Page 17 of Taken to the Deadlands

When I fit a third finger into her, she let go of all inhibitions. She bucked against my hand, her moans bouncing off the walls.

And for the first time in years, I felt a dull, pulsing heat between my legs.

It was so sweet. The smell of her. The taste. It had the frenzy getting closer and closer by the second.

Before I could stop myself, I lightly bit her nipple. She tensed, the pain throwing her into her orgasm. She cried out, arching her back. The movement was abrupt enough it had my teeth ripping her soft flesh.

The sweet taste of her blood flooded my mouth, overtaking everything. Every thought of wanting to fuck her was replaced with something else. Something more violent.

My body jerked back before the frenzy could take hold of my mind.

Stupid. Stupid, horny demon.

I pushed away from her and slapped my hand over my mouth and nose. If I wasn’t careful, even just breathing her scent would cause the frenzy to worsen.

And even though I knew that, I still let myself lick the lingering blood from my teeth, unable to conceal the moan of tasting delicious human blood for the first time in forever.

I wanted more. Like an addict, I was already itching to take an even bigger bite next time.

I caught sight of her sitting up on the bed with a dazed expression before I turned toward the exit. All rational thought had left my mind, and I was only filled with the need to feast. To go back andtake.

My legs were the only ones that listened to my wishes. They stayed still, binding me to the ground.

Images of going back to the bed, sinking my teeth into her, all while fucking her until she couldn’t even remember her own name flashed through my mind. I would make it good for her, that much I knew.

She wouldn’t even know what hit her. She wouldn’t scream and cry. No, she would be begging me to keep going.

But after? After, she would end up just likeher.

“Are you?—“

My head snapped to look at her. I hadn’t heard her approach, but when I turned, she was a mere couple of feet away from me. Still naked and with her arm reaching out to me.

She has a fucking death wish.

“Don’t!”

She flinched as the gargled sound of my voice ripped through the quiet of the room.

My eyes narrowed on her bloodied breast. I hadn’t realized how deep I had cut her. And still my mouth watered.

I took a shaky step toward her.

“Sorry,” I said after clearing my throat. “Let me help you clean it up. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

My voice had changed. It was soft, enticing. The frenzy was still there, but instead of openly attacking her, it was trying to coerce her into letting me devour her. I was falling further into it without even realizing.

The frenzy wouldn’t attack her openly at first. It would try and coax her into giving in. Make her give herself to me willingly. Only then would I lose all control and it would be too late for her.

Her arms crossed over her chest, and she turned to the side. She was shaking.

“Go calm yourself,” she whispered. “I will clean up. Please don’t come back until you are ready. I don’t want to di—” She paused before continuing. “We have a deal, don’t we? I’m no use to you if I’m… dead.”

Her words cleared enough of the haze for me to force my body to turn around and march straight out of that room.

Chapter 8

Mia

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