Page 65 of Accidental Blood Lust
I’m going to die.
He’s going to kill me.
I let out an inhuman screech, clawing at him.
“Shh, shh, Lochlan. It’s okay. It’s okay, love.” Roman’s deep, soothing voice breaks through the panicked fog.
“We’re here, Lochy. We’re going to feed you when he’s done, and you’ll be just fine,” Jareth says, and I feel his fingers gently brush against my cheek before my whole body starts to go numb.
I’m so tired.
I can’t move anymore. Can’t keep my eyes open. Can’t be bothered to care that maybe I really am dying. I’ve only been a vampire for a few weeks and this is the third time I’ve almost died. It’s funny when you think about it. So funny. I’m supposed to live forever with Roman and Jareth.Forever.
Everything is dark now, but I hear voices. They sound strange and far away, and I’m too tired to try to understand what they’re saying, but something about their words feels reassuring anyway.
“Is he supposed to look like that?”Jareth sounds anxious. Sweet Jareth.
“He’s literally dead.”Cas sounds bored. Funny. I think I like Cas, even if he’s killed me. Can a vampire die like this? I probably should have asked. “Once he gets some of your blood in him, he’ll wake up and start to feed on his own, but you’ll have to pour it into his mouth at first. And be careful once he’s awake; his survival instincts will be at the forefront until his body feels he’s gotten enough blood.”
“Wait, where are you going? You’re not going to stay in case anything goes wrong?”Roman’s voice feels like an anchor even more than Jareth’s does, like he’s holding me in this world with it without even having to try.
“Believe me, once he’s fed, you won’t want me here. And nothing will go wrong. A vamp could stay in stasis without blood like this for thousands of years if they had to. He’ll be fine. Have fun.”
I hear footsteps and some kind of clicking sound. The door closing, maybe?
“Have fun?”Jareth mutters. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“No clue,”Roman says. Seconds later, I smell something. Something warm and delicious.Blood, blood, blood. Need.
“Wait, you already fed him at breakfast, let me go first.”
“It’s fine. The small amount of blood I gave him has replenished, plus I already opened my vein. It’s easier.”
Yes. Blood. Give.Now.
“You’re not going first because it’s easier. You’re trying to protect me. He won’t hurt me.”
“I know he won’t hurt you, Jare. I’m worried—”Roman huffs, and I’m starting to get impatient, but I can’t do a damn thing about it except lie here and wait for his blood to touch mylips, to flow over my tongue and down my throat, reviving me, filling me, giving me life again.
“You’re worried I’m going to freak out?”Jareth scoffs.
“No, baby, I’m worried that the second blood touches his lips, he’s going to wake up as a ravenous beast, unable to control his impulses until he has you half-drained. You can’t lose as much blood as I can.”
“I know I can’t, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself.”
A second blood scent fills the air, and this one carries the extra sweetness of magic in it. Drip, drip, drip, so warm against my cold skin, so salty and sweet as it splashes on my lips before I feel the full press of soft flesh against my mouth. My gums throb, but I still can’t move. I can’t even swallow at first. All I can do is let the warm, delicious offering fill up my mouth until it runs down my throat. The warmth of it filling my belly dredges up another distant memory from my human life, of Jare and me at a bar on our third date, doing shots and laughing together. The alcohol felt like this, burning my throat as it slid down and warming my gut.
My tongue moves, lapping up the blood that continues to pour into my mouth, and then my lips start to tingle and I’m able to move them again.
Blood. Need more.
More.
More.
I latch on to the soft, fleshy arm right in front of me and sink my teeth in to keep it from going anywhere.
“Oh.”That voice sounds surprises. It’s a voice I recognize, but right now, all I know is feeding, filling my belly, replacing what was drained.
