Page 3 of Bitten By Chaos

“More,” I croaked, and he obliged, drilling into me, to reach that same spot again and again until I was so close, I began to tremble uncontrollably.

He slammed into me one more time, and we bit down on each other’s shoulders, as though it was a rehearsed dance. I tipped over that cliff’s edge, eyes rolling back in my head as I latched onto him with my teeth, and he spasmed inside of me, sucking my blood in time to the pulse of his cock.

When our bodies finished their mating dance, we lifted our heads, and I slid off his shoulders to the collapsed bed. It was then I realized I’d not only punctured the wall behind me but had caved in the plaster with my back.

“What the hell was that?” I asked, wide-eyed.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked, so serious I almost laughed out loud.

“So much,” I said and kissed him.

“You see why I thought it best to leave Hazel’s untouched,” he said spinning me around and setting me on the carpet.

“Oh yes,” I agreed, looking over the wall. “Sorry about that.”

“I’m not,” Julian said as he stalked toward me in a way that made me take a step back.

“Already?” I asked, though inside I was delighted. The hunger for him seemed to be insatiable.

He opened his mouth, flashing his fangs, and mine descended yet again without my permission.

We proceeded to christen Julian’s dining table, kitchen counter, and even the crystal chandelier that belonged in his house as much as any of the other mismatched furniture did. It ended up on the floor with a chunk of the ceiling on it. Little escaped our path of destruction, though we managed to leave the smaller kitchen table and a few chairs unmarred.

I fed twice more, each time able to control myself a bit better. In fact, the last person Julian brought to me wasn’t glamoured and was all too happy to ‘help me out.’

Finally, I felt like things might be manageable and decided to put on some clothing. But when I opened the drawer where I kept some of my things, Julian’s hand stopped mine. I turned to him in surprise then found myself held by the knees moments later, flipped upside down while Julian feasted between my legs, and I enjoyed taking him with my mouth at the same time. I never knew vampires had no gag reflex.

It was almost morning when we finally stopped, lying beside each other on the shag carpet of his now trashed bedroom.

Julian’s phone buzzed, and he zoomed away to retrieve it.

“What is it?” I asked, using my own super speed to join him, looking over his shoulder.

The text was from Hazel. A single word stared up at me, forcing one heavy thump from my chest.

Demons.

We’d mistakenly thought they’d stay in their dimension to regroup after our fight with SHADE’s all demon board and the Fae. Only two had survived. Apparently that had not deterred them from coming after us—after me.

“We have to go,” I said, zooming over to grab some clothes for real this time.

Julian joined me, and in seconds we were dressed and running hand in hand at top speed through the forest. It was obvious long before we arrived outside the cottage that there would be little left. Shadowy smoke plumed into the still dark sky as Hazel’s shapeshifting familiar Karma circled above in raven form.

I pushed myself harder, nearly colliding with my sister as she hurried from the scene. I stopped abruptly, taking her in my arms, mindful not to squeeze too hard as others surrounded us.

“They burned my house,” Hazel said, clearly still in shock.

Sam and Lydia flanked her, exchanging worried glances. Everyone’s face and clothes were smeared with soot.

“What happened?” I asked, holding Zoe at arm’s length. In retrospect, that might have been a mistake since I watched both understanding and horror melt over her as she took in my altered appearance.

“You…you…”

“Demons,” I said, trying to redirect her. But I knew if I could blush, I would have. She’d welcomed Julian into our home, but she’d also lost a father to vampirism. And here I was, turned just as he had been, with no warning.

“Zoe got us out just in time. They set the house on fire from all sides,” Sam said, eyeing me with what looked like pity that set my teeth on edge. How dare he judge me? He might be the shifter liaison and a wolf, but he seemed to be getting along pretty damn well with Lydia based on the fang marks peeking out from his t-shirt collar.

“They were looking for you, Doc” Lydia said, worry creasing her smooth face as she met my eyes.

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