“I have no idea what the fuck is happening, but if I don’t taste you soon, I’m afraid someone will die,” she whispered just before I felt the blinding pain her fangs caused as they sank into a deep vein in my neck.
She bit down and pulled before she relaxed into me, her body focused on the feed, on the all-consuming need to dominate. Her pussy was right up against my hard dick, forcing a moan from my mouth as she rocked against me.
It should have felt wrong, uncomfortable, fucking gross, but it didn’t.
Instead, it felt as if I’d been hungry my entire life and never had a real meal until that very moment.
Feeding from Annalise, tasting everything she’s made of, brought out my true beast. He took control, leaving me confused and turned on in the background.
He pulled her tighter to us and put a hand on the back of her head to encourage the feed. I was becoming drunk on her venom, high on her scent, calm and new with her blood in my veins.
It wasn’t long before her body locked up and her fangs released my neck. I bit down on the pain, refusing to show that I was sore all over, that my mouth hurt from the new fangs, that I was more confused than she was about what the fuck just happened. We both fell to the ground as we slammed back to reality.
I looked to her, sitting next to me in the grass, trying to catch her breath. She had blood dripping down both sides of her mouth, her skin back to golden and beautiful as the sun rose from behind the trees and threatened to blind us.
“I want to go back to the penthouse, and I don’t want to talk on the way.”
With that, she got up and pulled her wings back into her body. I had no idea how she figured out how to do it, but I figured it had something to do with her beast. She would direct her instincts and try to teach her how her new body worked.
I wondered who the fuck would help me figure out mine.
I slammed the car door, embarrassed, angry as hell, and confused as fuck. What in the world was that?
Did I just turn into a fucking vampire?
As soon as I accepted that I was an Angel, that I wasn’t Human, this fucking happened.
The guys didn’t say anything about vampirism, which meant they either hadn’t expected it, or they didn’t want me to know. Lanier looked shocked when he got his fangs, even more shocked when he realized that he wanted to use them.
And then all hell broke loose.
He fed from me, he drank my blood, and I liked it.
No, I fucking craved it. I needed it, wanted it, couldn’t think beyond it.
Ten minutes after our little suck fest ended, I wanted to hide in shame and rip shit apart at the same time.
Who did this to me? Who turned me into a monster?
I felt like two different people, like two entirely different creatures now lived inside my body. There was me, Annalise, the orphan girl who survived physical abuse, and then there was this new being that took root in my soul and ate away everything I knew to be true about the world I lived in.
If vampires existed, why did Lanier seem so surprised? Why didn’t they tell me that something like this could happen?
Oh right, because they weren’t fucking loyal to me. They didn’t even know me. Well, one of them thought they knew me. Even still, the three of them picked me up off the street, told me I was an Angel, and then pretty much left it at that. I was sure there was more they had to tell me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being played.
Lanier could have warned me if he thought something like this would be a possibility. I was annoyed with both him and myself because there was nothing he or I could do about what happened.
I swam in my own emotions as we pulled onto the highway, knowing that I was being unfair. The fact that my life had flipped upside down over the course of a few days had me more emotional than I would have liked. The car I was enjoying on the ride to the clearing—that we never even got to see—now felt like a cage. Lanier stayed silent, brooding and angry in the driver seat.
I wanted to escape him, push the door open and risk the fall I’d take if I threw caution to the wind and jumped, but every time I started to reach for the door handle, my heart hurt. My soul caught fire. I couldn’t do it.
We were connected now; I felt his presence in my mind. I had no idea what that meant for us, but there was little doubt left that he was there to stay.
This was all too much too fast, the information, the new darkness that still lingered within me, this connection I had to three boys I didn’t know. I was going to be in for a long ride with them. They were heavily involved in this, somehow, and I was determined to figure out what their role was.
Were they friends or enemies?
One thing was for sure: me, my beast, and my new found darkness would kill anyone who betrayed us. I didn’t get this far in life to be used as a pawn in someone else’s game. I’d show them all that I was not the creature to mess with.
Life handed me claws, wings, and fangs.
If I had to, I’d turn them into weapons and see how much damage they could do.
Five fucking hours. They’d been gone five hours, and I was a wreck.
I figured that Lanier ran her off, scared her so badly that she jumped from his car and planned to never look back, but Quint wouldn’t let me go after them. He even went as far as to shift, standing in front of me in his Bull form, blocking the front door.
I was forced to either wait them out or engage his animal.
A minute before I got desperate enough to stab Quint, the front door opened, and Lanier blew through it with Annalise hot on his heels. Her hood was up, covering up the face I needed to see, and her hands were shoved deep in the front pockets of her hoodie.
“Hey, Pup,” Quint said, stepping in front of her, stopping her mad dash to the stairs.
“Get the fuck out of my way, or I will rip your dick off with my bare hands,” she warned, looking him dead in the eye.
Shocked, he stepped back with a confused expression before glaring at Lanier. I didn’t care about what Lanier had done, I just needed to make sure I fixed it.
Annalise stormed up the stairs, heading to Lanier’s room, probably because it was the only room she knew how to find. I followed her, staying a good distance behind so she didn’t see me and snap before she could even get in the room.
She took the last handful of stairs two at a time and made it to Lanier’s room quickly, slamming the door behind her.
I took a deep breath.
Lanier must have really fucked things up to elicit these emotions from her.
I didn’t like that she was upset. I wanted to fix it, but I wasn’t sure how she would handle me opening the door.
After a few seconds of thinking it over, I knocked once, twice.
Silence.
“Annalise, it’s Cabe,” I said quietly, not wanting to make her more upset. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine, Blue,” she called, her voice muffled.
“I’m coming in,” I said while turning the knob.
“No—” she started to say, but I was already inside, closing the door behind me.
She was lying in the center of his bed, the black sheets pooling around her body as she stared up at the ceiling. A heavy breath left her lips before she turned her head to look at me.
Those pretty eyes were sad and confused. My heart hurt seeing the look in them. She was dealing with so much, and we weren’t really helping her understand.