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BOOK: Savage Awakening: A Blood Thirst Novel (Book 2) BDSM Erotica/ Paranormal Romance/ Romance Erotica
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Chapter 11: Proceed with Caution, Heartbreak Ahead!

 

 

“Shut
it with the shield you used to keep the flames off me, now.” He instructed me.

I do as he says, waiting for him to set me down. We could no longer hear the flapping of wings, and I’m sure it couldn’t hear or scent us any longer.

He climbs down, jumping the last twenty feet with me still over his shoulder while searching the cave. He doesn’t release me until he’s found a comfortable spot well within the cave to gently set me down on. When his face comes into view, as he’s straightening away, I see his tongue snake over his teeth, looking like he wants to drink me.

He is so still, I know he’s fitting for control.

I watch him closely, fearing him because I am still weak from all the energy I’ve exerted tonight- the barrier is draining most of my strength again. I know him to be stronger at the moment. I’d felt weak since the witches poisoned me, but when the witch I approached blew the powder on my face, everything seemed altered… almost as if I lost my ability to care.

If he tried to drink from me now, he would die because I was too tired to keep running. “Do not. I did not just save you, to kill you now.”

He looked tired of our bickering, worried, stressed, but mostly unsatisfied and paranoid. I caught all these emotions in the seconds before he realized I was watching him. Now he just stared me down with an angered look on his face. He did have his reasons to be angry with me. I understood he thought he had feelings for me.

“How long has it been since you slept?” I asked genuinely worried.

“I don’t.”

I sat, pushing my heels and my palms into the soft pebbles bringing my back against the wall. I bended my legs, my knees coming up making his long shirt bundle between my thighs- covering me.

“When was the last time you fed?” I asked because I was afraid he would try to feed on me. He looked ravenous, and we both understood he risked his life if he lost control.

He inquisitively looked at me, but chose to ignore me. “Tell me who Darius is. How long have the two of you been sharing blood? How long have you been lovers? He is who you smelled of. Because if I’m right My Queen, you need to forget him. Now you only smell of me, and you will only drink me.”

“It doesn’t concern you. You do not know what you say. We will never be.”

He walked up to me. My eyes rose looking at his thighs, over his chiseled abdomen, his taut berry nipples, and came to rest with his intense silver eyes.

“Like hell it doesn’t when you start calling me his name and begging me to fuck you. If it weren’t for me struggling for control, you’d be completely mine.”

“I’m sorry for being poisoned.” I yelled sarcastically.

“It wasn’t just the poison because if that were true you would have called me his name till the end.  But I saw the change in you. You felt it… coming to your senses you recognized us, just as I recognize you. Realizing you’d rather be fucked by me,
your crazed-wild-beast
- making the moon full for me with your blue light. Did you want me to shift because it took all I had to contain the beast! The beast would not have cared for anything other than claiming you.”

“I knew not what I did. It was not my will.”

“No, you knew… you know what the full moon does to Mated Lycans, yet you couldn’t take your eyes off the moon. Then the witches become a problem, so you decide to eliminate them. But… that’s not the end because after killing those witches, you decide you’ve had enough and think to leave me unsatisfied, immobile on the ground- wanting… needing you like I’ve never needed anything before. You were going to leave me without a backward glance, and shit for goodbyes. Was it for him? Are you going to go and fuck him in an attempt to erase what you feel for me?” He asked enraged, reminding me so much of his king in that moment.

I shot up and slapped him making him bleed. “Beware of how you speak to me, dog. If I had not killed the witches you’d be dead just like your men. Just because I saved your life just moments earlier doesn’t mean I won’t take it now. And do not
Dare
mention the word Mate to me again. I’ve heard it enough to last me a lifetime, and it will only guarantee- I’ll surely rip out your life and smile while it slips through my fingers.”

His face had turned away from me with the force of my blow, yet he kept it turned away from me. He sucked in his bloodied lip while his hands dripped blood on the floor. He clawed his palms, fisting his hands.

“Do not think you’ll trick me again with your blood.” I dug the knife in deeper, “You seem to forget how easily I can kill you.” I said informing him.

“As easily as you can fuck me and leave me, it would seem.” He grabbed his shirt, and swiftly undid all the buttons down my front.

“It ends now, you’ll give me what you promised me tonight. Everything you promised.”

Grabbing his raised wrist to stop him, I said, “I don’t need to take this insult from you, in fact, I don’t even have to look at you right now.” I said as my body warmed, making it difficult to walk away from him, he nudged me back against the wall- trapping me with his body. My hands came up to his chest, and I had an unshakeable feeling we were back to where we began.

“No, I suppose you don’t have to look at me while I fuck you, Beauty. I can take you from behind. I’d fucking love it and so would you.” He groaned brutally through his fangs.

“I loathe your touch.” I argued hoarsely.

“Really is this how you show your hate for me? You hate me so much you repeatedly love begging me for it? I wouldn’t mistake your reactions to me, Emma.” He laughed. “I can
sense
your desire. You’re helpless to me right now. You want to beg me to fuck you now.”

“Am I wrong? I bet you’re wet for me.” He asked when I felt his hand forcefully grab my thigh and lift it against the wall, enslaving me with his hips.

His face lowered… seeking to kiss me. I turned my face from him in defiance. His lips found my cheek while his hand fought with his pants.

“You see the witches chanted, and I don’t suppose you understood what they chanted but I did. You felt it though. You feel it now when I’m so close… about to claim you.” His hands feel heavy, roughly squeezing my breast.

“What did they chant?” I asked pushing his hand away, surprised he understood them and only mentioned it now.

His hand came up tearing the metal collar on my neck as it crumbled falling to pieces, and I felt like a great weight I carried had been lifted.

“They tried to mate you to the dragon, undid the hold this collar had on you. But you… Beauty,
Chose
… you wanted something else entirely. A different… beast. You undid what they were causing you to feel, something they never expected possible. You chose ME as your mate, so start getting used to the idea because you said the words... not I.”

He was lying because I had no memory of it. I was breathing hard because I did want him. I wanted to beg, and let the world fall apart around us. I wanted him… but that meant my emotions were playing with my head. It was too soon to feel these strong emotions. I blamed the witches.

He looked into my eyes in what seemed to be shock. His hands came down gripping my hip bones, parting his shirt. Slowly his eyes traveled all of my body, starting at my most sacred area and ending with my lips. His eyes shown approvingly, with so much need for me, and I knew I would soon be unable to stop him… to stop us. He would die tonight if I let that happen.

“You lie, I would never do that. I’m still in love with another. I would have given myself to him many times in the past. Like you said, I begged for him tonight.”

A moment passed, and I thought he would try to strike me.

I awaited his answer when he forced open his hands, finger by finger they lifted, almost as if I’d burned him. Why did I enjoy provoking him? Was I so damaged? The answer was simple, of course I was. I knew I could never have who I wanted, so I punished everyone else… including myself because for a time Luke had seemed like the answer I needed, but I would never trust myself again when it came to choosing a lover. And I knew I would never mate myself to anyone.

His silver eyes flashed in anger as he turned, left running into the cave, so I shouted after him, “You choose to run away now Lycan, come back here and face me! Tell me how you removed the collar. Tell me you lie!”

He continued to run, growling when I took a step to follow him. “Stay away
Sorcerous
, you are no Goddess, you’ve be-spelled… entranced me, made me senseless with lust, yet want nothing to do with me! You’re more evil than those witches you killed tonight.” He bellowed in pain.

“Fine, I don’t need to know. We survived- it’s all that matters!” I left out the fact that when I sensed him far enough I would lift the barrier, leave… then after replace the damn thing. He wanted me gone, then… I would be merciful to us both and oblige him. I would leave him for good without a backward glance- just like he said I would.

I would find another way to be free of Eros, Ly was no longer a key person in finding the answers.

Chapter 12: My Bleeding Heart Falls to Pieces

 

 

I
smelled blood and knew he had found sustenance within the cave. He was gorging himself, probably wished on drinking me to death and found a substitute knowing it was impossible. He’d been shown- gods only knew what by the witch he’d killed in the cave. And now knew of spells the witches had cast and wouldn’t tell me.

It sounded like whatever he’d hunted was very large and tried to give him quite a struggle, but of course in the end it was no match for him. I’d been pacing unable to sleep, fighting between wanting to go to him, and wanting to leave. I waited for him to drink, giving him the moment of peace he needed, and chose leaving him because it was the surest way to simplify things. I didn’t care if the dawn was fast approaching; I had to leave him now.

I knew the moment he no longer felt my presence. I could feel him hammering with his fists, trying to break through the invisible shield. Reminded me of how I’d recently bled against a shield trying to reach Eros. I didn’t want to think of either one, so I quickly buried those thoughts and my pity for Luke.

It took so much precious energy to keep the shield up. The Lycans it would seem were the strongest of the species; at least it felt that way, felt like a derailed train was crashing into the barrier.

I felt a hollowing of my heart and it almost felt like Darius was back to ripping it out. I traced away until I had no energy left to keep tracing. I literally ran myself to death because it was the only way to stop myself from going back to the Lycan, something I would not permit myself to do. I would never let someone in again, besides there was no way I loved that insignificant fool.

By the time the dragon found me, I was a bigger mess than I remembered ever being in my life. I no longer cared what happened to me, so I did not struggle when I felt him lift me into his arms.

It was night again, but my body was unable to heal the damages done from the blazing Sun because I’d refused to feed. I didn’t trust what I thought I saw after last night’s turn of events. I felt the dragon carry me, enclosing me in his chest, but I didn’t bother opening my eyes.

I knew the dragon wasn’t Darius because even though he smelled similar to Darius, other attributes smelled entirely different. He smelled like home, like fresh ocean water comparable to Darius, but unlike him he smelled like a completely different storm altogether. There was passion there, but it was being contained. I knew these things because it was the man that carried me and not the dragon.

He was who held me tightly against him the first night I fell asleep in this planet. I understood now he shifted to human form and lay beside me while I slept.

My mother never ceased to have men tripping over their feet for her… and in the end she chose the one who wanted nothing to do with her. Would I fall in the same trap?  Was history repeating itself?

I dreaded I was catching a fever because I was thinking nonsense- I was nothing like my mother.

I didn’t try to fight him because I was dazed from fatigue, and all I wanted was more distance between the Lycan and I. I was only able to hold the barrier up a few hours after I left him.

I believed I was safer with the dragon because if this dragon who carried and protected me against his chest wanted to hurt me he would have done so the first night he had me. This is what my logic told me.

“He follows, he’s nearing, but don’t be distraught I won’t let him take you again.” He said to me.

“Do us both a favor and kill him because he won’t leave me alone,” I uttered. “He did something… irreversible to me. I will never be the same. If I had enough strength, I would kill him myself.”

“It is too late for that little sister. You shouldn’t have run from me when I first found you. But don’t worry when I’m through with him, he’ll wish he was dead.” He said running. But I now felt Ly, so he had to do something and do it fast because the Lycan very likely had us in his sights.

Just then I heard his outraged howl. Yes, he definitely had us in his sights. Probably thought it was Darius who had me now.

“Climb on my back… over my shoulder, and don’t let go. I’m taking you home.” He automatically began shifting.

With the last surge of my strength I did as he said, perhaps because of his reassuring words and also because finally I had found where I belonged, family.

His great expanse of leathered wings opened wide, began climbing into the sky. Lying face down on my brother’s back… I barely had to hold on because his back was so massive in beast form. I felt the dragon dip, and knew he attacked the Lycan. Fearing he would burn him, I tried to look to see what it was he was doing. He was flying low ahead of Ly, taunting him.

“Keep your distance. He is faster than he looks… Please, just take me away.” I knew I was safe for now, so I just said to leave the beast alone hoping he understood me because I knew he had wanted vengeance when he’d said he would make him pay. I was full of contradictions it would seem because now I couldn’t imagine wanting the Lycan harmed.

Once I knew there was enough distance between us, I let the gentle breeze comfort me enough, warily falling asleep, and soon everything was forgotten.

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I woke up alone in a strange bed. No dragon, no brother, and with painful realization no Lycan. The worst part about it was so obvious to me. Why should I feel pain knowing the Lycan would not bother me again? A hunger pang struck painfully through me, and I realized I had my answer.

I decided I’d had enough, that I shouldn’t be thinking about him in the first place, find another viable source; therefore, I tried remembering everything I could from last night. I was in a spacious, stone and cherry wood cabin, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was home. I could scarcely remember what happened when my brother brought me here last night, but I did remember how frantic he looked trying to get me to respond. There were flashes of memory from when I was brought in, mostly my brother’s concerned face. I remembered someone else with him, a woman. She was a witch, and she worked relentlessly on me all through the night, while I did my best to stop her. I was done with witches, but it appeared- they weren’t done with me.

They both tried feeding me their blood, but my brother was insistent it should be his blood I take. Every time they fed me, moments after I would empty it out again. I was so confused and disoriented because many times they spoke in a language I didn’t understand. I was a foreigner here in so many ways. There was a mutual understanding between them.
He’s my brother
, my mind whispered-
He would not conspire with the witches against me. How could I be so sure? I know nothing about him.

I heard a noise somewhere in the cabin.
It comes from her, but no sound of him anywhere in the cabin.

I was now in a large wooden carved bed with the softest silver silk sheets on me.

I heard the woman humming somewhere within the cabin as I inspected the room. The room was spacious with intricately wooden carved furniture. I lifted the sheets and tried to climb out of bed when my legs crumbled, and I fell on the cold stone floor.

I heard her gasp and her quick movements, running to my aid when she heard the noise. Reaching me she said, “You poor, beautiful girl, you shouldn’t exert yourself. You’ve tested your limits these past days lost in this desert- fighting everyone, including your brother.”

“Stay away from me,” I said because she was helping, lifting me to the bed.

She smiled, “It’s alright, you’re safe. You have no reason to fear me.”

“Don’t touch me.” I tried preventing her from holding me, afraid I would harm her.

“It’s alright Princess, your brother, and I both tried all night to feed you, but it seems the only blood you may consume right now is the Lycans. At least his doesn’t make you sick.”

“I don’t want any more of his blood.” I slurred.

“You are very ill. Your brother refused at first, but I was finally able to send him in search of the Lycan.”

“No, he mustn’t. The Lycan will kill all of you. He told me not to run, and I did. He’ll kill us all.”

BOOK: Savage Awakening: A Blood Thirst Novel (Book 2) BDSM Erotica/ Paranormal Romance/ Romance Erotica
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