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Leaning over, he clutched Jayden’s jaw, forcing it open while tilting the feeder’s head back. The blood had to run down his throat. Hopefully, his reflexes would kick in, forcing him to swallow.
Jayden’s chest wound didn’t look encouraging. But Octavius wasn’t paying attention to that. It would heal, if Jayden consumed enough blood. Octavius gripped his jaw in his left hand, flexed the fingers of his right hand, and pressed his wrist to Jayden’s open mouth. He might choke and drown, but he was dead regardless. They were out of options.
Saint loomed in Octavius’s peripheral vision, hard to ignore. If this failed, Octavius would have to try to flee again, then call the Brotherhood before Saint did too much damage. He risked his own capture, but he’d do it, because it was the right thing.
Come on, Jayden.
Jay’s heartbeat flickered, dying like a candle flame spluttering out.
Octavius closed his eyes and pushed his will into the dying man’s mind.“Drink.”
Blood dribbled from the corners of his open mouth.
“Drink, damn you.”
Jayden’s chest heaved. His throat moved, swallowing.
“Again,”Octavius demanded, forcing the demand into him, leaving him no choice.
He swallowed again. Then again. His lips sealed onto Octavius’s wrist and his tongue swept. A sudden, blinding rush of desire tore through Octavius. He winced around it and tried to push it back, but his body knew exactly what he wanted, and it happened to be the man lying prone beneath him, sucking on his veins. Jayden’s eyes fluttered open, then his hand came up and caught Octavius’s arm, holding him in place. Tiny human teeth pinched Octavius’s skin, and a needful moan escaped Octavius’s best efforts to contain it.
No, he couldn’t succumb. This was how losing control began. With need and desire. But then Jayden’s glare locked on to his and made it clear he wanted this.
A hundred different urges poured into Octavius’s mind. His fangs throbbed with need. His cock was full and eager. A human sucked from his veins, and the most natural thing in the world would be to hold him down and bite and fuck him—both at once.
He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t become the very creature he hated. He was better than this. Better than a nyk. He was Brotherhood.
Breathing hard, he straightened and tried to tug his wrist from Jayden’s hold, but the feeder was strong. A second yank, and he pulled free. Jayden gasped and threw his gaze toward the sky. Blood stained his chin and cheek. Rivulets ran down his neck. Octavius watched his pulse throb at his neck.
Just a bite, just one; feed from the vein, feed the hunger.
No, he had to resist!
He scrambled to his feet and staggered away, stumbling against a nearby tree. Dropping his shoulder against it, he licked his wrist clean of blood, tasting Jayden, and watched the skin stitch itself back together. Desire burned him up. He was so damned hard, he only had to think about taking him and he’d come. Instead, he gritted his teeth and worked through all the reasons why this was wrong.
He still had control, he was not nyktelios, he would not surrender to the desperate needs of the creature within him.
Saint hadn’t moved, as though he feared if he did, Jayden’s recovery might not be real. Then Jayden gave a soft cough and tried to prop himself upright. “Oh, I ruined your shirt.”
Seeing a feeder gaze big doe eyes at the nyktelios that was slowly poisoning him might have been the most disgusting thing Octavius had ever seen. He snarled at them both, as well as at himself for being a part of it.
“You!” Saint pointed at Octavius, then in a blur of liquid shadow, he filled Octavius’s personal space. “If you so much as think about destroying us again, you’re dust in the wind. Understand?”
Octavius peered up at the nyk’s ancient silver eyes. “You’re welcome.”
Saint lunged, slamming Octavius against the tree.“This is your doing.”He snapped his teeth close to Octavius’s throat. “I should kill you now.”
Octavius didn’t fight, not this time. He still burned from hunger and desire, still fought his personal demons. Remnants of that lust simmered back to life, and as he peered at an ancient nyktelios in his full monstrous glory,—eyes ablaze, mouth full of fangs, and wings arching from his back—Octavius’s cock hardened with want all over again.
He let his eyes flutter closed, and for the smallest of seconds he wanted Saint to bite him, to sink his teeth in. He might just come if he did.
Saint breathed him in, let out a low rumbling warning growl, and brought his head down. Even with his eyes closed, Octavius sensed Saint’s hot mouth hovering over his. Saint might kill him, and even that thought dialed his desire higher. What would it be like to fight and fuck and bite and feed like Saint did, to give in to the powerful urges seeking to undermine thousands of years of control?
No! It was nyk madness!
Octavius thrust out both hands, shoving Saint away. “You’re weak. I smell it on you. Get out of my face, nyktelios.”
Saint chuckled and turned his back. As he approached Jayden, he gave his shoulders a shake and his monstrous form blurred away, leaving just a man in burned and bloody clothes.
