Page 7 of Blood Bonds

The man had the face of an avenging Angel, like some heavenly warrior fallen from grace and turned into a nightmare version of what he once was. His face was sculptured in flawless lines, and his chiseled jawline was dusted with stubble framing his seamlessly shaped lips. Lips that were currently lifted at one side as he smirked down at me. The blood that stained the lowerpart of his face gave him such a sinister edge, it should have detracted from the picture of perfection.

His dark blonde hair was cut shorter at the sides and longer at the top in a styled mess, that looked like it took him all of two seconds of running his hand through it to achieve the perfectly handsome look. And as for his body, well, he was a powerhouse of muscle because clearly the guy spent time in the gym. That or he just built his muscles up from breaking guys in two because, clearly, the guy had no issues with breaking bones.

He had a straight noble nose, and his nostrils flared slightly like he was scenting me again. But it was those light green eyes that were no longer glowing silver that made me truly squirm. His low brows gave a dangerous element to what I knew could aid him into looking fierce and menacing in a second.

But right now, he continued to look amused as he did the same as me. His eyes scanned the length of me, and it was like he was memorizing every feature… although I had no idea why. It wasn’t like I was getting out of this alive. For one, I had just witnessed him committing murder and second, I had seen so much more than a murder because clearly…

He wasn’t human.

“Such a shame… you were a pretty little thing,” he said after he raised my face up by first taking hold of my chin.

I swallowed hard, unable to forget that he was speaking in past tense, like I was already dead. It was enough for me to take a quick step back, leaving his hand suspended in the air where my chin had once been.

However, in my retreat I didn’t get far because he was suddenly behind me in another blur of movement my eyes weren’t superior enough to track. It was as if the shadows were aiding his movements, leaving inky smoke in their wake. To the point that my retreating steps actually took me into his chest,and I was forced to stop trying to escape him seeing as he was once again at my back.

“Enjoy Heaven, Angel,”he whispered down at me before suddenly my head was yanked off to one side. Although it had to be said that his hold on me felt far gentler than what he had bestowed on the other guy. One hand covered my forehead instead of being a fist tearing at my hair, and his other arm banded like steel across my chest as I was held in an unbreakable hold.

The pain of his fangs piercing my flesh had me crying out, his bite cutting deep in my mind and staying there until something strange started to happen that I didn’t expect. Something that increased with every pull of my blood he drew from me, sucking me deep.

I never expected…

The pleasure.

One that had started to build and had me gasping as I reached up and dug my fingers into his forearm at my chest. The leather of his jacket creaked under my desperate hold. Was I even trying to get him off me or was I holding him there?

However, it seemed that I wasn’t the only one who had something unexpected happen because the second he felt me begin to sag in his hold, he suddenly pulled back. His fangs were no longer in my flesh. He then snarled down at me a single word.

One I didn’t fully understand the meaning of.

“Mine.”

Chapter 3

When Blood Sings

Talon

Fuck!

Fuck…we found her.

The second her blood burst across my tongue it sang to me. It was a taste I knew I would instantly crave with every fiber in my supernatural being… nothing like the lowly cretin I had killed. The blood of a traitor was normally so sweet, but it had tasted like ash compared to this!

I never even imagined this was what it would have tasted like, having only ever heard stories of our kind meeting their fated mate. Their…

MoiraiTheia.

Fables were told to our kind like myths you grew out of really believing. It was a cruel reminder of an endless life, one that passed by each year, only to welcome more disappointment as each century rolled into the next without ever finding her.

Which was why I was fucking astonished by the fact that I was actually holding her in my arms. This pretty little goddess that was going fucking nowhere. The moment I realized she hadbeen playing a little witness, I had taken one look at her face and hated what I knew I would have to do next.

Despite what I was, a monster to all that knew me other than my brother, I still hated killing innocents. Thankfully there was enough mortal monsters out there, meaning there was no chance of us ever going hungry. Although, now I didn’t foresee me being sated by another ever again.

Not now I had tasted her.

I swear, for the first time in as long as I could remember, I was fucking giddy, feeling how I could only imagine a child did on Christmas morning. I couldn’t wait to tell my fucking brother, knowing he would be just the same. He would be ecstatic to the point the broody fucker may even smile.

But first, I had to put my angel to rest because she was starting to squirm harder in my hold and I feared she would only end up hurting herself. Something that wasn’t acceptable to me.

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