Page 28 of Red Ruin

“I’m not going to hurt you. And you’re not going to hurt me,” I say for him as much as myself. “Don’t you want more of my blood?”

His fangs pop. “Guide.”

Yeah. I know.

I need to work on their rampage vocabulary.

“Give me your hand.” I stretch sideways, trying to keep him away from Vhex.

I’m sensing a pattern, because Remington doesn’t listen.

He only does what he wants, dragging my hand to his fangs with icy fingers.

“No more biting.” Coaxing with silks, I lure him to move closer until I can reach his throbbing throat.

Remington swallows against my palm.

Does a muscle pulse need to feel that fucking good?

I pull him down to me until our foreheads bump.

His eyes are black, black,black.

They spin because he wants to suck me in.

I stare deep and never flinch. “You need me more than I need you.”

His silks and shadows flare, then flatten to his body.

It’s a start.

“Come back and join me in reality.” I hold his gaze. “Look at your office. Look at your base, Major.”

“No.” His magic rebels and his claws tighten at my wrist.

“Yes,” I insist, digging nails into his throat. “Talk to me. Help me clean up this mess. I know you’re in there, Remington.”

“Remy,” he growls into my blood.

“Remy,” I repeat,totally not breathlessly at all.

He’s in worse condition than Vhex, who’s busy humming into my ribcage. I can barely spare enough soul to keep them both from flaming out.

Yet my stubborn asshas towin this contest.

Just to prove I can.

I’m worth keeping.

I really, really am.

Feeling Remy’s hot breath, I tilt my lips.

His silks bite tight.

So do his claws.

I can’t feel pain when his hunger hits, hollowing me out.

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