Felix looked at me, his eyes wide and I nodded. Brent was dead.
Witches do not just die, but even after several witches had looked Brent over, they all concluded that, yes, he wasindeeddead. It also seemed to be of old age and not some kind of curse put upon him. From guessing, I placed him to be around ninety, which was normal for witches as they had the same lifespan as humans. Had he known he would die today? Was that why he was so resigned? So…detached?
Leading Felix back to our room, we went past a crying Giro and a consoling Peter. They had to talk things out and needed privacy to do so. I could only hope Giro would welcome Peter as his fated. Perhaps then Peter and I would once again have a real family. It really was not just the two of us anymore, and as weird as that sounded, it also felt right. Like all those centuries where we met and lost friends and lovers, there was finally a reason for it. Felix and Giro were that reason. We just had to wait for them to be born.
Felix seemed at a loss for words as I closed our bedroom door behind us. It had been one hell of a week, and I felt like I had somehow failed Felix. I should have protected him, but he had been hit by the crystal. I should have been the one in pain. Not him.
“I can’t believe Astrea is awake,” Felix said, his voice quiet and disbelieving as he sat on our bed, staring at nothing.
I sat down next to him and gently placed a hand on his thigh. “I was pleased to meet her. I have longed for a bigger family ever since Peter and I lost our own. It is nice to have a sister again.”
That broke Felix. He started crying softly, but before I could begin to fear I had somehow said something wrong, he jumped into my lap, hugging his arms around my neck and just let me comfort him. I sighed contentedly and stroked his back; glad he found safety in my arms. Even if I had failed to protect him from pain.
“Bite me,” he whispered. “Please, Sev.” Oh, that nickname. That plea. I wanted nothing else than to finally claim him as mine.
“Are you sure?” I asked, not knowing if I could stop once I had started. Neither of us knew if the potion was out of his system or not, so I had to guess he felt the pull towards me, like I did with him, and simply needed my touch. Like I wasstarving for his.
“I’ve never been more certain in my life. This week has been so full of surprises, both good and bad, but my biggest regret in life would be to die without truly being yours.”
I held him tighter, growling a bit as I demanded, “You will not die. I simply do not allow it.”
He laughed, it was soft, broken, andoh,so bloody real.
I leaned my head back and met his gaze. His green eyes were red rimmed and puffy, his cheeks reddened from crying, but still he was beautiful. Trailing my gaze down to his pink lips, I finally let myself close the distance. Leaning in, he closed his eyes, surrendering himself to me, to this bond between us. I met his warm lips with my cooler ones, sighing as they connected, his warmth was a comfort, a soothing caress.
He moaned into my mouth as soon as I opened up for him, fisting my hair as he started grinding on my lap. His hard dick met my own and I hissed from the mix of relief and burn from the fabric’s friction.
Hissing was a mistake.
My fangs had come out to play and Felix’s eager tongue met one of them, piercing a line through it, making him flinch. Before I couldretract, his blood flooded my senses. I groaned, then growled, holding him tighter against me. His blood…
Without breaking apart, I turned us so he was on the bed with me on top, sucking and licking his tongue like he was my favorite dessert, which now, he definitely was. There was no doubt now, the potion was out of his blood and I could no longer stop myself.
My instincts took over, turning the world the loveliest shade of red.
Chapter 21
Felix
I was,apparently, a pain slut.
As soon as Sev’s teeth had cut my tongue, a sort of pain and pleasure mix of all good feelings had washed over me. I felt almost floaty as I surrendered to my vampire’s mouth, his tongue, hisneedfor me.
Was it wrong that Iliked being his meal?
I’d meant what I’d said to Giro. I found blood licking, and biting, and basically all things vampire, very sexy.
Had I known Sev would kiss like there was no tomorrow? No. Had I dreamed of his lips on mine since the first day I saw him? Yes. Was I planning on stopping whatever was happening right now? Hard no.
Flying in the air, I ended on my back, Sev on top, his mouth never leaving mine as he changed our positions. I fucking lived for this. When the crystal had activated, leaving me in a pained state where all I could do was just exist and feel pain, I regretted never kissing Severin. It sounded like such a cliché, but the few men I’d been with had been quick fun meet ups. No desire beyond that of a quick release. I’d dreamed of meeting a guy that I wanted enough to just kiss, to want to kiss. Who in turn wanted to kiss me. It sounded so silly and childish in some ways, but I felt kissing was such an intimate thing, and after kissing several guys without it being all that special, I knew with Sev it would be different. So, fearing I would die without having this? That was the scary thought.
A loud growl tore my attention away from the best kiss of my life. Severin had pulled away, his eyes now open and red, so, so, red. His eyes were locked on my neck, like he was watching my vein pulse, waiting for something before he could pounce.
Steeling myself, I bared my throat to him, silently offering everything I was, to Sev. To my vampire. My fated.
A mix of a growl and whimper tore out of him, but I had no idea what his eyes showed before he bit into me.
I opened my mouth, and screamed.
