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I roll to my back and let out a sigh. He leans over a bit so that his head is in my view. Dark hair falls over his forehead. His crimson eyes remind me so much of Violet’s, but his are kinder, deeper. I’ve learned this in our time together and I’ve grown really fucking attached somehow. Our eyes lock for a silent few minutes and when he doesn’t falter the least bit, I have to pull my eyes away and look at his tattooed neck instead. I study his scar again.
“Why don’t you talk?”
It’s something I’ve been wanting to ask for a while now. I think it’s probably a touchy subject, because why wouldn’t it be.
He just shrugs a shoulder and frowns.
“Were you born without a voice?” He shakes his head slowly, never breaking his gaze. My cold heart thumps at his admittance. “Does it have something to do with your scar?” He doesn’t answer, but I can see the sorrow in his soul. Shit—I shouldn’t have asked. Subject change.
“You don’t deserve this, you know, being my blood bag.”
His brows crease, telling me he disagrees, I think.
“No one deserves to be my guardandblood bag. It’s degrading for you. I think you should go enjoy the festival tonight. There’s got to be a girl out there you’ve been crushing on.” I raise a brow in hope for him.
He lets out a quick breath with a tight smirk and shakes his head easily.
“Really? I mean, you’re quiet, sure—but you’ve got a handsome face, Rune.” His jaw flexes and his eyes explore down my body in return.
Oh—I like that.
I try to think of something that will get him to leave. He really should go enjoy the festival. Gods know he would have a little fun if he did.
“If you stay… I’m going to feed on you.” When his eyes flick back to mine they’re nothing but sure. He gives me a curt nod.
What the hell—I was kidding!
“Rune, I—” He presses his hand over my lips roughly, silencing me. I quirk a brow at him but he keeps his palm over my mouth for a few moments longer before leaning back against the pillows, pulling his sweater over his head.
Oh fuck, oh fuck.
I tighten my lips with the view. His body is perfect. His muscles are taut and each dip in his abs has my tongue swirling hungrily in my mouth. Dark tattoos cover his entire torso and my eyes linger at his pant line. He tosses his sweater past me, and as the fabric flies by my head I catch the scent of him. His actual scent—not just the thick metallic blood.
Roses.
He smells like the crimson flowers drowned in a pool of blood. I instinctively bring my arm up to my nose to lessen his aroma.
He’s fucking intoxicating and there’s no way I can control myself. I want to bury my teeth deep into his neck and feed on him for eternity.
He keeps his red eyes on mine and taps his neck, leaving his hand on his throat as if he’s taunting me.
I shake my head, swallowing hard. “No, Rune. I’m not going to drink your blood. I’m not going to do what Violet wants. We both know she’s only doing this to hurt me, and you… youdon’twant this.”
He grunts at me with furrowed brows and taps his artery once more. I scowl at him and stand at the edge of bed. The bastard won’t tell me what to do.
As I’m stepping away, he grips my arm and pulls me back to him. My eyes widen and my cry gets stuck somewhere in my throat as he lifts me by my waist like I’m weightless and places me easily on his lap so I’m straddling him. Heat curls in my center.
“Rune, I won’t—”
He cups the back of my neck and holds my head so my lips press against his skin. His other arm wraps gently behind my lower back, holding me securely. Roses assault my senses and I choke on the urge to bury my fucking teeth into him. Why am I so drawn to his essence? His blood calls to me unlike anything else in Tomorrow.
I won’t do it. Not to Rune.
Memories of Kastian and Arulius flood me. Wren too. My males that so willingly let me have their blood.
I try pushing away, but he’s too strong. My wings are trapped beneath his arm and my struggling does nothing against this brute. After a few long minutes of fighting, I tire and slump in his arms, exhausted.
“Fuck you, Rune.” I clench my teeth. His artery is so close to my lips, I can already taste everything that he has to offer and I’m salivating like a wild animal.
