Page 14 of Fated Redemption
Why couldn’t he just leave him alone! Rhys hissed low at the large man.
“You can’t leave me. I won’t let you. If you need my blood take it! Take every fucking drop, just don’t leave me. I can’t be alone again. I won’t!”
Rhys eyed the man suspiciously as tears ran down his cheeks in steady streams.
“Please.” The deep voice broke as it pleaded. “You have to come back. You’re my miracle.”
It was as if that single word held power over him. Miracle.
Grey eyes that smiled in kindness. Miracle.
Unconditional acceptance and support. Miracle.
His mate. His mate Moe, who had helped to nurse him back from the brink of hell.
Moe!
“Moe?” He gasped. The muscles in his throat constricted, demanding blood.
“I’m here, baby! I’m here. What do you need?” Moe asked, placing his hands on the tops of Rhys’s feet.
“Blood. Hurry,” he croaked.
Moe didn’t ask for explanation or permission. He simply scooped him up as if he weighed nothing and ran down the stairs. He cleared the second floor and before Rhys could blink they were at the ground level and heading toward the back of the bar where his blood storage refrigerator stood. Moe shifted Rhys so that he was holding him on his hip with one arm and with the other flung the freezer door open.
He ran inside and simply grabbed a handful of medical donation bags. He put Rhys down on the counter and grabbed a knife from a drawer. He punctured a bag and drained it into a glass. He put it in the microwave for a minute and turned back to face him.
“Hold on, baby, it’s coming.”
Rhys kept his eyes closed. In his head he was counting down. Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven. Not nearly soon enough, the microwave dinged, and Moe, heedless of the hot glass, handed him the blood. As he was gulping down the warm, thick liquid, he heard Moe put a second glass in the microwave. His body welcomed the rush the blood heralded, the fire in his veins. He upended the glass and used his tongue to capture every drop. A second ding, a second glass. It wasn’t until the sixth ding did that the rush subsided and his mind began to clear.
When he looked around he saw scattered blood-stained glasses. He looked down and to his horror he had dripped blood down his chin and chest. His mate stood there, chest heaving, tears in his eyes. The shame he felt threatened to destroy his humanity.
He covered his eyes, unable to face his mate. Anger consumed him. “Why!” His ragged cry reverberated off of the stainless steel appliances. “Why did this happen? Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this?” Each word came from his gut and burned his throat as he screamed. Moe simply stood there, silently waiting.
Rhys picked up the glasses and threw them against the walls. They shattered, covering the walls with flecks of blood. When he ran out of glasses he reached for the chrome stools and hurled them across the room. He was reaching for the table when large hands pulled him against a hard body.
“No! No! I’m not your mate. You deserve someone who is whole. Get off me! Get away!” Rhys struggled in Moe’s arms, trying to get away. He would move back in with the coven, lock himself away to keep Moe safe.
“Shut the fuck up,” the low voice growled.
The bass of the gravelly request had Rhys freezing mid-struggle.
In two steps Moe had him against the wall.
“You want blood? Fucking drink it! You want to break every glass in this bar? I’ll line them up for you. You want to redecorate our kitchen with a barstool be my guest, but if I ever hear you say you aren’t my mate I will shake the ever-loving shit out of you and claim you. You are mine! Every strand of your gorgeous blond hair, every muscle that hypnotizes me when I watch you move, every tear you cry, every smile, every fucking thing is mine!” Moe reached down and in one powerful jerk ripped Rhys’s pants down the front.
Before he knew what was happening, Moe lifted him in the air and with his large hands supporting him under his ass, his mate had him pinned against the wall, his groin at eye level. Before he could say a word of protest Moe swallowed his entirecock down. He bobbed up and down frantically, taking in every inch.
Rhys moaned out loud. It had been so damn long since he had even come. The addiction had overridden even his sex drive.
Moe came up off his cock and Rhys whimpered. Moe dipped back down and licked and nibbled his balls as they rose up against his body. He was so damn close.
“Please.”
Moe stopped and looked up at him, meeting his lust-filled gaze from across his body.
“Please who?”
