Never Ending Love- 3
1150 Words
Caradoch
My fangs slid into her flesh like steak knives through butter. An apt description because that’s what the blood that flowed into my mouth tasted like as well. Melted butter. Salty, silky, if slightly metallic.
It was more than delicious. It was almost orgasmic.
I sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing and my throat convulsing as I swallowed her down, drawing her life force into my body.
I was feeding off of her. But it was more than that. It felt to me like we were becoming one. There was something fulfilling about it that was more than a simple feeding. It was like we were becoming one. Having her blood in my body made it so.
Of course, this had happened once before. Back when I was newly turned, I had fed on her. I had followed what Cassandra had ordered of me because I had been so desperate for the promise she had given me to be real.
I had wanted to live forever, to remain young and beautiful. I had not wanted my body to wither and die from the disease that ravished me. And I would have done anything to prevent it.
I had been willing to pay any price because I had been stupid. A young, moronic fool. The price for my long and prosperous life?
The life of the woman I loved.
Thana’s life.
Cassandra demanded total and utter loyalty. She always had. There was no room in her coven for love and mates. Everyone had to worship her and her alone.
Sparks erupted in my eyes. My strength was returning, but it wasn’t enough. I bit down harder, practically gnawing on Thana’s slim thigh.
She let out a cry of pain, or maybe it was pleasure. I didn’t know, and at that moment it didn’t matter.
“Stop…” Her whisper seemed to come from so far away that I barely heard it. Her body thrashed, her small hands scrambling against my scalp to try to dislodge my fangs from her skin.
She may as well have been a fly. Her attempts to get me off her were pointless. I needed her. Her blood nourished me like nothing else I had ever tasted. Maybe because hers had been the very first blood I had consumed as a vampire.
I pressed my hand to her stomach, pinning her to the bed with more force than was necessary. She was such a little thing. It wasn’t like she could fight me off.
My other hand gripped her thigh, holding it to my lips so I could drink my fill.
Her moans were everywhere. Breathy little sounds that seemed to fill me. I wanted those moans to turn into something more. I wanted to keep going until she was screaming my name. Without thinking, I pushed her shorts down, baring her mound covered in a down of soft hair. Running my fingers through it, I could feel myself swell with desire. When I had taken her all those years ago, she had been cleanly shaven, but time had passed and throughout the years, her body had changed as she had adjusted to the world she lived in, to the expectations of women.
But the feel of her brought back memories of the girl she had been before.
Yes, her body had changed slightly with each reincarnation, subtle differences, but she was always Thana. And this time around she was almost identical to the girl who I had killed all those centuries ago. How many had it been now? Two or three hundred years?
We had come full circle. Thana was back in my life. Her moans met into my ears and I ran my hands over her body like she belonged to me.
She did belong to me. She always would. It didn’t matter if she wore her face, or a million others, I would always be able to tell.
The mark on my body. I knew it was there and there would be an answering one on her body. Only this time, I planned to let it happen. In the past, the mate mark had disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared. And I had a feeling my sire, Cassandra, had something to do with that.
She was a jealous master, after all.
Of course, in some generations, there was no mark at all. Thana’s path did not always cross mine.
This time it had. I had known she was in the building the moment she had stepped foot on the stairs. The surrounding air had changed. It had become lighter, cleaner. Like I could breathe for the first time in years. And I had known I needed to act before Cassandra spotted her and took her away from me again.
The attack from the Daughters of Cain had been a stroke of luck. The chaos had meant I could get Thana away without anyone seeing. Well, one person had seen—Alessandro.
But since he wasn’t in a position to tell anyone, we were safe. Thana was safe.
For now.
And she was there, under me, her sweet blood nourishing me after my long starvation. Her even sweeter p***y was mere inches from my face. I wanted to feast on that as well. Maybe I would when I’d had my fill.
Thana's body moved under mine. Her thigh fell out of my hand and onto the mattress.
Shocked, I stared at it.
There was blood on it. A lot of blood.
Too much blood.
Her skin was a sickly sort of grey.
I swallowed down the last mouthful, wiping the back of my hand across my lips. I had taken too much, drunk too deeply.
I had done the one thing I had promised myself I wouldn’t do and lost control.
Fear tightened my chest as I slowly let my eyes travel up the length of her body. Her breathing was shallow, but she was breathing.
“Thana.” Yanking at the nearest blanket, I pressed the thin material to the still bleeding puncture wounds on her thigh. “Thana, if you can hear me, hold this and I’ll go and get something to help.”
She didn’t move. Instead, a single tear slipped from her right eye and slid down her cheek.
One single tear and my heart broke. She had cried before. Silently, like she was now. Just before I had ripped her throat out.
Still holding the sheet to her thigh, I crawled up the bed towards her before pulling her cold body into my arms.
“Forgive me, Thana.” I whispered into her ear. My still bloody lips brushed against her damp cheek. “I lost control. You must forgive me.”
Thana blinked once and turned her head away, facing the wall.
“I’ll never forgive you,” she whispered.
She may as well have screamed it.
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