“Joy,” Soren huffs.
“What happens if he doesn’t feed?” I ask.
“He rapidly loses strength. He will end up basically in a coma of sorts.”
“Why did it feel like I got stabbed in the fucking head?” I ask.
“Because one of Henry’s goons fucking shot me,” Soren says. “The fucker was waiting on me.”
“So he thinks you’re dead?” I ask.
“I guess. The asshole had me thrown into the goddamn river.”
“So who was the hit for?” Diego asks.
“George Holland,” Micah says.
“He was a client of Henry’s,” I say. “He’s paid for me several times.”
“Are you fucking…” Soren starts but stops and closes his eyes to take a deep breath.
“I should have verified,” Micah says. “I’m sorry, Soren.”
“It’s fine,” he sighs. “I’m too tired to care.”
“You need to eat,” I say.
“No shit, bitch,” he snaps but sighs. “Can someone just fucking drive me home?”
“He gets hangry,” Vaughn tells me, and I laugh.
“Is that funny to you?” Soren snaps at me.
“It’s pitiful at this point,” I remark. “Go sit in the fucking truck, Soren.”
“Whatever,” he mutters and walks to the SUV. Soaking wet still, he sits in the back. I climb in and straddle him, and Soren growls. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Feeding the man child,” I snap. “Bite me. Literally. Feed so you’ll shut the fuck up.”
“Fucking bitch,” he grumbles, but gently pulls me to his chest. He nuzzles into my neck and inhales deeply, and I relax in his arms. When he sinks his fangs into the side of my neck, I moan. Nothing about it is painful, but he groans as he wraps his arms around me and drinks from my body. He fumbles for a moment before lifting me, and I gasp when he pulls my panties to the side and fills me with his cock. So fucking glad I wore a skirt today.
“F-Fuck,” I moan and rock my hips. The world around us dulls, and I get lost in a trance as I continue to rock my hips.
I fucking hate him, but I don’t hate this. I don’t hate us. God help me, I might be falling for a vampire.
Chapter Twelve
Talia
One Week Later
Since Henry had Sorenshot, things have been suspiciously calm. They’ve gone about their normal lives, going to work, fulfilling contracts, and coming home. I mostly just sit around, but I also read and clean. I am bored out of my fucking mind most of the time, but it’s better than how things used to be.
Soren and I don’t scream and fight anymore, which I guess is good. At night, I sit on his cock and slowly ride him as he feeds from me. It’s the only time—outside of him aggressivelycuddling me in his sleep—that we allow ourselves to set it all aside and do what needs to be done. I’ve accepted that until the bond is broken, we are stuck. He will lose his goddamn mind or get himself shot again if he doesn’t feed, and I’ll turn into more of a raging bitch. This way, we are calm. He is alert. No one is screaming. I can live with this.
What I can’t live with is how goddamn annoying Shelby is. Although Soren hasn’t fucked her, I can always tell when she’s near him. It doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing; I just know.
I can feel the burning pain in my body every fucking time she touches him, and I’m going to lose my goddamn mind if she doesn’t keep her fucking hands to herself. I’m starting to learn the difference between her touching him and him touching her, and it’s always her. If he isn’t reciprocating touch, does she not fucking understand? Why isn’t he telling her to stop?
