I don’t care.
“Oakley!” I call out to him in desperation. “Oklahoma!” I fall against the wall, staring up at the high ceilings of his home. “Oklahoma!” I shout as loud as I can, my voice raw and hoarse from the force.
I peer down the hall. The only sound is my own ragged gasps of breath. The storm brings its newfound rage, thunder vibrating the floors, and rain slamming against the sides of the house from the howling wind.
In the dark’s quiet, nothing can be seen except two blazing crimson-colored orbs at the end of the hall.
A terrifying growl makes my body react, and a moan slips free. My nails dig into the wall for support, the scarlet eyes moving as my vampire tilts his head, snarling like a wild beast.
He’s finally awake.
And I’m inneed.
“Oakley!”
“Oklahoma!”
Her voice pulls me from a place where my soul finds peace. There’s an edge to her tone, a rough misery calling me home to the present.
“Oklahoma!”
My eyes snap open, encompassing my bedroom in hues of red. My nostrils flare when the rich and savory aroma of iron invades me.
Blood.
I turn my head and sniff, dragging myself across the bed to the mug sitting on the nightstand, a drop of blood flowing down the side.
“Nariko,” I snarl in pleasure.
Clutching the cup by the handle, I chug the nectar she gifted me from her veins, binding Nariko’s DNA to me. With every swallow, I become stronger. This is more than a few drops of blood in soup or tea.
I’m messy. The blood overflows my mouth, dripping down the sides. I can’t imagine what I look like.
Sneering when there’s no more left, I lick the inside, then scoop the rest out with my finger, sweeping it along the sides so I don’t miss a drop.
I’m greedy for every ounce she is willing to give me.
I suck my digit into my mouth, moaning at how good she fucking tastes. My cock jerks in my sweatpants, and now that I’m properly fed, fire blazes in my veins.
The mating heat.
This amount of blood is enough to fuel me as I claim her. Enough to heal me. Enough to mend my mind and to allow me to focus on the one person who is about to become the other half of my soul.
“Oklahoma!” Nariko calls for me again, her voice closer than it was in the dream, and pulls me from bed.
The air is still, yet holds another tempting scent. I sniff again, taking a step forward into the darkness. My cock is long and hard, curling past my belly button. Precome slicks the hair across my stomach. Wrapping a hand around my shaft, I stroke the thick length to give myself relief. I’m fucking aching with a deep throbbing burn.
The lights are off. Her needy whimpers have me step forward again, then again. Her heat is making a mess from how intense it smells, bringing rain and flowers with a hint of sugar into my home. I can’t wait to taste her. She’ll be so refreshing, like ice-cold lemonade on a hot summer day.
And I can hardly wait. The growls emanating from me are nonstop. I can’t control them when she smells like pure fucking desire.
Unable to wait a second longer, I’m in front of her before she can open her mouth again to call out for me.
She’s in so much pain. Her body is shaking. Sweat is dripping down her chest in rivulets. Dark blue circles appear under her eyes from exhaustion, and her breathing is labored.
“You’re here,” she whines, her hand clutching her stomach.
Her agony waves through me, slicing against my bones. I move too fast for her to protest, pinning her against the wall by her wrists, cracks spreading along the surface from the force used.
