He moans into my neck, the vibration shooting down my spine like an electric current."Sweet merciful chimichangas, you taste like heaven dipped in sunshine and a tall glass of lemonade— I can smell your arousal—I can't freaking stop,"he groans, his voice bouncing around my brain like a pinball on a sugar high.
I can't move, trapped like a fly in a spider's web under the onslaught of his bite, his venom turning my limbs to jelly. His teeth sink deeper, and he pulls harder at my blood, drinking me down like I'm the finest vintage. My hands fall to my sides, useless and limp, as he continues to hold me to him, his body molded to mine.
I can feel him getting hard, his dick pressing against my stomach as he grinds into me, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that makes me want to scream. This is wrong, so wrong, but my body doesn't seem to care, responding to his touch like a flower turning towards the sun.
I try to gather my thoughts, to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through me, but it's like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands.
I can't seem to make myself move or find the strength to push him away—I'm frozen in place, caught between the horror of what's happening and the undeniable pleasure of his bite. I'm pretty sure this is what going mad feels like, and I'm not a fan.
Then my vision darkens, like the lights going out at the end of a terrible play. My body grows weaker with each pull on my neck, and I'm entirely limp in his arms now. He holds me up, cradling my head with one hand and wrapping his strong arm around my back, trapping me against him.
He's taking too much.
"Lucian..." I whisper, or at least I think I do. My voice is barely a breath as my body is being drained dry. "S-stop." That's all I can manage, and it's about as effective as yelling at a hurricane to calm down.
He doesn't stop. If anything, his grip tightens, and he sucks harder, like he's trying to draw every last drop of me into him. His moaning grows more intense, vibrating against my skin, and I know he's completely lost to the bloodlust. He doesn't recognize me, doesn't realize why my blood is driving him crazy, and now my fear is kicking into overdrive. My brain is screaming at me to fight, to run—to do anything to get away, but my body isn't listening. It's like I'm a puppet, and the strings have been cut.
"Luc-ian…p-please," I try one last time, but my eyes flutter shut, and I feel the darkness taking over. I'm teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, my heartbeat slowing in my ears like a dying drumbeat. My body's failing me, and all I can do is pray that something snaps him out of this before it's too late.
I fall into the black oblivion, my eyes shutting as I can only pray for a miracle. I don't know how long I drift in that abyss, but the next sensation piercing the darkness is the taste of sweet and bitter copper on my tongue. Slowly, I open my eyes to find Lucian staring down at me, worry and fear etched in his big brown eyes. His wrist is pressed against my mouth, and the realization hits me like a freight train.
"I'm sorry," he whispers with regret in his eyes.
Oh, no... no... no.Not again. As his blood drips down my throat, I can feel my strength slowly returning, the darkness receding with each swallow. But my body still isn't listening to anything my brain is trying to tell it.
Lucian's eyes soften with relief. He rips his wrist away from my mouth. Before I can muster the energy to say anything, his lips crash into mine, kissing me with wild abandon.
It's a kiss that demands everything and offers no room for argument.
It's overwhelming, the blend of our blood still fresh on his lips, the residual power of his venom coursing through my veins, making everything feel heightened, moreintense. His hands are everywhere, cradling my head, gripping my waist, pulling me closer as if he's afraid I'll disappear if he lets go.
His tongue, soft, spongy, and warm, slowly flicks against mine, and I can't help but respond, thrusting back with need—the venom still a massive factor in my body's betrayal. Each stroke of his tongue against mine sends shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that makes it impossible not to kiss him back, matching his rhythm with increasing fervor.
His actions become urgent as if he can hear my thoughts, and his fierce possessiveness borders on feral. And yet, beneath it all, there's a gentleness, a softness that speaks of something deeper, something more.
Just then, he jerkingly rears back like a puppet on a string, his neck twisting to the side with a sickening crack that churns my stomach. He slumps to the floor, and I follow, my legs and limbs useless.
My blood trickles down my neck in a sticky stream, a dreadful reminder of what just happened.
"Danica!" a voice I'd know anywhere screeches from the other side of the room. "Jesus fuck, I'm so sorry."
Emily rushes over, helping me off the floor with Sable on my other side. They practically carry me to the couch, where I slump down like a ragdoll. Sable dashes to the kitchen and returns quickly, pressing a wet dish towel to my neck.
I crane my neck around Emily to get a look at Lucian's lifeless body sprawled on the floor. "Is he... dead?" I croak.
I know I shouldn't be worried about that asshat right now, but I can't help it. I don't want him dead, even if he did try to drain me.
"Hell no. Just taking a nice long timeout," Emily snaps. "Shit, girl. I'm so fucking sorry he did that to you. I didn't think it would actually work."
Sable chimes in, her voice a mixture of 'no shit' and awe. "It worked, Emily."
I look back and forth between them, my confusion and annoyance growing by the second. "Whatworked? What the hell are you two talking about?"
Emily gives me a look that's a cross between sheepish and 'please don't kill me.' "We sort of... summoned you here. With a spell."
I blink. Once. Twice. Three times. "You didwhatnow?"
"Wesummoned you," Sable explains, her voice gentle like talking to a spooked horse. "We were trying to find a way to get you back—we had no idea where you went, so we found this spell—"
