She stands up and he leans back. I feel a growl go through the crowd behind us, so I slowly get up and turn to face them, splitting my focus between them and her. The wolves are all watching us with a sea of orange eyes, all on their feet, all ready to kill us if they need to.
I glance back to see her leaning down to whisper into his ear. I strain to try and hear, but she is talking too quietly. What I do see, however, is his shock before he recoils and stares at her.
“Your life will never be easy,” he tells her almost sadly.
“Easy is for boring people.” She winks and then looks at me, but her eyes widen and her mouth drops open just as I feel a whiz of air next to me. I turn and try to duck, but it’s too late.
A wolf hits me with a punch, throwing us into the wall as I grab him and toss him away. He flies through the air but flips and lands in a crouch, teeth bared and eyes yellow, his face flickering with the shift.
“You,” he snarls.
“Sorry, mate, can’t say I do guys,” I taunt, and he snarls again.
“You slept with my woman.”
Ah, shit.
I look to Bella, but she leans back against the wall with her arms crossed alongside Rich, her eyes cold and face calm.
“This is your mess, you clean it up.” She waves her hand and turns to Rich, starting a conversation.
Fuck, I think I pissed my mate off. I would rather face down a hundred angry wolves...they don’t scare me as much as she goes. I can predict what they are going to do, I can’t predict her.
The wolf flies at me again, his hands shifted so he has claws. I duck and dive, trying not to kill him because then I would face a wolf trail by Rich. Instead, I punch and kick, but Bella’s laugh distracts me, and I snarl as claws rip into my stomach, digging to try and spill my insides. I move back, and tired of playing, I smash my hand into his face, knocking him out cold before he hits the floor.
I cover my stomach and turn to see Bella smiling, enjoying my pain. Brilliant.
Rich booms out a laugh. “You deserve that. I suggest you get out of here, blood sucker, before I let him tear you apart.”
“We are leaving,” Bella tells him and pushes off the wall, walking past me. “Don’t you think you are bleeding in my car.” She huffs before walking away. The wolves part and let her through, all avoiding the knocked out one on the floor. Rich slaps me on the back, sending agony through my body.
“Don’t come back, okay?” He grins and then leans in. “Good luck with her, vamp, you have no idea what you are in for.”
“Care to tell me?” I ask, my voice holding pain.
“Not a chance. It will be more fun to watch you struggle.” He laughs and then raises his voice. “Alright, it’s over, break it up.”
When I get outside, she is already in the car, so I slide into the passenger seat as the wound heals and the bleeding stops. She fires up the engine and ignores me as she pulls away, but about five miles later she pulls over, her hands clenching the wheel.
“Why take me there? To show off your conquests?” She snorts and I go to answer, but she shakes her head. “Forget it, you healed?”
“Yes, but I need to feed,” I tell her. It’s true, I do.
She sighs and pushes back her sleeve, grabbing her knife to cut when I lay my hand on her arm, making sure to stay above the fabric. “I can wait though, come on, let’s get your man.”
You sure?” she queries, still not looking at me.
“Yes, Bella,” I reply, but then suddenly blaring pain hits me and I curl over as it flows through my bloodstream, poisoning me. Fuck!
“Ciar?” she calls, sounding worried, her hand landing on my back.
“Poison,” I hiss.
“What?”
“Fucking poison in his blood,” I snarl, my fangs elongating as I gag on the pain. Blood pools in my mouth as my eyes go dark, more blood pouring from them. I feel wetness at my ears and know it’s flowing from there too. She pushes me back and gasps when she sees me.
“Fuck, will feeding help?” she questions, but I can’t speak. “Ciar!”
“Yesss,” I hiss, not wanting to force her. If it means suffering while the poison works itself out of my system, I will.
She must hear my thoughts. “No one likes a drama queen, asshole. Just feed.”
I feel something press to my lips, something warm, so I turn my head away. I know her thoughts on touching and not wanting to feed me like this, and I won’t make her, even if it means pain for hours.
“Fuck this, I need you, fucking drink!” she yells, pressing her arm closer, but I turn farther away.
Then I suddenly smell blood, her blood, and her arm is back, pressed to my mouth, her blood coating my lips.
Hunger roars through me, taking over like never before. I can’t hold back the thirst, not when I’m fighting the pain. Before I know it, my fangs are sinking into her arm.
She gasps but doesn’t pull away as I start to drink. I instantly feel her blood mixing with mine and pushing the poison free. As soon as it burns me, it soothes me. I groan, locking my lips tightly around her skin to stop the blood from escaping, I can’t stop.
It’s addictive.
I smell her desire. Trapped in the car, I feel it settle in my bones, becoming mine. My cock jerks in my pants, my balls drawing up from the taste of her blood alone. I wonder if my bite is affecting her like it does everyone else. It can be orgasmic.
She moans, the sound low and unfiltered, and I groan, digging my fangs in deeper. I guess that’s my answer.
I hear her breathing pick up, her heart pounding in my mind. She moans again and then I hear a gasp, and when I flick my eyes up to her, I see her lips parted, her back arching off her seat as she comes. It throws me into an orgasm as well, and then suddenly…suddenly I feel it.
Like being hit by a truck, my heart stops, as does hers, and when they restart they are in sync. Euphoria flows through me, to her and back again, our bond solidified. Cemented. She is mine, I am hers.
I feel the click of her mind, her thoughts brushing against mine.
I make sure to keep an eye on her pulse, and when it starts to slow down I jerk back, licking the holes to heal them and she gasps again, then I fall into my seat. My bones feel like jelly as my eyes close in bliss. Her blood is like drinking the best alcohol, like heaven in a liquid crimson form.
Bella.
When I can finally see again, I turn my head, my lips open, unable to put my fangs away. She’s sitting in her seat, her arm clutched to her chest, her eyes blown wide with desire, but she swallows it back and drops her arm.
“That better?” she inquires, her voice husky.
“Yes, thank you, Bella,” I purr.
“Good, then let’s get going,” she whispers, but she sits there for a moment before clearing her throat, blinking and turning to face the wheel.
Oh, Bella, you can turn away, but you can’t hide...not from me. Ever. We are mates now.
You are mine.
Bella
We have to stop for the night, and I make Ciar clean out the blood he spilled in my car as I get us a room and go and get comfy. I can’t bear to look at him after what happened when he fed.
I liked it.
More than that, I loved it and I want to do it again. To ride his body as he sinks his fangs into me and feeds, but I push those thoughts away, not wanting him to see them...something feels different after it as well. There’s a new awareness of him. I can feel where he is outside, what he’s doing, and if I push hard enough his feelings and thoughts, like we are linked. Does that happen after feeding?