Only this time, it didn’t appear to be from a command but from his body overriding his consciousness and causing him to faint.
My brow furrowed as I evaluated how best to rotate him onto his back.
Aligning my forearm to his spine, I wrapped my palm around his nape and used my opposite hand on his hip to carefully shift his body. It took a minute, as I had to maneuver my arm out of the way for his back to touch the floor, but I managed to keep his neck protected throughout the movements.
I checked his pulse next and found it waning.
His breathing was shallow as well.
Given the sunken quality of his cheeks, the dewy perspiration glistening on his limbs, and the ashen color of his skin, I suspected he’d lost too much blood recently.
I checked his neck for signs of a recent feeding. There was a notable scar, but it wasn’t fresh.
I checked his torso.
Then his arms.
And as I moved his palm away from his groin, I noted the reddish color of his palms. It matched the color of his pants, but not because the dye had leaked into his hand.
No.
Someone had bitten him there and left him to bleed out.
I swallowed the bile in my throat and unfastened his pants, then began to draw down his zip—
“What the fuck are you doing?”
25
Jace
Damien’s summaryof events had surprised me, mostly because he’d found the source of the weapon Lilith had used on Ryder recently. He’d also discovered a series of logs left for someone Lilith had referred to as herliege.
I’d walked out here with a question on my lips, wondering if Lilith had ever mentioned a king or liege before.
Only to find Calina unzipping another male’s pants in my living room.
Which had effectively destroyed every other question in my mind, leaving me with the single inquiry of “What the fuck are you doing?”
She didn’t immediately reply, her hands continuing to move, the sound of unzipping an irritation to my ears.
Then the female had the audacity to begin tugging down his pants.
“Calina.” It came out on a growl as the scent of fresh blood taunted my nostrils.
Her subtle intake of air didn’t seem to be in response to me but to whatever she’d just revealed.
My shocked fury slowly abated beneath a cloud of understanding underlined in confusion. I’d just reacted… irrationally.
Why?
Because I’d thought she was going to play with a human in my living room?
I loved sharing. I also loved watching. Yet the notion that she’d been on her knees, ready to service another male, had momentarily distracted me from the very obvious scene before me—the human had passed out due to blood loss.
And she’d just found the wound causing his current state.
With a shake of my head, I joined her and cursed at the sight of his severely wounded cock. Someone had bitten him several times, likely while he was aroused, and had then fed from his femoral artery to the point of near death.
