“What if this doesn’t even help either, what if the risk is for nothing. What if nothing will?”
Nothing will.
Those words had an unsavory memory slamming into me, and forcing itself to the forefront.
“You cast me aside. Repeatedly. Even that last time we spent together. Then when I got here, you made a show of putting your hands all over your lovers in front of me and demonstrating just how open for business you are.”
“I did that last part because you didn’t even acknowledge me when you got here!”
“You… are you a child?”
“I’m a year older than you. But… yeah… you know I’m not perfect.”
“Well, I guess that absolves you of everything then, doesn’t it?”
“That’s not what I’m saying or—argh!”
“Yes. Please go right on ahead, Z. Fly into a rage. That will most definitely help this discussion along.”
“I’m not flying into a rage. But while we’re on that track, your sarcasm isn’t exactly gonna help either.”
“Nothing will.”
I blinked backto see him inching closer.
I’d failed him before. I’d failed him so many times until I’d finally gotten a clue recently.
I wouldn’t let him down again.
“There’s no such thing as‘nothing will’.I’ll never accept that.”
His eyes shone and I saw him register my deeper meaning.
Then with a spark of my magic, I sliced open the right side of my neck, drawing a deep enough wound for him to work with.
“Drink, sweetest thing.” I pulled a Vax and winked at him. “I told you, didn’t I? I’m here now. I’m fucking here with you now.”
He wiped his eyes. Roughly, like he was pissed that he was in this state.
Of course he was. He felt like he had to be perfect, present himself like a fucking infallible being. Not possible. For anyone or anything.
I tilted my head, giving him better access.
And then he grasped my shoulder and leaned in.
His frost breath whispered over my skin, making the open wound tingle.
His tongue darted out, licking the blood I could feel dripping down to my shoulder, and an involuntary gasp escaped me.
His mouth was on me in the next moment.
He began the draw, slow and easy like usual.
I dug my fingers into the couch cushion as pain and pleasure collided in one fuck of a head-spinning crash.
No. Hold it together. It’s just about the blood.Lifeblood as he called it.
Moans and groans started spilling from him, and I could feel the vibration of it rolling through me.
