“Technically. You want to get technical?”
Typically, I’d be worried that I was going to lash out and want to attack her, but earlier… in the cage… she did something to me.
Sure, I wanted to taste her. And my goddess, when I did… she was a dream. Her blood is orgasmic. When I lunged after her, my fingers wrapped around her throat and I saw the lights going out in her eyes. I didn’t want to hurt her, but the monster inside was trying to overpower me, overpower us.
For fear of killing her, I tossed her to the ground like a rag doll and watched her lay there lifeless. I was so mad at myself for giving into temptation, for not being strong enough to stop myself. Her body started glowing, and then she opened her eyes. She nearly floated to a standing position and looked at me, her eyes a brilliant, glowing blue. It was absolutely mesmerizing. Like she was transforming before my eyes.
She landed with a soft thud on the floor and a small ball formed in her hands. She pushed it out towards me and all I could do was watch it as it sailed through the air and hit me in the chest.
It burned.
It burned like a white-hot flame, sent straight from the sun.
The pain knocked me on my ass and sent me skittering backwards into Jax’s transition cage.
She had a slight snicker on her face, and when she spoke, this voice that was deeper than hers came out, warning me. Warning all of us.
A moment later, Everlee collapsed on the floor and when she opened her eyes again, she was back and exhausted. She glanced at me in the cage and was completely confused. I realized she didn’t remember what happened.
She saw the large red spot on my chest just before I collapsed. The light ball seemed to have lingering effects, which is good to know for the future. By the time I was born, it was after the Great Fall, so I know nothing about the true fae. Hence, why I picked up a book in Callum’s extensive library this evening.
“Well?” she presses, looking at me.
While I still want to suck her blood, the monster inside of me knows our place where Everlee is concerned. She’s strong even if she doesn’t know it. I can trust that even though the true fae within her lies dormant unless needed, it will come out to protect her. I don’t need to be scared for both of us anymore.
“I’m sorry.” I was just trying to do something nice for her, give her the release she needs and nudge Jax into taking what he wants. I see it on his face even now, even as she’s mounted on me. He wants her, but he won’t let himself.
“You’re sorry. Fucking with people’s dreams…”
“I was just trying to give you what you wanted.”
“I don’t want the dream of sex. I don’t want the dream of a cock filling me. I want the actual goddam thing pressing inside of me. Stretching me.”
Spitfire.
She slowly rocks on me, teasing me. “Isn’t that what you would want? To feel a hot, tight pussy hugging your cock? Sliding up and down until you come so fucking hard you see stars?” She rips the sheet off the bed and her eyes nearly bulge out of her head as she looks at my now hard cock laying on my stomach with the glints of metal pierced through it. There’s a ring at the tip and several barbells pierced on the underside of my shaft.
It shocks most people when they first see it, because of my everyday dress. I had a bit of a wild side when I first turned and did some really wild shit. This being one of them, but I kept it because the men and women I’ve used them on seem to really like it. It’s been a while, but she looks irresistible mounted on top of me, breasts out and a pussy so wet I can feel it through the thin fabric of her panties. And to smell her… it’s like she’s in heat right now.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, and I don’t know if it’s a request or an exultation.
A smile pulls at my lips. This woman. I’m obsessed. It hasn’t been very long, but something about her. I think because I know now, she can and will hurt me without reservation. It’s like the monster inside of me knows that and is not pushing with her anymore. “Not what you expected?”
A switch in me flips, and I want her so fucking bad. I wanted her before, so many fucking times, but now… she’s on my lap and we’re both in need. The monster inside of me growls out, wanting too. Not to feed. No, he got his fill earlier.
When she found me in the cage and hurt, the guilt on her face was immediate. She wanted to help me, so she offered me her arm through the cage. She thought it would protect her that way, but it didn’t.
Not completely.
She went on about how she can help me keep my humanity while I feed. She doesn’t understand what it’s like when I taste blood and want it. It’s all-consuming.
The light ball injury on my chest wasn’t healing. It felt like it was still there, slowly cutting away at the tissue, muscle, and bone within. Imbedding itself deeper and deeper.
I still refused until she stupidly found a piece of jagged metal on the cage and sliced her wrist across it. I’d like to think if I wasn’t dying, I could have held out longer, but within seconds, like a moth to a flame, I was across the cage with her wrist cradled to my mouth.
When her blood touched my tongue, my entire world lit up like the fourth of July. It was the first time in nearly seventy years I fed on someone and her blood was like all of my favorite foods I’d been missing.
After a few minutes, I knew I needed to stop, but I couldn’t. Not couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I was terrified this feeling would go away, and I’d never experience it again.
