“I am not your private blood source. I willnotgive you my blood. Who I share with is my business alone.”
He roared.
His teeth ripped from his gums and spiked down into my throat—but there was nothing pleasurable about his bite.
Because it wasn’t a bite.
I screamed.
Savion tore at my throat like a savage, ripping skin and muscle from bone. Chewing on what had been the side of my neck, tearing into it like an untamed beast, spitting out the mouthfuls of sinew and vein—it felt like he was trying to take my head from my body.
Slamming my fists into him, anywhere I could easily swing, I made absolutely no progress against him.
I could feel the wet of my blood draining down the front of my shirt, down onto my pants.
Gods and savior, I was going to die.
“Stupid girl,” he snarled. “I would have made you a goddess.”
But I already was—in the arms of my three men. I didn’t need him to make me one.
His teeth tore at his own wrist, ripping the skin and splashing his blood across my face. I was still screaming, though breathing was hard now, and the sound was airy and non-threatening.
Shoving the torn wrist between my lips, Savion laughed and laughed. His chin was covered in blood and gore from my throat. “Not only will I kill you, not only will I drain you dry, but I will also make you take my blood.”
I tried to shake my head.
He pushed his wrist into me, harder. “Swallow, bitch.”
His skin was in the way of me pulling my lips together to keep him out.
I didn’t want his blood. I didn’t need it.
Trying to shake him off, I realized how much damage he’d done to my throat.
He used his other hand and pinched my nose.
“Swallow, bitch.”
I swallowed.
It was involuntary, the only way my brain thought it could get air into my lungs. The warm blood slipped down my poor, beaten throat and slipped into my stomach.
His tongue licked out and claimed some of the gore from my throat. He closed his lips and let it slide down his throat, licking his lips.
A spike of pain coursed through my entire body. I couldn’t even tell where it started or where it went. It just was.
It felt as if it ripped my very skin from me, slicing me into a thousand pieces. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move. My eyes were fixed on Savion’s face.
His gaze was locked on mine.
We have the same eyes.
“No…” His meek word was laced with horror.
Someone’s arm landed on Savion’s shoulder and yanked him back.
I fell to the ground.
