Page 7 of Midnight Reign
And with that, he vanishes from sight in a swirl of his black robe.
“Well, fuck,” I mutter. “That was about as helpful as a chocolate teapot.”
Addy giggles, and then she lets out a loud laugh. I glare at her, but I think it’s nerves or shock. Her hysteria has her cackling, dropping to her knees as she wipes tears from her eyes.
I don’t know whether to join in or try to get her to focus again. In the end, I leave her to it and sit next to Zephyr, who looks like he went through the wringer and then got mangled on the other side.
4
ADELAIDE
I know it’s inappropriate,but I can’t stop laughing. The stress, pain, fear, and confusion of the past few hours suddenly hit me all at once, and I just lose it. My sides ache as I gasp for breath between fits of giggles.
“Addy?” Corvus’s concerned voice barely registers after a few minutes. “Are you alright?”
I wave a hand at him, trying to compose myself. “I’m fine,” I choke out. “Just processing.”
As my laughter finally subsides, I look around at my guys. They’re all watching me with varying degrees of concern and bewilderment. Zephyr still looks like death warmed over, his usually immaculate appearance marred by the blood drying on his face. Guilt washes over me.
“I’m sorry,” I say, sobering up and crawling over to him. I straddle him right there in the middle of the campus, not giving a flying fuck who sees me. “You all risked your lives for me. Thank you.” I kiss him deeply, and he responds eagerly. I gasp into his mouth as I feel my life force draining rapidly. He is taking my power from me.
No. I’m giving it to him. Freely, wantonly, unconditionally.
I would rather he have it than me.
“Fuck, Adelaide,” he murmurs against my lips. “Don’t.”
“Take it. You need it more than I do.”
“No,” he says firmly and pushes me away.
I go dizzy, and I collapse, his hands catching me before I hit my head on the ground.
“She needs blood,” Corvus mutters and shoves his wrist in my face.
I blink at it, and then, without warning, my fangs are down, and I grip his arms, slicing into his vein. I drink, gulping it back, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need everything.
“Slow down,” Zaiah says, coming to me and stroking my hair.
“She can’t,” Corvus says. “She needs more than I can give her. She needs human blood.”
“Where are we supposed to find that, then?” Ignatius asks as Zephyr tugs on my hair to get me to release Corvus.
I growl at him, but when I see the slow beat of his pulse in his neck, I leap at him. He catches me, and we fall to the ground. His cock is rock hard under my pussy as I grind against him, nuzzling his neck, needing him to give me his consent.
“Go for it,” he mutters and then grunts when I bite down hard.
His gorgeous Dark Fae blood pours into my mouth, and I groan in longing, needing every last drop.
Slow down, Addy.
The voice in the back of my head is easily ignored as I grip Zephyr’s shoulders and clamp down even harder. The bloodlust has hit me with force.
Suddenly, I’m yanked back by a strong hand on the back of my jacket, hauling me away from Zephyr and dangling me in mid-air as I kick and scream and claw to try to get back to the magickal, powerful blood that is sending me a little crazy right now.
“Miss Black,” Blackthorn’s voice cuts through my haze of bloodlust. “Control yourself.”
I kick out, but all he does is lift me higher with a supernatural strength that befits his station.
