Page 75 of Savage Torment

“What does that mean?” I ask, my brows pulling together in confusion as she turns to glance out her bedroom window for a moment. I wait her out, but when her eyes find mine again, I notice a determination that wasn’t there before.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” she asks, making it clear she’s attempting to change the subject. I consider my options on whether I want an actual explanation, but the pain in my arm is unbearable, which means I need to curb my curiosity for now.

“Actually, there is, but it requires your blood,” I state, noting her short inhale of breath.

“How?”

I raise my eyebrow at her. “Do you trust me?”

“I don’t know,” she admits, and my eyes widen in surprise at her admission.

“That’s not a no.”

“It’s not a yes either.”

“Do you trust the wolves?”

She presses her lips into a thin line as she tilts her head at me. “Give me a reason to trust you.”

I hear what she’s not saying. She trusts them, but as much as she says she doesn’t know whether she trusts me, she wants to.

“You’re my bound. Your blood is an elixir like no other to me. You taste euphoric, making it impossible to indulge anyone else’s blood, but you also have the ability to heal me. Just as I had the ability to heal you.”

Her cheeks glow brighter with every truth I offer her. I hold my hand out, letting her see that even though I could just sink my teeth into her, I don’t. I wait for her. She blinks at me, then blinks again, nerves leaving her gaze to bat back and forth between each of my eyes until she clears her throat and gingerly places her wrist against my palm.

“Don’t hurt me,” she whispers, and I sense there’s more to that statement than just what’s happening in this moment. Things I’m definitely not going to address right now.

Instead, I bring her delicate wrist to my lips, pressing a soft kiss against her skin before I rake my teeth along her vein. Her pulse thunders against the pad of my finger, matching the racing of her heartbeat. As quickly as I can, I snag my fang against her flesh, piercing her ever so slightly before I tear my head away.

I can smell her in the air. The desire to feed off her is overwhelming. The soothing sound of her pulse disappears asmy own begins to roar in my ears, but despite my desires, I bring her wrist to my wounded arm.

Without lifting my gaze to look at her, refusing to let her see a glimpse of the need on my face, I focus on watching the droplets of blood drip from her broken skin onto my wounded arm. I hiss at the initial contact before the spot immediately heats.

I let two more droplets fall on my wrist before I spin her arm and encourage her back a step.

“Blaze,” she breathes, hand clamping down over the wound, but we both watch intently as I heal from her touch.

Fuck.

That’s something else.

“Wow,” she whispers when nothing but crimson stains remain on my skin, the gaping holes closed completely.

The main door to the building opens, the sound of thundering footsteps following the creak, and I know our time is up. Rising to my feet, I stand toe to toe with the woman who has irrevocably changed my life without even trying to. She doesn’t know the ramifications that will come our way or the challenges we shall forever face, but for now, she remains innocent and sweet, just for a little while longer.

“Thank you.” I cup her chin, running my thumb over her cheek as I lightly tilt her head back.

Her throat bobs as she gulps nervously, and I lean in, placing a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth just as a pounding on her door vibrates throughout the room.

“Saved by the devils themselves, Amica Mea,” I murmur, and she frowns, fingers curling into my t-shirt as she stares into my eyes, dancing with my soul.

“And if I don’t want to be interrupted?”

“Soon, Amica Mea. When the time is right,” I promise, my cock throbbing against the waistband of my pants as she clings to me.

“I don’t think the time will ever be right,” she mutters, disappointed, and I grin.

“It will be sooner than you think.”

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