Page 112 of Forged in Blood

Her brows pinch together in a scowl that does nothing to sate the desire coursing through me. “And I didn’t. I only asked her if she knew about elementai. If you won’t give me any answers, how else am I supposed to learn about them? How to control my powers?”

“I specifically told you?—”

“I didn’t tell her anything you told me.” She tries to wrench her arm free of my grip, but I hold tight. Tears fill her eyes. “You said I have power, but I don’t feel it. You said I have to learn to control it, but how do I do that if I don’t even know what my powers are? What I am?” The last words come out on a sob that wrenches something deep inside my soul.

I growl in frustration and mutter a Greek curse.

She blinks and a tear rolls down her cheek.

“I will teach you.” A sigh heaves out of my chest. “But you are not to discuss anything further with strangers. Do I make myself clear?”

“But Cadence is my friend.”

I pull her closer. “Only because she does not know who—or what—you are.”

She yanks her arm so forcefully that I release it for fear she will tear the limb from its socket. She folds her arms across her chest once more, her face flaming with fiery indignation. “Yeah, well, she had some very interesting things to say about the elementai and what happened to them.”

Blinding rage courses through me, and I growl a warning. She ignores me and rubs at the mark I left on her arm.

“What lies did she tell you, little one?”

She flicks her pink hair from her eyes with a toss of her head. Her pulse flutters in her throat, and the pounding of the blood in her veins calls to me like a siren’s song. Her scent makes my mouth water, but it is the defiant tilt of her jaw that makes my cock ache. “How vampires wiped out the elementai. How they wouldn’t stop killing and torturing until every last one was gone.” The accusation in her tone snaps something in me, and I lose the control I have been holding onto since the moment I first sensed her in my house all those weeks ago.

My hand is wrapped around her throat before she can blink. Her blue eyes fill with fear and excitement, and I already know how this day will end. And to my eternal shame, I succumb to my baser instincts, allowing them to take the reins. I push her toward my desk, and the soles of her black boots squeak on the wooden floor as she stumbles backward.

“Shall I enlighten you as to what really happened to the elementai, Ophelia?”

“P-please,” she rasps, her throat flexing under the pressure of my palm.

I drop into my chair and pull her onto my lap. Her plaid miniskirt rides up, exposing the creamy skin of her thighs, and the scent of her pussy clouds what is left of my faculties.

I loosen my grip on her throat, and she sucks in a ragged breath. “Please tell me, Professor.” Her plea claws at the wounds etched deep into my soul.

I cannot tell her. Speaking about the horror of the elementai genocide is too raw, the pain too visceral, even after five long centuries. My free hand snakes up her thigh, and goosebumps break out along her supple flesh. My cock throbs, hardening further at the weight of her pressed against me. I shift my hips, causing my length to rub against her heat, and she whimpers, dropping her hips and seeking more friction.

“Tell me,” she whispers.

“I cannot tell you, little one.”

Her eyes swim with tears. “But you said…”

I press my forehead to hers. “I can only show you.”

Her slender throat convulses beneath my hand, sending a current of electric fire down my forearm. Taking her will be brutal and cruel, but I am as incapable of stopping what is about to happen as I am of stopping the sun from rising tomorrow. It is the end of the world as I know it. An inescapable insanity and the beginning of the end. But it has been an inevitability from the moment I met her.

Her eyes seem to glow with hunger. My gaze trails across her face, over her cheekbones and along her jawline down to her neck. I move my thumb, exposing an expanse of skin at the base of her throat where her vein pulses thick with her blood. My fangs ache, and I flick my tongue over the tips, tasting my own blood when their sharpness pierces my skin.

I run my nose over her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent, and a whimper tumbles from her lips. Her blood thunders beneath her skin, so tantalizingly close to my lips and my tongue that it hurts to stop myself from tasting her for a second longer. Without waiting for her consent, I sink my teeth into her flesh.

My fangs pierce her delicate skin. Her blood floods my mouth.

I am lost.

Her taste floods every part of me, tying me to her and this moment for all eternity. She permeates my heart, my soul, every cell of my body. I feast on her like a starving animal, a beast that has been caged for too long before finally being allowed to devour the object of its obsession. Andsheis my obsession.

Euphoric power lights me up from the inside out, sending me into a frenzy. I should force myself to stop before I drink her dry, but I cannot pull away. I want her. Ineedher.

She runs her fingers through my hair, tugging my head back and arching into my mouth at the same time. Then she moans my name, and the sound crashes over me, searing white-hot desire and the animalistic need to claim her into every cell of my body. I stop sucking and lick the trail of blood dripping down her collarbone. She grinds her pussy against me, and I mutter a curse and free my cock from my pants, basking in the sweet relief of allowing my aching shaft some room. Then I slip my hand between her thighs and tear her panties in half. She gasps, her eyes hooded with desire. And when I lift her to line the crown of my cock up with her entrance, she clings to me.

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