Come for me, sweetheart.
She cried out, her body arching off the bed as her thighs clamped around his head. He placed one hand beneath her, holding her to his mouth as he continued to draw out her pleasure. Her hands frantically grabbed the white sheets as the sensations became too much.
He finally pulled away from her and crawled up her body, kissing and licking her breasts and neck as he made his way up. Placing her hands on his face, she pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.
She reached between them and wrapped her hand around him, guiding him towards her to ease the raging fire within her. He thrust his hips forward slightly, entering her slowly but not burying himself inside her like she wanted, like he wanted.
“Tell me what you want,” he said against her lips. “You’ve got to tell me, sweetheart.”
“I need you,” Adriana moaned, his choice of words making her feel even hotter. She could feel him stretching her, making her take him inch by inch. “I need you to fuck me, I need to feel you.”
Xander thrust inside her, setting a rough pace that instantly caused her eyes to roll back in ecstasy. He propped his weighton one elbow whilst his other hand explored her body, grabbing her breasts, her waist, her hip, before reaching under her and harshly gripping her backside.
Adriana dragged her nails down his back, scratching and drawing blood as her talons began to grow from her nails. Xander growled out at the pain and grabbed her harder, increasing his thrusts so that he was so deep inside her she was on the borderline between torture and pleasure.
Adriana watched as his fangs began to grow just as she felt that familiar ache in her gums. She twisted her head to the side, exposing her throat to him in encouragement, not a single thought of that terrible night in her mind. He bent down and kissed the scar that he had left there, licking the sweat from her skin before he slowly sunk his teeth into her neck.
She screamed out, the feeling of him inside her and simultaneously drinking from her sent her body spiralling. She could hear his loud, deep moans as he drank her blood, finally satisfying his starvation, his desire. He continued to drink from her until Adriana pushed him over onto his back and straddled him.
Xander threw his head back against the pillow as she circled her hips on top of him, his hands grabbing her waist as he let her use him. She leant down, her eyes black and ears pointed as she completely shifted into her Lamia form, and bit into his neck.
She was not gentle, not like Xander’s bite had been. She was too hungry for him, and that hunger had completely taken over her control of her emotions, of her bloodlust. Adriana was in a frenzy, and Xander was her willing victim.
She could taste his arousal as she continued to rock her hips back and forth on top of him, and she could taste the sweetness of the slight fear as he realised what was happening. His hands moved up to her face, but she pinned them down beside hishead. He couldn’t fight back even if he wanted to, she had him caught up in his desire for her and completely at her mercy.
Adriana,Xander spoke in her mind, his voice laced with pleasure and pain.Adriana, come back to me. My love, my Lux. Come back…
His voice trailed off as his eyes shut, his body losing consciousness. As soon as his connection to her mind snapped, so did her frenzy. She pushed herself off of him, throwing her body against the wall as she sunk to the floor, her hands shaking as she wiped his blood from her mouth.
She could have killed him, she realised. She could have drained every last drop and he would have let her.
Adriana stood and watched him on the bed, noticing the blood still pouring from his neck as he lay there. He’d heal, slowly, but she didn’t want to take any chances. She had to help him.
She hadn’t spotted a phone in the cottage and she didn't have hers either, so she threw on his joggers that were on the floor and grabbed one of his t-shirts before she ran outside, heading to Duran Manor. She pulled the t-shirt over her head as she ran, not looking where she was going, and collided with someone.
“Woah, you okay there?” she heard a deep voice ask, his Irish accent thick.
Adriana looked up at the man, a flicker of recognition sparking at the sight of him. He was tall, with brown eyes and dark red hair that seemed to glow under the heat of the sun. She couldn’t place where she had seen him, but she didn’t trust him, not one bit.
“Is everything okay, miss?”
She backed away from him, summoning fire to her hands to warn him away. He eyed the flames and laughed at her, stepping slowly towards her as his gaze wandered over her Nocte brands.
“An Incantrix and a Lamia? I take it you’re another strange descendent from Malefica. Oh, people will pay a lot of money to see you put on a show.”
She threw a ball of fire at him, aiming straight for his chest. And to her dismay, he caught it, the flames dancing in his palm instead of burning it. He held his hand up to his face as if he were inspecting her magic, the flames matching his red markings along his pale forearms that now peeked out of his shirt.
“You’re Norman Corley,” she stammered. “The Igni Lamia, the banished one.”
“Oh, I’m glad my reputation still stands! Now what’s a woman with my brother’s Nocte markings doing here, hmm? I was only here to see what he’d been up to, but it seems his self-righteousness has come to an end. I never thought he’d turn anyone.”
Adriana said nothing as he circled her. He threw up a wall of fire around her, causing her to stumble in shock and fall back. As she pushed herself to her feet, she looked up only to find Norman wasn’t there.
She spun around in confusion until she felt his hand over her mouth as something sharp stabbed her neck. He had injected her with something and it was acting fast, her eyes drooping almost instantly and her body sagging in his hold. The last thing she saw was his face smiling over her before she blacked out.
Chapter twenty-five
The Blood Witch
