Page 36 of Blood Lust

I can taste his soul.

His anguish.

God, he is fucking delicious.

I moan as I drink from him, and he writhes beneath me. His good arm presses me against him in desperation.

He moves his hips against me, and I can feel his arousal.

“Wren.” He breathes in my ear.

What the fuck?

I pull back from him. He is done, his heart is slowing, but I have the urge to look into his unseeing eyes. Except that they are no longer unseeing. He is breaking through his compulsion, but how? “Wren, I’m sorry, baby, forgive me? I didn’t mean to leave you behind.”

He captures my lips in a kiss. Uncaring that his blood still lingers there. He forces his tongue into my mouth, massaging mine as he does. I am surprised, but I do not fight it. Does he know me? Is this the man from the accident? That would explain his arm. Apologies fall from his mouth as he abandons my lips for my neck. He burrows his good hand in my hair.

“If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.” Whispers into my skin send a shudder through me. I can feel something awakening. “Wren,” his voice is pleading. “I missed you so much, baby.”

We shift, and my body lowers to the couch as he pushes me down. His weight on me feels familiar. I should stop this. I’m not his anymore. I am different. I am Oz’s.

The clinking sounds of a buckle draw my attention back to my human. He is guiding my hand, slipping it around his shaft. Pressing into me, he moans. “I’ve fucking missed you so much.”

Soft hands slide over my skin with a familiarity I’m not sure I like. He has ditched the sling, and is being extra careful with moving that arm. He undoes my pants at my waist and sends his hand searching, pressing his mouth back into mine. His fingers find what they are searching for, and he groans with longing into our kiss.

I have no such longing.

No arousal sparks inside of me.

He doesn’t seem to notice much or care. The way he drags his hand across my dry folds is uncomfortable. He thrusts into my hand, seemingly enjoying himself, though. “I knew you would come back to me,” he whispers, his voice heavy and filled with desire. “I just knew there was no way some fucking townie would steal you away.”

Townie?

A memory slips into my mind. I am standing in an aisle, plucking a box from the shelf, when I see Oz’s face. Startled, I drop my item, and he returns it to me. Sparks fly between us, and I want him. I want him even before I know him. We are going to connect. We lose ourselves in each other, in the strange feeling of yearning that captures us both before Spencer comes.

“I didn’t come all the way out to this god-forsaken hell hole to watch my girl eye fuck some townie!”

My human is now trying to tug my pants down, growing frustrated with the difficulty.

However, I am too busy dealing with swimming images to pay him much attention. Visions of the road looming before us. Of a speed that was much too fast. Of me crying and begging him to slow down. His refusal, and his use of the car to intimidate me. His hand, tight around my neck.. The road again, I feel worthless, I feel like nothing.

“SPENCER, SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!”

Then, the accident.

Waking up alone.

My fight to get free.

Drowning.

Everything starts to move in reverse.

I see the sadness in me before we take our trip.

I feel the hatred I carry besides my love for him. I can feel the sharp sting of his palm strike my face. Flashes of the bruises past, long sleeves, make up, excuses. I feel the fear he drives into me. I can hear the sounds of all of his berating. All of his insults. The months of trying to fix something long since broken.

The faces of my parents swim into view. The love, the family. Dinners, errands, and helping my mom with her daycare. Creating fun activities for the kids in the summer. College, high school, all of it. It is all back, and it is all mine.

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