Page 53 of SIN Bone Deep

The burning need was gone, and I lay in shock, fighting back tears. “What is wrong with me?” The wail burst free. “I bit you. I drank your blood. What did you do to me?”

For a moment, he did not reply, fighting to recover his breath, and he did not move from me, using his body weight to hold me down, although I did not struggle for freedom and just dripped my tears onto the highly waxed surface of the bonnet.

“Did your aunts not teach you about the balance of magic? You were dying, Nyx, and I was stealing you from Death himself. It wasn’t a simple process and required a little… tweaking of your humanity. It’s not a big deal, at all, just an accentuation of your natural talents. And believe me,” he purred the words. “I am more than happy to satisfy your new appetites at any time.”

“What… what is that you have done? Am I a vampire?” I could taste his blood on my tongue, feel it warm within my stomach. He was right. His blood was spicy, and a burn moved through me from lips to cunt, as if cum and blood sought to meet within.

“No,” he laughed it. “Fuck no. You weren’t that far gone that I had to bring you back to life. You invoked me in the nick of time. Just… when you get the itch and a bit hungry, invoke me, we’ll fuck, you’ll drink from me, and carry on. No big deal.”

“Those people… In the grocery store…” I was beginning to put the pieces together.

“Like I said,” he lifted from me and tucked his cock away, before fixing his top and running his hands through his hair, settling the red strands back into glossy order. “It’s not a problem, Nyx, as long as you’re not feeling horny and hungry, and when you are, call for me and I’ll make sure you can feed safely.”

“Shit,” I rolled over and slid off the car. I pulled my underwear back into place to capture the run of cum that began to leak from me. I felt… soiled and ashamed. And confused. Very confused. “Mal…”

“We’re going to be late,” he adjusted my dress, and my hair briskly, before running his thumb under my lip, cleaning up the line of lipstick. “Give it time, Nyx. A lot has happened very quickly. You will need time to grow accustomed to the changes.”

He rounded to the driver’s side and slid into the seat, starting the engine, before looking up at me. “Well?” He asked, arching an eyebrow. “Come along, Nyx.”

I got in. “Mal,” I tried again. “What did you do to me?”

He heaved a sigh and twisted in his seat whilst he performed a three-point turn, pointing us back towards the road to Pinegrove Academy. “I saved you, Nyx. I bent some rules so hard that Hell is using my negotiation skills as a precedent, but I saved you. Honestly,” he slid me a look out of the corner of his eye. “You were pretty broken. There wasn’t a lot of wriggle room for me to work with, but work I did, and voila, here we are, pretty much as if yesterday didn’t happen. All you need to do,” he swung the Porsche through the gates of Pinegrove and steered it down the winding drive, between the overgrown trees. “Is have a little sinful feast of your demon familiar’s massive cock on a regular basis and everything will be fine. Trust me. It’s going to be great.”

He parked the car and grinned at me. “We’re going to be a legendary pair, you and I, Nyx.” He didn’t wait for my response, grabbing the picnic basket from the rear of the car on his way to open the door. He offered me his hand. “Now let’s go find a nice spot for a picnic.”

I followed him through the pretty gardens until he picked a spot dappled with shade and produced a checked tablecloth, spreading it over the grass, and set the picnic basket down on top. I watched him, numbly, my mind a whirl with everything that we had spoken of, searching my memories of the Grimoires for an explanation that would tie together the threads of information he was sharing.

He had told me what I was, whether by a slip of the tongue or as a tease, counting on me not noticing the word amongst the sex.

“You made me into a… a succubus,” I tested it with him.

There was an almost imperceptible pause in his unpacking of the picnic basket, perhaps the slightest tension in the fabric of his top across his shoulders. And then he looked up, fire in his eyes and a smile on his lips. “Not now, Nyx,” he nodded with his chin behind me. “We’re not alone.”

I turned and saw that Xander, Laurie, Dawson, and Fleur were crossing the garden towards us. Xander suddenly took a detour, and the other two men laughed as he vomited noisily into a rose garden – thankfully a decent distance away.

The three left Xander to his violent regurgitation and continued to join Mal and me at the picnic site.

“You’ll have to forgive Xander,” Laurie laughed. “He had a bit too much to drink last night and has been chucking his guts up all day.”

“Normally holds his liquor better,” Dawson mocked as he threw himself down in a spread of long limbs. “I guess the legendary stomach had to surrender to tequila eventually.” He helped himself to the food spread on the checked tablecloth.

“Champagne?” Mal held the bottle out.

“Oh, thanks,” Fleur picked up a glass so that he could fill it. She sat beside me, her eyes flicking with worry to where Xander was sick.

“What was the event last night?” I wondered. It was odd to think that I had almost died and had spent the night burning under whatever magic Mal had cast to save me, whilst the four humans had been drinking and partying.

Fleur shrugged. “When do they ever need an event?” She took her eyes off Xander and met mine with an arch of a brow. “Other people vomiting makes me nauseous. Let’s talk about something else, or I will join Xander. Are you looking forward to classes starting?”

“Nervous,” I admitted. “I haven’t even received my uniform yet.”

“You’ll be fine. The Dean loves you,” she assured me.

“You right man?” Laurie called out to Xander. “Ugh,” he said to us. “I can do a lot of things, but vomit isn’t one of them.”

“I’m sorry,” Xander staggered away from the rose bush but kept his distance, his eyes averted and his face pale. “I shouldn’t have come. I’m going to go…” He turned and headed back towards the dorms without waiting for a reply.

“So,” Mal topped up the champagne glasses. “What are your goals for the future?”

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