Page 101 of The Hunger
That seemed highly unlikely when she could barely maintain her altitude. Anger coiled in my middle at the thought of having to touch this mess myself.
My gaze shifted to the little vermin who’d been making a nuisance of himself for weeks now.
“Piepen, open your eyes and hear me.”
He groaned and opened his eyes. His listless gaze searched the room and stilled when he found me.
“I hear you, princess.”
“You will get up and you will clean the mess you’ve made of my bathroom. Every speck of sparkle. Am I clear? Don’t stop until it’s done.”
“Yes, Eliana.”
I stormed out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. What pathetic and useless creatures. After they finished cleaning, I would ensure they never desecrated the air I breathed ever again.
Once my sanctuary was restored, I would hunt and feed until every wood booger in this forsaken hicktown fell to their knees before me.
The sound of a light knock interrupted my thoughts and became the sole focus of my hunger and anger.
“Eliana?” a familiar voice said softly. “Is everything all right?”
That thing inside of me unfurled as I strode to the door. It beckoned the person who stood on the other side so strongly that when I opened the door, her eyes were already dilated and her breathing short. I could feel the lust rolling off of her.
“Things are far from right, Anwen,” I purred. “But you’re about to make them better. Find me a worthy sacrifice for my appetite. Now.” Her eyes widened, and she immediately disappeared.
My phone started to ring in the bathroom.
I strode in, my temper rising due to the lingering stink of their love play and the way my phone still glittered. Merri looked up from where she was scrubbing the faucet with a piece of toilet paper. Piepen didn’t move more than his arm from where he lay on the towel, cleaning a tiny patch of counter next to him.
“Why isn’t my phone clean?” I asked.
Merri immediately flew to it and wiped at the screen enough that I saw the fury’s name.
“Answer it, Merri, and put it on speaker.”
She nodded and quickly obliged.
“Are you my sacrifice, Fury?” I asked, my voice husky.
“Uh, Eliana?” Megan asked.
“Bring your mate, and I’ll show him ways to satisfy you that you’ve never dreamed of.”
“Oh boy.” There was a moment’s pause before I heard Megan’s muffled voice. “She needs me, Oanen. I’ll be right back.”
There was a pop of noise outside the bathroom door that drew me to my room. Megan stood near my bed. That was all it took for me to start feeding.
“Whoa,” she said, swaying on her feet. Her eyes dilated, and her pulse sped, only sweetening her taste. She took an unsteady step toward me. Then another. I knew to be wary of her. She was one of the most powerful creatures in the world. But I sensed no resistance or anger as she approached. Only pity under her growing lust.
She wrapped her arms around me. It wasn’t the lover's embrace I craved, though.
“Here, sister from another mister,” she said softly. “I don’t blame you for craving another hit of my Megaliciousness. Eat all you want. I got you.”
Her words pierced through the blanket of need weighing my sense of reason. I jerked in her arms and immediately stopped feeding.
“Megan, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Shh,” she said, hugging me. “It’s okay. Being hungry isn’t a sin. Redecorating your bathroom in glitter might be, but I swear to keep my judging to a minimum when it comes to your high-end tastes.”
