“Don’t ever do that to me again,” I murmured, and he released a breathy sound that almost sounded like a laugh. I released him and turned back to the house.
27
Serina
Icouldn’tsitstill;I had been pacing the living room and kitchen since they left about an hour ago. Why didn’t I go with them?
Surely, they wouldn’t let Bastian kill someone, would they?
But he was starving. Would I want him to kill someone if it meant that he was okay? Fuck, my mind was twisted. Oh, how far I had fallen.
Another part of me wanted to give him myself when he was here, let him drink from me, but I didn’t since they were all so adamant that I needed to go back in the house. Thorne wasn’t starving when I let him feed from me; could Bastian control himself?
I believed he could. He was the most controlled out of the three of them it seemed. A smile curved my lips.
The door opened, and I twisted toward it as the three of them walked in. Bastian had blood on the corners of his mouth and a stain on his shirt. I looked him over, but he answered the question that was on my lips before I ever said it.
“No, it’s not human,” he said, and my shoulders sagged a little in relief.
One of his arms held his side as if it was causing him pain as he walked toward me, and I hugged him; he grunted from how hard I squeezed him.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, but he didn’t release me.
“I’ll be fine,” he breathed, and I let out a light chuckle against his chest. He smelled of blood and grime, but I didn’t care.
“I didn’t think I could hurt a Vampire from a hug.”
“I had animal blood; it doesn’t heal me as well as human, but I wouldn’t risk feeding on anyone with how hungry I was.”
“What did you eat?” My brows furrowed.
“There were some farms near here, so I drained a cow before we all headed back home.” He glanced around on a long sigh as if being back home just dawned on him.
I pulled him back into a hug, and Nox and Thorne moved past us, the former to the living room, and the latter toward the kitchen.
“We’ll let you two catch up,” Nox said as he plopped down on the couch while Thorne pulled out a pan from the cabinet.
“I’ll make you some dinner,” Thorne chimed, eyeing me over his shoulder, and it was as if my body registered it hadn’t eaten all day the moment he said it.
I gave him a small smile of appreciation before following Bastian up the stairs to his room. Well, my room?
I walked in while he waited by the door. Bastian looked at me hesitantly, before I nodded for him to come in. I went straight to the master bathroom and started up the large, double-headed shower.
“I’m sure you want a shower after being stuck there,” I said as I went to leave to give him some privacy.
But he grabbed my hand, silently asking me to stay.
He began unbuttoning his shirt, and I helped him get it off of his arms, noticing how bad his side looked. The skin was black and purple there; he definitely had a few broken ribs.
My fingers moved against his skin gently until I reached the button of his pants and helped get them down his legs as he stepped out of them. His cock hardened at seeing me almost on my knees in front of him, but I did my best not to look as I rose back up.
The man had been tortured for the last week. The least I could do was let him shower. I shouldn’t be thinking about jumping his bones right now.
He got in and stood under the hot streams of water with a loud relieved sigh as I leaned against the wall and admired him through the large, frosted glass door. He ran his fingers through his dirty blond hair, and the water flowing down his naked body was tinged brownish pink from the mix of animal blood and his own torment.
I bit my lower lip at the hard, muscled angles of his body. Gods, all of these men were fucking perfect.
“Care to join me, little monster?” he whispered, and my eyes jerked up to his, finding them watching me through the glass now since I had gotten distracted by his perfect ass.
