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I watch as she searches for her mark. As she breathes him in, I am reminded of a dog circling on a bed. She passes the same spots once, twice, three times. She is finding it difficult to pick. Nostrils flaring, her eyes snap open as she settles on the right place. I am not surprised in the least when she locks eyes on his neck.
Necks are juicy, and the blood flows nicely.
I watch as she poises her mouth against this man’s skin. How I long to rip him from her and string him up as a warning to others that Wren is mine. Forcing myself to accept that she is feeding and this is just sustenance, I bury the impulse to kill this man. Her beautiful fangs penetrate him, a small amount of blood dribbling from the punctures, escaping before her lips can close the seal against his flesh.
Her eyes roll back into her head as she drinks deeply. I can feel the joy he brings her. I take the man’s hand and raise his wrist to my lips, sinking my fangs in, allowing the tiniest trickle to flow into my mouth. I don’t need to feed from him, but I will monitor his pulse for my lovely mate.
A moan escapes her mouth as she pulls deeper still. The man’s eyes flutter with pleasure. He is tall and houses enough blood for her to fill herself nicely. This makes me glad, if only so I don’t have to watch this happen again tonight.
After a few minutes, I feel his pulse slow, and his heart skips a beat. I pull his wrist from my mouth and watch to see if she realizes the time has come. “Wren,” I say softly, touching her shoulder when she doesn’t stop.
Slapping it away, shegrowlsat me.
I force my thoughts into her head. She will hear my words, whether her blood lust wants her to or not.
Wren, that’s enough.
She ignores me, clasping her arms more tightly around her human. Ice fills me as I realize this man is in danger.
I can see Charlee and Rolando against the far wall, alert, ready to help if needed.
He’s finished, his pulse is slowing, he’s dying.
A moan escapes her lips, and she grips him tighter still. I have to put some depth behind my words.
STOP!
I shout in her mind this time.
Her fangs release the man, who crumples to the floor as her eyes flare to mine in anger. I kneel over the man, listening to his heart. He has been drained far too much, but he will live. I use my blood to seal his wounds. Before I can leave him, I need to have him drink some of my blood. He won’t turn if he doesn’t die, and this will help him replenish himself, plus ease any suspicion about the events of the evening.
Biting my wrist, I allow my blood to pour into his mouth. He drinks gleefully. I doubt this is the first time someone drank too deeply from him. He craves my blood like he’s had it before. It certainly hasn’t been my blood he consumed. I pull my wrist from his lips when he’s had enough. Turning to see my beautiful lover, I can only see the predator within her. Shuddering, I take in how she still stares at the man with hunger.
So ferocious is my bride.
Prying the man’s eyelids open, I force him to look me in the eye. It is no easy feat, as he still suffers from the effects of blood loss. I pull his humanity into me and take control of it. “You drank something that you think was laced with drugs. You will spend tomorrow in bed, sleeping it off. You will not remember me or my companion.” I allow his soul’s focus to retreat into the safety of his mind.
I rise from Wren’s would-be victim and face her again. Apprehension flies through me.
Her glare has moved from the man to me.
Companion?
The question comes across my mind and is filled with her ire. Oh, she doesn’t like that particular term of endearment at all.
“You may call me your little bird, your dear, your love, your mate…” each term is drenched with acid as she tries to intimidate me. I am brave enough to admit it’s working. “But you willneverreduce me to a companion again.” Unsure how strong the clutches of the other Wren are, I nod, an easy thing to give. I probe into her mind and sense it is still her raw form driving right now.
That human is lucky to be alive.
My compliance seems satisfactory as she pushes me into the wall, pressing herself into me, her hands roving over my body. Indeed, I am somewhat frightened by the love of my life, but that does nothing to deter my arousal of having her body so near mine. The feeling of my cock swelling with want and need feels good as she explores me, grinding her body against mine.
Here?
Now?
One thing is certain when Wren’s other self is in control, she usually gets what she wants. I’ve already deprived her of a death, and I don’t think I’ll get so lucky with another refusal. I am still surprised that she listened and stopped. Something I am grateful for because Wren would probably refuse to eat from a human again for a month, at least, if she had killed him.
As you wish. I let my words gently embrace her this time.
