Please don't kill him.
Lucian, you fucking idiot!
"Oh, come on, Honey Pot! You're breaking my heart here. I thought we had a real connection, you know? A bond forged in the heat of the moment, sealed with a little love bite on that delectable neck of yours…" He clutches his chest dramatically. "The way you let me taste your sweet, sweet nectar—was like a religious experience. I saw the face of God, and she was wearing your skin."
Lucian throws his head back, lost in the memory. "Oh, and let's not forget about the passion of that kiss we shared." he closes his eyes as if remembering it. "Ah, the memories. They'll keep me warm on those cold, lonely nights. But don't worry, sweet cheeks. I won't tell Tall, Dark, and Growly over there about our little tryst. It'll be our secret." he winks.
Oh…fuck.
I conveniently forgot to mention the whole lip-locking extravaganza, and now the secret's out like a cat with a jetpack. Lucian might as well start planning his funeral because he's about to become vampire confetti.
Rhyland lunges across the room in a blur of motion, his muscles coiled and ready to strike. Before Lucian can even blink, Rhyland slams into him with the force of a freight train, sending them both crashing onto a nearby table. The sound of splintering wood and shattering glass fills the air as the table disintegrates beneath their combined weight.
I cringe, my heart leaping into my throat as I scramble to my feet. Darting to the other side of the room, I desperately attempt to distance myself from the chaos.
The situation is spiraling out of control, and I can feel Rhyland's rage coursing through our bond like molten lava, searing and all-consuming. It's a warpath, pureand simple, and in this moment, I don't think he gives a damn about the fact that Lucian is his brother or the memories they share. All that matters is the red haze of fury that's taken over his mind.
"Rhyland, stop! Both of you, knock it the fuck off!" I scream, my voice raw and desperate, but it's like trying to reason with a hurricane. They're too far gone, lost in the primal dance of violence and rage.
They clash like titans, trading blows with a speed and ferocity that's almost inhuman. Ever the agile, Lucian weaves and dodges around Rhyland's massive fists, his movements a blur of motion. It's a twisted déjà vu, a sickening reminder of their sparring session at WhisperVale, only this time, there's no holding back, no restraint.
The fight drags on, seconds stretching into eternities as they lay waste to everything around them. Furniture is reduced to kindling, shards of glass and debris littering the floor like the aftermath of a war zone. The building itself seems to groan and shudder under the onslaught, walls cracking and supports straining.
And then, it happens. A sickening snap echoes through the room like a shattered bone, and my blood runs cold.
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Iwatch in horror as Rhyland crumples to the floor, his body twisted unnaturally. My heart stops, my blood turning to ice as Lucian's gaze locks onto me, a feral hunger burning in his eyes. Blood drips from his lips, a testament to the vicious blows Rhyland managed to land, but it's the sheer, unadulterated bloodlust in his expression that sends shivers down my spine.
How he managed to one-up Rhyland in their little tussle is beyond me. Must've been a lucky shot or some cosmic fluke.
"Oh, you can see it, can't you, Honey Pot?" his voice a twisted mix of snark and primal need. "The hunger, the craving, the all-consuming desire for that sweet, crimson Kool-Aid pumping through your veins."
Rhyland's unscheduled nap on the floor has me up shit creek, staring into Lucian's eyes right now, with that feral grin spreading across his face; I've got one thought loud and clear:
I'm totally fucked.
He stalks towards me. His movements are fluid and predatory, his eyes never leaving the blood that still glistens on my neck. "I've been fighting it, trying to keep the beast caged, but your blood... and this little thing between us," he points his finger at me then himself, "I felt your desires, your sweet, sweet need for release…"
His tongue darts out, licking the blood from his lips in a slow, sensual motion. "Watching him drink from you, the scent of your essence thick in the air... it's like mainlining pure, undiluted ecstasy. A hit that goes straight to the primal core of my being like a fucking junkie."
I back away slowly, my heart pounding so hard I swear it's going to burst out of my chest. Fear and adrenaline course through my veins, a sickening cocktail that makes my head spin faster than a merry-go-round.
"Lucian, don't…" I whisper, my voice trembling with fear and desperate hope. "I will kick your ass if I have to." I throw on my best bravado.
He takes another step closer, his eyes burning with a raw and all-consuming hunger. "It's taking every ounce of willpower I have not to pin you against the wall and drink my fill of you. Consequences can suck my undead dick. To lose myself in the taste of you again—until I can't even remember my own fucking name, let alone how to spell it."
My hands ignite in flames, fear being their usual spark like a damn flamethrower. I don't trust Lucian as far as I can throw him right now; the man is lost in some bloodthirsty haze, and I'm the all-you-can-eat buffet.
"Lucian..." I warn, "I don't want to hurt you."
Please, God—or whoever's listening up there—don't let this turn into a shit show.I send a silent prayer into the universe, hoping someone's got my back.
He smirks, eyeing the flames dancing in my palms like they are nothing more than cute little birthday candles. "Those are adorable," he drawls, "but they won't stop me, Honey Pot."
I don't even register him moving before he's on me in a heartbeat, his teeth sinking into my neck, feeding deeply. I open my mouth to scream, but Lucian slaps a hand over it, silencing me. I press my burning hands against his chest and push with everything I've got, my fingers scorching his shirt. He barely flinches, intent on draining me dry.
