies bash against each other like two intoxicated storms colliding.
Oh I’ve missed this so fucking much.
