Page 66 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“Yeah. Don’t mention it to Chase as I don’t think Dima or Lev need to find out.”

“Fine. Let me know where and when.”

I take Noah’s number and I text Jules about coming to the house for clean up. We continue to walk, and when we reach the entrance hallway, I see Simon standing against the wall, looking down at his phone.

“Hey Si, D wants you and Jules down for clean up,” I say, and he looks up in annoyance.

“Great,” he says, pocketing his phone away before looking down at my clothes and hands.

“Have fun? You probably should clean up before Tyler sees you,” he says, and I look down on myself. Shit. I didn’t think to clean myself up.

“It was so much fun, Si. But you’re right, I best go clean up,” I say before jogging up the stairs to my room.

I kick the door closed behind me so as not to get blood on the door, and disrobe in the bathroom, placing mine and Tyler’s knives on the counter. I’ll have to get the boys to dispose of my clothes with the body. I go to turn on the shower and wait for it to heat up. I walk back over to the mirror above the sink and look at the stained red on my naked body, loving how it looks. I remove the band from my hair and brush the tangles out of my mane when I see Ty walk up behind me, looking at the clothes on the floor before looking at me. This should be interesting.

“What are you doing up here?” I say, turning to face him. He looks at my hands and face, my neck where the evidence of Kane’s blood is on display.

“Chase just left with Noah and I was looking for you. That's not your blood, is it?” he asks.

“No. Not mine. Maybe you should leave until I’ve cleaned up.”

“No. I want to get used to this, I mean, not all of it, but seeing you like this. It somehow makes it all real,” he says as he steps closer, but I don’t make a move.

“Makes what real?”

“You. This is the real you, and it's something I don’t want to be hidden from me. I don't like it, and it's freaking me out a little that you’re covered in someone's blood, and believe me, I do not want details. But…I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”

“It doesn’t matter, Ty. You’re right, this is me and I’m not hiding it. I loved what I did just now, and I’m coming down from a major high.”

“Adrenaline?”

“Yes.”

Tyler starts to remove his clothes until he is naked too, and walks over to take my hand, guiding me into the shower.

No more words are said.

33

TYLER

Horror. That was my first reaction when I walked in on the bloodstained Ivan. But what did I expect? I knew what they were doing down there, but to see the end result knocked the wind out of my sails. But when he turned to look at me, all I could feel was the love I have for this man. Even covered in blood he's the sexiest man I’ve ever met. I will never understand that part of him, the thrill and high he gets from what he does, but that doesn’t matter. Not anymore. What matters is how he makes me feel, and how I make him feel. Just us. Right now, all I want to do is look after him, because that's what he did for me tonight. It was fighting to protect his family, and that includes me. I know that I’m safe from anyone while Ivan is around.

I pull him into the shower and we don’t speak. We just touch and feel. There are no more words. We’ve said all we can say today. Everything has been laid out in nothing but honesty, there is no lie or hidden meaning in what this is and who we are, and I’m grabbing onto that and never letting go.

I grab the soap and pour a generous amount into my palm. With total concentration, I lather his stained skin, removing the sin from his body and watching the pink water flow down the drain as the water rinses him clean. After I have finished with his body, I grab the shampoo.

“Bend your head down so I can reach,” I say, and he moves his head down so I can soap up his beautiful thick hair. Ivan moans as I massage the shampoo into his scalp. His body relaxes and sags as I continue to try to take away some of the tension in his body. When I’m finished he leans his head back under the showerhead and rinses the bubbles away. I watch his big arms bulge as he runs his hands through his hair. I follow the cascade of water running down his perfectly toned, tattooed skin, until it reaches his thick, semi hard cock. It's only been a day and I need him again. Need him to complete the puzzle of my body, he’s the missing piece that makes me whole.

I get under that shower with him, and give myself a quick wash. We don’t touch, we just look and take in every detail of each other. I turn off the shower and we both quickly dry off, but Ivan leaves his hair damp as we walk into the bedroom. I gasp as Ivan lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the bed. Then the brakes come off and we become a feral mess of need. He lands on top of me as we kiss and grope and bite each other, needing to touch every exposed part of skin. I’m in paradise. My cock aches, my ass throbs with the need to be filled. I’m a wanton whore right now, that only Ivan can satiate. But then, a momentary flash of the blood comes to mind and I need to ask. I push him back slightly and stare into his eyes.

“Did you taste his blood, Ivan? The guy you hurt?” Is this jealousy? Most likely, because if he says yes, I’ll scream. I’ll ignore the fact it’s jealousy over his tasting someone else’s blood…because that’s not weird at all.

“Fuck no. I only want your blood on my lips.”

“Do it,” I say, shocked at my own eagerness.

He looks at me with a smoldering look that I swear could get me to an orgasm. No smile, but an intense unblinkered stare, his jaw clenched and his eyes sinful as they bore into me. Without a word, he leaves the bed and goes to the bathroom before returning with a knife. He straddles my thighs, caging me in with nowhere to go. He lifts the blade that has a deep red handle and a small sharp blade. It looks untouched.

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