Crimson Desires: The Alpha’s Forbidden Blood

Essence of the Forbidden

Seraphine’s POV

I skillfully managed to evade Vesperus as I slipped into my seat, a smile of pure satisfaction gracing my lips. If one were observant enough, they could surely detect the mischievous glimmer in my eyes. Today, for once, my first class wasn’t math, which meant I wouldn’t catch a glimpse of Lucian in the early morning hours. The usual group of football players congregated near the front of the classroom, their laughter echoing through the air as they conspired and hatched their plans.

A devious smirk danced upon my lips as I contemplated intervening, my mind teeming with ideas to thwart their schemes. Still, a fraction of me found pleasure in the excitement of observing their strategy unravel. I mean, what was really the most dire outcome anyway?

Right on cue, the very same football player whom Vesperus had warned about my supposed engagement approached me with an inquisitive gleam in his eyes. “What’s in your cup?” he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity.

With deliberate grace, I extended my index finger, its blood-red nail shimmering ominously in the light, beckoning him closer to me. As he leaned in, a mixture of intrigue and caution etched across his features, his curiosity fueling his actions.

With my lips tantalizingly close to brushing against his ear, I whispered, the words dripping with dark allure, “The blood of those who dare to deem themselves clever.”

“What?” he stammered, his voice betraying a flicker of apprehension, as I abruptly recoiled in shock, shattering his composure.

A mischievous chuckle escaped my lips as I swiftly reassured him, my smile widening into a playful expression. “I’m just kidding,” I uttered, the lightheartedness evident in my tone. However, despite my attempt at diffusing the tension, a lingering worry remained etched across his face. His gaze flickered momentarily to his companion, seeking guidance and encouragement, a silent plea for support in this audacious act.

With an audible gulp, he summoned his courage and reached out, his hand closing around the cup with a decisive grip. A surge of anticipation rippled through the classroom as his voice boomed, resonating with a mix of bravado and thirst. “Well, you wouldn’t mind if I took a sip, would you? I’m quite parched,” he declared, his words commanding the attention of our entire class.

My eyes narrowed, an aura of dangerous intensity radiating from me as I locked my gaze onto him. In that fleeting moment, a surge of regret coursed through my veins. I couldn’t help but entertain a chilling thought—I should have eradicated him from my life since our first encounter, ending his existence.

In this perilous game we found ourselves entangled in. But alas, here we were, standing on the precipice of a defining moment, a gamble that would test the boundaries of our wits and desires.

With an enigmatic smile, I nodded, granting him permission with a subtle tilt of my head. The room fell into a hushed silence, everyone holding their breath, their eyes fixed upon the unfolding spectacle. The football player lifted the cup to his lips, the liquid within it glistening like rubies under the fluorescent lights.

As the cup grazed his mouth, a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine. Time seemed to stand still, suspended in that heart-stopping moment. The world held its collective breath, awaiting the outcome of this audacious act. But just as he was about to taste the mysterious concoction, Lucian hand grabbed the cup as the same time Vesperus hand grabbed it.

They both locked eyes, their gazes filled with an electric tension that crackled in the air. Vesperus’s fingers loosened their grip on the cup, relinquishing it to Lucian’s awaiting hand. As the cup exchanged ownership, a mischievous smirk danced across Vesperus lips, a silent challenge to see what Lucian would do.

“What do you think you’re doing, Jeff?” Lucian’s voice resonated with calm authority, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, captivated by his unwavering presence.

“I was thirsty and just wanted a sip, that’s all,” Jeff replied, his tone attempting nonchalance, but his eyes flickering with mischief.

“You don’t go around taking other people’s things without asking for permission,” Lucian stated firmly, his words laced with an undercurrent of disappointment.

“I did ask for permission, and she said yes,” Jeff retorted, his voice tainted with a hint of defiance. In truth, I had hesitated, giving Jeff the opportunity to pounce on the situation. His buddies, complicit in his scheme, had wanted to toy with me. Little did they know, their plan would unexpectedly work out in my favor. After all, it granted me an opportunity to cross paths with Lucian, the man who had unknowingly captured my attention.

All eyes suddenly shifted to me, the weight of their collective gaze intensifying as the spotlight shifted in my direction. It was now my turn to face scrutiny, to bear the weight of their questions. Lucian, his eyebrow gracefully arched, fixated his piercing gaze upon me, demanding an answer. A palpable tension hung in the air, thick with anticipation.

“Did you give Jeff permission to drink this?” Lucian’s voice resonated with a blend of curiosity and suspicion, his words laced with an undercurrent of uncertainty.

I nodded, my voice barely audible as I mumbled a response that only Lucian and Vesperus caught. The confession slipped from my lips in a hushed whisper, almost too fragile to exist. “I did tell him it was blood.”

A soft chuckle escaped Vesperus, his laughter echoing through the air like a melodic chime. His eyes shimmered mischievously, and I narrowed my gaze, a silent warning passed between us. However, despite my scowl that couldn’t hide my frustration, a persistent smile started to appear on my face. I couldn’t help it.

I then turned my focus to Lucian. His face carried an expression of surprise, with his eyes opening wider in astonishment. He gazed at me, a mix of shock and disbelief playing across his features. It felt as though he had not expected a vampire to go right out and say such words.

As my gaze remained locked with Lucian’s, an electric current of anticipation crackled in the air. The subtle nudge from the other football player did not escape my notice, signaling their orchestrated plan. In a swift motion, Jeff snatched the cup from Lucian’s grasp, his hand poised to taste its mysterious contents. But before he could savor even a drop, Lucian’s instincts kicked in, his hand reclaiming the cup in a fluid motion, preventing the ill-fated drink.

In that instant, time seemed to slow, my senses awakening to the heightened atmosphere. I could almost taste the tension in the air, a tang of uncertainty intermingling with the faint metallic tinge of the cup’s previous contents. The room grew still, as if holding its breath, while my eyes fixated on Lucian’s lips, tainted by the essence of the forbidden liquid. It was as if I could feel his very essence shifting, a primal urge surging within him, threatening to break free.

With a subtle tilt of my head, I tried to steady myself, grappling with the conflicting emotions that roiled within. The scent of his blood mingled with the one inside my cup, teasing my senses and igniting a fire within me. I sensed Lucian scanning me, his eyes delving deep into the depths of my desires, unraveling the complexities that lay hidden beneath my carefully constructed facade.

The air grew heavy as I drew a deep breath, attempting to regain control over my escalating urges. I could feel the battle within me, the hunger and longing threatening to consume my every thought. Witnessing my internal struggle, Lucian abruptly left the classroom, heading towards the male restroom. As he departed, Vesperus followed suit, but the lingering scent of Lucian’s presence continued to play havoc with my senses.

Compelled by an invisible force, silently, I slipped out of the classroom, my steps guided by the alluring aroma that lingered in the air. The corridors seemed to blur as I moved with unnatural speed, my senses attuned to the unmistakable trace of Lucian. The tantalizing scent beckoned me forward, a potent cocktail of desire and danger.

Upon reaching the washroom, I closed the door behind me, enveloping us in an intimate bubble of solitude. Lucian’s reflection stared back at him in the mirror, oblivious to my presence. His hand moved to wipe away the remnants of the blood from his lips, the gesture carrying a hint of confusion and lingering intrigue.

A rush of energy surged within me as I bridged the gap between us, my movements carrying an ethereal elegance. I leaned my head against the curve of his neck, taking a deep breath, relishing the captivating aroma of his being. The gentle throb of his heartbeat reverberated against my lips as I followed the lines of his neck with a tender caress.

Time seemed suspended in that fragile moment, as if the world outside ceased to exist. The rhythmic cadence of our breaths intertwined, merging into a symphony of desire and temptation. The magnetic pull between us intensified, transcending the boundaries of the ordinary.

But as my senses drank in the essence of Lucian, a conflicted part of me grappled with the consequences of indulging in my primal nature. A whisper of doubt echoed within, reminding me of the delicate balance I had been walking. The allure of his blood intertwined with the forbidden connection we shared, a dance between light and darkness, passion and peril.

In that stolen moment, I pondered the depths of my desires and the potential ramifications of surrendering to them. The choices I made in this precarious encounter would ripple through our intertwined destinies, forever altering the course of our lives.