Craved (22 page)

“Drink me.” The words slipped out of
my mouth before I could stop them. I knew it was the only way to
satisfy his thirst, but I also knew that I was fueling the fire
that was his addiction, either way I looked at it, it was bad
news.

Aiden looked at me like I’d just
sprouted two heads, but the hunger in his eyes told me that he
wanted nothing more than to taste what I was offering. I had never
been bitten by a vampire, let alone an addicted vampire. I knew
that if Aiden wanted to drink me dry, he could, and I couldn’t stop
him. I knew the risks of letting him drink from me, that he could
kill me. But knowing that another witch would be spared because I
had taken care of Aiden’s thirst was comforting, even if just
barely.

“It’s too dangerous,” Aiden
said.

“It’s too dangerous if
you
don’t.
I
trust you; you won’t kill me.” I said matter-of-factly. Aiden was
struggling with something that I didn’t understand, but I knew he
wouldn’t take it too far. He licked his lips in anticipation while
my stomach dropped with fear. Vampires’ bites are said to be
pleasurable, but those two sharp pointy teeth didn’t look capable
of inflicting anything other than pain.

He grabbed my hand gently and said,
“Upstairs.” I reluctantly followed him up the wooden staircase to
his bedroom. The bed linens were perfectly undisturbed which proved
that no hanky-panky had gone on up here. He stepped behind me and
untied the neck of my halter top, letting it fall away from my
breasts like a theater curtain revealing the silver
screen.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to make love to you while I
feed, it’ll help me not focus so much on the blood.” He admired my
breasts for a moment. “Your body is enough to shake anyone’s
focus.” He slipped his thumbs under the hem of my skirt and pushed
it slowly to the floor where it pooled at my feet, pressing kisses
along my legs. I began to step out of my stilettos but Aiden
stopped me.

“Leave them on. There’s something sexy
about a naked woman in heels.” He winked at me and a grin teased my
lips. It seemed sex was helping me not focus on feeding Aiden as
well. I was more anxious to feel him inside of me rather than his
fangs piercing my skin.

“You have to promise me one thing
since I agreed to feed you.”

“What’s that, my Gwen?” he asked with
a smile.

“When we’re done, I don’t want to feel
my legs,” I said with a wink. I at least deserved some hot sex out
of the horrid ordeal. Aiden answered me with a nod and a smirk of
his own. I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them to the floor to
reveal that he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his unit was very
much ready for action. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and
enjoyed the moan that escaped his lips. I moved my hand up and
down, enjoying the hardness beneath my palm.

I looked into Aiden’s black eyes as I
handled his erection and licked my lips as the desire grew thick
between us. When it seemed Aiden couldn’t handle much more of my
teasing, he picked me up and sat me on the bed where his head
lingered between my legs. I watched him down the length of my body
and shivered when his tongue tasted the wetness he had caused. He
worked his tongue with a talent I hadn’t experienced, and if I were
to ever become addicted to anything, it’d be Aiden’s talents. I
moaned as my orgasm shot euphoria throughout my entire body,
causing my body to feel limp and relaxed.

Aiden laughed at my pleased expression
and climbed on the bed to lean against the headboard. He held out
both of his hands and waggled his fingers in a “come and get it”
motion. I’d never been one to back down from a challenge, so I
turned over and crawled slowly towards the sexiest man I’d ever
laid eyes on. I crawled between his legs and hovered my face just
over his hardness, looking up at him through my lashes. He watched
me with such want and desire that my own skyrocketed. I ran my
tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, like licking a
lollypop. Aiden growled with anticipation but I wasn’t done teasing
him yet. I licked his length a few more times before swirling my
tongue around the tip.

“You’re driving me crazy.” He
complained and I chuckled. Deciding he’d had enough, I placed my
mouth over his impressive length and let the heat and friction of
my lips please him. After a few moments, I continued my way up the
length of his body where I kissed his lips and let out a gasp as
Aiden thrust his member inside me. He placed both hands on either
side of my hips and moved me against himself. I moaned when he
caught my nipple in his mouth and sucked.

“Look at me,” he said, staring up at
me. I opened my eyes and looked down into the eyes of the man I
loved.

“You are so beautiful.” I gave a small
smile but my heart was full of happiness. Our bodies felt like they
were meant for each other and there was nothing more beautiful than
what we were sharing at the moment. It wasn’t just screwing; it was
lovemaking, intimate and personal. I absorbed the feel of him as
another orgasm waited to be released. Aiden must have been close to
the edge as well because he wrapped his arms around my waist and
pulled me down so that I would be closer to his mouth. I felt a
sharp pain on the side of my neck, causing me to shriek. The pain
subsided and washed waves of ecstasy throughout my body, causing my
orgasm to erupt five times stronger than the first one. I melted
against Aiden’s chest as I enjoyed the finishing waves of pleasure
that wafted throughout my entire body. I didn’t know how it was
possible, but Aiden’s bite had heightened my orgasm. The more he
drank, the longer the orgasm lasted. I was delirious with
satisfaction and too far gone to worry if he was taking too much,
if his bite felt this good, he could drink me dry, at least I’d die
happy.

Aiden snarled and pushed me away,
causing confusion to replace my exhilaration. When I looked back at
where Aiden sat, I noticed his eyes were closed and he was panting
heavily. Another myth was that vampires didn’t need to breathe.
That was false, blood needs oxygen for it to be any good and
vampires need to breathe to feed the oxygen to their blood like
everyone else.

“Aiden?” I said cautiously.

“I’m okay. You’re so strong, Gwen.” He
opened his eyes and I gasped at the eerie change. For whatever
reason, the magic in our blood turned a vamp’s eyes a bright
electric blue. I didn’t like seeing Aiden like this.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, clearly
noticing that I was afraid of him.

“Your…eyes.” He tilted his head to the
side as if curious by what I meant and the action sent gooseflesh
to pebble my skin. Aiden had always been beautifully dark but with
his eyes that color, he was eerily beautiful. He hopped off the bed
and walked into the master bathroom to inspect his eyes.

I expected a gasp or some sort of
curse when Aiden saw what I had seen, but only dead silence greeted
the bedroom. I flung my heels off and wrapped a sheet around my
still naked body to see what he was doing. When I entered the
bathroom, Aiden was staring at his reflection.

“Aiden?” I softly asked, not wanting
to startle him. My life had never been normal, being a witch and
all, but this wasn’t how things were supposed to go after making
love. We were supposed to lie in bed and enjoy the feel of our skin
next to each other while we caught our breaths and replayed how
amazing the sex had been. I had been so stupid when I decided to
feed him, but even if it were a stupid decision, what other option
did I have? I couldn’t let him loose to find brew elsewhere, where
he could possibly kill.

“I can feel your magic dancing through
my body,” Aiden finally said, looking back at me. “You’re in here
too.” I arched my eyebrows in confusion and fear, not sure what the
hell that meant. I’ve lived alongside vampires for almost ten
years, but I hadn’t made it my mission to figure out their
abilities.

“What do you mean?”

Aiden abandoned his post in front of
the mirror and walked over to where I stood in the doorway of the
bathroom. Grabbing both of my hands in his, he said, “I can feel
your emotions. You’re afraid right now…of me. That’s the worst part
about being hooked on brew. I don’t want you to fear me, Gwen and I
apologize that you have to see me like this. I will never hurt you.
If I have to say it a million times before you believe me I will.”
I nodded my head, unable to speak. Deep down, I knew he wouldn’t
hurt me but that didn’t mean that the situation didn’t scare me. I
didn’t want a boyfriend addicted to the magic in witches’ blood or
have to worry that I could lose him forever to such an
addiction.

Aiden held a rose out in front of me
and I gasped with shock. “Did you just conjure that?” I asked with
disbelief. Aiden’s smile was all the confirmation I needed. He had
only drunk witches’ blood three times now and he could already
conjure objects; that wasn’t good. I didn’t realize my magic was as
strong as he claimed but it made sense; he’d only been drinking
low-level witches, which consisted of psychics, tarot card readers,
and mediums. I, on the other hand, am a full fledge witch, capable
of producing my own magic. I was a lot stronger than what he had
tasted.

“Aiden you can’t use magic! Do you
realize that the FPD is currently searching for the vampires
responsible for this entire mess, and that they intend to imprison
them for a hundred years, or worse, stake them?” I suddenly
couldn’t breathe. I gasped and grabbed at my chest as if I could
push the air back into my lungs. I was in the middle of a shit
storm with no way to escape. My ex-boyfriend was hunting down the
vampires responsible for the murders of witches, my current
boyfriend was addicted to the blood of witches, and my best friend
was obsessed with a possible lunatic. In my opinion it didn’t get
any worse than it already was, not that I wanted to test that
theory.

Aiden was rubbing my back and saying,
“Breathe, Gwen, just breathe.” I sucked in big gulps of air and
closed my eyes as I listened to his soothing voice. The heaviness
in my chest lessened and I could finally breathe. A thin dew of
perspiration lined my forehead and my heartbeat was slowly
returning to normal.

“Get dressed; we’re
breaking your addiction tonight!” I said, glaring at Aiden. I
couldn’t live with knowing that Aiden was able to produce magic
because he had drunk the blood of a witch, my blood. If the
information got out to the FPD or the NAWC, he’d be ash by the end
of the week. I didn’t know exactly how we’d break his addiction,
but I knew one person who might have knowledge, Ms.
Ozland
.

Aiden wasn’t too excited that his
addiction could be broken tonight, but what addict got excited
about quitting their beloved drug? I sat on Ms. Ozland’s worn sofa,
while Aiden paced her small living room, like a caged animal. I
worried about telling her about Aiden’s problem. This situation was
personal for us witches. She could easily let it slip to the NAWC
that Aiden was involved with drinking witches. Unfortunately, she
was the only one I could think of that might be able to help with
his problem.

“So,” Ms. Ozland began with her hands
clasped in her lap. “What can I help you with?” Ms.Ozland was
dressed in a long flowery nightgown that looked too large for her
small frame. Her salt and pepper hair was braided and reached the
middle of her back. To most people, she looked like your average
grandmother, but her magic could definitely pack a
punch.

I released a heavy sigh, debating
whether I was doing the right thing or not but I finally resolved
to worry about that later. “You heard of the two dead women that
the FPD found?” I asked and she nodded her head. “Well, it’s
vampires killing witches…for their magic.” I let that statement
sink in but Ms. Ozland didn’t look as appalled or shocked as I had
when I learned the news.

“You don’t seem surprised,” I said,
wondering how she could hear the news she just had without
revealing an ounce of surprise. She smiled sweetly at me, as if I
were a child who just learned Santa Claus didn’t really exist. I
wasn’t exactly sure how old Ms. Ozland was, since witches don’t age
the same way humans do. Once the magic chooses someone, your
biological makeup also changes. If I had to guess, I’d say she was
close to one hundred and fifty years old, even though she only
looked sixty. She had definitely seen and learned a lot more than I
had in my twenty-six years.