Page 62 of Blood Bought

He shoved his fingers inside of her roughly until she was screaming into his palm, but she didn’t need her voice. Not with me.

“Your hand,”she thought, loudly and directly at me.“Yours.”

“That’s my girl. Be my sweet girl, baby.”Focusing on her was difficult when all I wanted to do was rip his head from his shoulders and finally shut that bloodthirsty beast up, but she needed me.“Remember the first time I touched your pussy? The first time you came for me?”

“Yes.”

I could smell it then, the change, the way her blood responded to me. I could smell her juices covering that fucking bastard’s fingers, hear the pounding of her heart, the throbbing of her cunt, the way her brain and body weren’t on the same page.

Blood.

No. Not blood. Her, only her.

“There she is. We’re getting there, beautiful. Keep breathing for me. Focus on the things we’ve done together.”

“Am I not doing enough, bloodwhore?” Ciro asked, scratching across her torso so hard it made her bleed, and the sight alone was enough to fuck with my focus.

I was so thirsty, just a drop would help me, and as it dripped down her gorgeous skin I was practically salivating.

“Better,” he growled, sinking his teeth into her neck again as he slapped the open wounds hard enough to make me flinch. She screamed through his splayed fingers, shaking violently as he sucked her delicious blood, and the beast inside me threatened to take hold. The one that nearly begged him to take her apart so ruthlessly a drop of her blood might fly my way for a taste, the one that didn’t care what the flavor was. It just needed blood.

But this was my Adalind. My mate, and no matter how starved I was, I couldn’t let either of the monsters in this dungeon win.“Stay with me,”I reached out again, this time for both of us.“Your body is mine, we’re just getting a little rough this time, is all. You love to bleed for me, don’t you, my sweet girl?”

She didn’t respond. Her thoughts were sluggish, jumbled. I couldn’t make a word out, just senseless, deep pain.

Ciro pulled back, a wicked grin on his crimson face. “Want some, little prince? Think you’ll ever be able to stop?” he asked, dropping her and stalking forward with his shirt drenched in my mate’s blood. “Want to lick it off my fingers?”

All I could see was red. Beautiful, delicious red, gliding down his fingers onto the floor.

Blood.

My life force.

I lost all control of myself as I nodded, my face pressing painfully against the bars as I waited for a drop, for anything he would give me.

“There you go,” he crooned, sliding his fingers into my mouth. “There’s a good boy. Even sweet, she’s better than I dreamed.”

I drowned out his words and focused on the only thing that mattered: the taste, the smell, the power even the smallest drop filled me with, and then I sucked harder. I was desperate for more, desperate to quench that thirst and dampen that hunger that suddenly defined me.

There was nothing left of me but that monster.

“I think that’s good. Just enough to whet your appetite so once I’m done with her, you’ll finish her off yourself, hm?” He dragged his fingers back slowly, then backpedaled as he watched me. Adalind was already limp and half out of it as he lifted her wrist to his mouth and bit again, sucking, drinking what wasmine,the blood that belonged tome—

I focused on the barrier between us, yanking on the metal harder and harder until I felt give under the left bar, then I used all of me to rip it from the rock and toss it to the side.

By the time I squeezed through, Ciro was gone, leaving the only thing I needed behind for me.

Blood.

In seconds, I was on her, sinking my teeth into her skin with a groan and sucking without any regard for anything else, and I silenced out the world around me as I took my fill.

“Alaris, no!”

I heard him. Who “him” was, I didn’t know in that moment, and I also didn’t care.

Blood.

Blood.

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