Page 46 of Their Blood Rite

I wince as the broken bone in my wrist snaps back into place. I pull away from him, gasping in a deep breath and look to see the bone slowly sinking back beneath my skin. I check my wrists. The cuts I made are closing.

The euphoric lightness lingers but is not as strong as it was when I was drinking from him.

‘Y-you healed me?’ I peer up at him with a confused frown. He’s still towering over me like some angry god. ‘I didn’t know you could do that. How… why…’

‘Did I say stop?’

‘What?’ I breathe, still half aware of all that’s happening. That I’m healed. Thathisblood healed me.

His blood. Fuck. His blood was good…

He leans down, his face in mine.

‘Get. Your fucking mouth. Back on me,Pixie,’ he growls.

He pulls his wrist back to my lips and holds me by my hair again.

I become weightless and warm. I lose all self-control. Hell, I throw it away and do so gladly.

For this? For this peace and stillness? I’d give anything. Anything at all not to be that frightened little girl back under her bed, quivering and sobbing. The terrified little girl who would rather slaughter herself than breathe another day.

I grip his arm and keep him close, falling back as I sink into this unnatural depravity.

I take him with me, drinking deep as I do. My back hits his bed. Shaw, the vicious warlord who slaughtered my kind and countless others, comes willingly, leaning over me with his elbow sunk into the mattress by my head.

‘Fuck…’ he hisses, smirking and kicking my feet apart. ‘I forgot how much fun this is.’

They all inhale something in the air.

‘She likes it,’ Archie admires. ‘You smell that? Do you smell her arousal?’

‘Of course she likes it,’ Shaw replies. ‘She’s a little blood whore, aren’t you, Pixie? Just like the others were when they were alive.’ His free hand sinks between my legs. I outwardly gasp as he plunges them inside me with no warning. My mouth falls open, and I grip his intruding hand, trying to stop it fromgoing deeper. ‘You’re just like the others. Bloodthirsty hearts with a carnivorous cunt, consuming everything and everyone around them.’ His fingers go deeper, his knuckles pressing into my entrance. ‘You want my cock, Blood whore?’ he adds a third finger, and I cry out at the intrusion. At the pain. At the fullness. And when he starts massaging me deep inside, I let out a shaky breath of pleasure. ‘You want all of our cocks?’

I pull away, taking in deep breaths. I think my lungs will pop. Archie and Dorian have placed themselves on either side of him. All three are looking down at me with salivating lips and hungry intentions. I don’t know where to look.

‘I’m a virgin,’ I tell them. ‘I don’t want-’

‘We know you’re a virgin,’ Shaw shrugs. ‘We can smell it on you. Never met a virgin Blood whore before. Tell me. Do you want to cum?’

‘W-what?’

‘You heard me.’

‘I don’t want sex.’

‘I didn’t ask that.’

I look between them all and find myself nodding.

‘Restrain her!’ he orders.

Dorian and Archie each take a wrist and pin them at my side.

‘If you want us to stop, say so. Got it?’ Shaw says. ‘Say you understand.’

‘I-I understand.’

He thrusts his wrist back into my mouth, filling me once more with his sweet, delicious blood.

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