A fucking blood bag. You’ve got to be kidding me.
My throat squeezed and I curled my fingers around the bag. “Okay, did my coworkers put you up to this?”
“We don’t know what you’re talking about,” Thaddeus bit out.
“We don’t even know what you do,” Kai added.
“But we’d like to,” Blaise said with a charming smile.
“I’m a phlebotomist.” My eyes cut to Thaddeus. “Clearly, you handing me a fucking blood bag is a joke!”
“It’s not a joke.” Blaise pushed off the door and strolled toward me.
My body froze as he closed the distance, plucking the bag out of my hand and bringing it to his soft-looking lips before ripping it open with his fucking teeth. Hissharp-ass incisors. “Drink it, Poppy.”
My mouth fell open as my dumbfounded gaze shifted from all three of them. A giggle bubbled out of me, making my scorching throat hurt worse.
I stopped laughing and straightened my posture. “You’re fucking nutcases.”
“Abso-bloody-lootely we are,” Blaise mused.
Kai was on the bed a second ago and right in front of me the next.
No fucking way.
I took a step back with my arms up in defeat. “All right. I’m out. Thanks, but no thanks.”
I made my way toward the door, but Thaddeus let out an inhuman growl that stopped me in my tracks.
My head snapped toward him. “You did that last night too, didn’t you?”
“For the love of...”
In the time it took me to blink, Thaddeus had me pressed up against the bedroom wall. His forearm rested on my throat, and his other hand pushed my hip into the wall. Heat rippled from every point of contact and pooled between my legs.
An audible moan left me, and he leaned in almost like he was about to kiss me but inhaled deeply instead.
“Thaddeus, I smell her too, but keep control of yourself,” Blaise said in a strained voice.
“I don’t smell!” I cried out.
“We can smell how turned on you are, love.” Thaddeus moved his hand that was holding my hip and took the open blood bag from Blaise. “Now, drink this before I make you drink it.”
I clamped my mouth shut, even when the rich smell of blood took over my senses. My throat screamed in agony.
“Fine,” Thaddeus growled. “The hard way it is.” He moved his forearm, grabbing my jaw, pressing his thumb and index finger into my cheeks until my mouth was pried open.
He shoved the opened part of the bag in my mouth and squeezed.
I’m going to puke it all over his beautiful hair.
I pushed at his chest as the warm, thick metallic blood coated my tongue, sliding down my throat and soothing the burn. I glared daggers at him through hot tears before instincts I didn’t know I had took over.
I stopped pushing Thaddeus away and grabbed at his wrists as he fed me the blood, sucking in long, hard pulls.
I let out embarrassing moans of satisfaction I’d never made before.
Once the bag was empty, he let me go, and I crumbled to the floor, my back against the wall. “Did I just…”
