everyone else out of my mind. I don’t know how long I lay there before I realized that my attempts at rest were futile. It must’ve been quite a while, though. I could feel my thirst gaining ground and clouding my mind. My thoughts rocked between physical need and the reliving of the surreal events of the last few hours, days, and weeks.
In many ways, my entire life seemed surreal. Well most of it anyway. Some parts felt much more unbelievable than others. Unfortunately, it seemed that the painful parts were the ones I remembered most clearly, the ones that felt most real.
Each time I would try to push away the most bothersome memories in favor of the more pleasant ones, they would claw their way back to the surface of my mind and drag me back down into what felt like the depths of despair. There, they would swirl angrily with my ever-increasing thirst, each feeding on the other, growing more and more dominant of my thoughts.
Finally, tired of fighting, tired of thinking, tired of being awake, I turned on my side and I let the pain pour out of me in great heaves of agony. Tears streamed from my eyes, wetting the pillow beneath my cheek. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep, relieved to feel the comfort of oblivion carrying me away.
Almost as soon as I drifted off, something woke me. I wasn’t sure at first if it was a noise or the delicious scent of sandalwood and human blood. The smell was so intense, I knew the source had to be close.
The strength of the heavenly scent in the air coupled with my unpreparedness for it made my thirst increase exponentially. My throat burned like I’d swallowed acid. My chest ached with want of the sweet blood. My limbs stung with icy heat.
The last thing I was aware of was the prickling of my elongated canines against my lips. They were already prepared to penetrate flesh in order to satisfy my incredible yearning. My focus was singular. My need was violent.
When the doorknob to the bedroom twisted, it echoed in the silence, drowning out the drum-like thumping of my heart. I watched breathlessly as the wood panel moved toward me, opening just a crack to reveal Cade’s handsome face on the other side.
Then, as if by merely thinking it, I was standing in front of him, taking him into my arms and burying my teeth in the deliciously-scented skin of his neck. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it registered that not only did he not resist, but he wrapped his muscular arms around me and held me close as I pulled long gulps of his thick, warm blood into my mouth and let it pour down my fiery throat.
Almost immediately, I felt it singing in my veins and saturating my tissues, warming them, revitalizing them. The gift of his blood was bringing me back to life.
But then, all too soon, Cade was torn from my grasp and I found myself eye to eye with Bo.
“Get him out of here,” he called sharply to someone over his shoulder. I didn’t see who. I couldn’t take my eyes from him, from his thunderous expression.
He looked angry. But he also looked worried and tired and hungry and delicious all at the same time. Without taking his eyes from mine, Bo reached behind him and slammed the door shut. I saw the change in him as his pupils widened. The deep, rich brown of his irises didn’t fade because his thirst had been satisfied. No, it was hunger that I saw. Hunger for me. Hunger for my soul, for my love, for my body.
Desire rippled through me at the look on his face. I almost forgot that I still needed blood, that I still ached for something other than Bo himself.
I could see intent in his eyes as he watched me. He wanted to take me, to satisfy the passionate hunger we’d felt for what seemed like an eternity already. He was as tired of fighting it as I was.
Rather than tearing my clothes off and whisking me away on a wave of sensual satisfaction, Bo tore open his wrist and held it to my lips. Without
In many ways, my entire life seemed surreal. Well most of it anyway. Some parts felt much more unbelievable than others. Unfortunately, it seemed that the painful parts were the ones I remembered most clearly, the ones that felt most real.
Each time I would try to push away the most bothersome memories in favor of the more pleasant ones, they would claw their way back to the surface of my mind and drag me back down into what felt like the depths of despair. There, they would swirl angrily with my ever-increasing thirst, each feeding on the other, growing more and more dominant of my thoughts.
Finally, tired of fighting, tired of thinking, tired of being awake, I turned on my side and I let the pain pour out of me in great heaves of agony. Tears streamed from my eyes, wetting the pillow beneath my cheek. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep, relieved to feel the comfort of oblivion carrying me away.
Almost as soon as I drifted off, something woke me. I wasn’t sure at first if it was a noise or the delicious scent of sandalwood and human blood. The smell was so intense, I knew the source had to be close.
The strength of the heavenly scent in the air coupled with my unpreparedness for it made my thirst increase exponentially. My throat burned like I’d swallowed acid. My chest ached with want of the sweet blood. My limbs stung with icy heat.
The last thing I was aware of was the prickling of my elongated canines against my lips. They were already prepared to penetrate flesh in order to satisfy my incredible yearning. My focus was singular. My need was violent.
When the doorknob to the bedroom twisted, it echoed in the silence, drowning out the drum-like thumping of my heart. I watched breathlessly as the wood panel moved toward me, opening just a crack to reveal Cade’s handsome face on the other side.
Then, as if by merely thinking it, I was standing in front of him, taking him into my arms and burying my teeth in the deliciously-scented skin of his neck. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it registered that not only did he not resist, but he wrapped his muscular arms around me and held me close as I pulled long gulps of his thick, warm blood into my mouth and let it pour down my fiery throat.
Almost immediately, I felt it singing in my veins and saturating my tissues, warming them, revitalizing them. The gift of his blood was bringing me back to life.
But then, all too soon, Cade was torn from my grasp and I found myself eye to eye with Bo.
“Get him out of here,” he called sharply to someone over his shoulder. I didn’t see who. I couldn’t take my eyes from him, from his thunderous expression.
He looked angry. But he also looked worried and tired and hungry and delicious all at the same time. Without taking his eyes from mine, Bo reached behind him and slammed the door shut. I saw the change in him as his pupils widened. The deep, rich brown of his irises didn’t fade because his thirst had been satisfied. No, it was hunger that I saw. Hunger for me. Hunger for my soul, for my love, for my body.
Desire rippled through me at the look on his face. I almost forgot that I still needed blood, that I still ached for something other than Bo himself.
I could see intent in his eyes as he watched me. He wanted to take me, to satisfy the passionate hunger we’d felt for what seemed like an eternity already. He was as tired of fighting it as I was.
Rather than tearing my clothes off and whisking me away on a wave of sensual satisfaction, Bo tore open his wrist and held it to my lips. Without
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