Page 63 of House of Crimson Hearts
“I took Amelia, and I sank my fangs into her neck and drained every drop of blood in her body.”
“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP, OCTAVIA. I’ll do it. I’ll stake you.” She puts her head in her hands pulling them down her face. The thought occurs to me then that something is definitely wrong. She shouldn’t be suffering this bad with blood lust, or blood rage or any withdrawal.
She’s panting, her torso heaving at the pressure building inside her. I hold my hands up against the wall, stretching my body tall.
An opening.
An invitation.
A temptation.
“She tasted delicious,” I purr.
She screams and slams one of the stakes through my hand and into the wall.
It hurts. Fuck it hurts like nothing else. Searing white hot pain radiates out where the wood has punctured my hand and fixed me to the wall.
And yet, my skin flushes, my pussy throbs in time to the pulsing in my hand…
And. I. Want. More.
I laugh at her. I know this is dangerous. The scar over my chest tingles a warning.Don’t piss her off too much.Don’t stray over the line, not when I know what she’s capable of.
She tried to stake me for real once when I snuck up on her while she was doing security rounds. Only she missed. She said it was an accident. I think she missed on purpose. That invisible bond between us, the one she doesn’t remember, always tying us together.
“Is that all you’ve got? Pathetic. No wonder you couldn’t save her,” I sneer.
She slams the other stake into my other hand pinning it to the wall. The pain is enough to make my eyes water, but I refuse to let them spill over. Because as much as it hurts, I am now so wet that I’m certain I’m going to soak through my knickers and into my trousers.
Besides, I could pull my hand off the wall whenever I want, I’m choosing not to. To stay pinned here because this is what she needs and what I’m getting off on.
“Now what?” I say and take a big inhale of air. “Do you feel better?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so. I told you the only way to rid yourself of the blood lust is to fuck it away and given I am your current object of desire, I’d say you need to fuck what you just pinned to the wall.”
Her face heats, angry lines sink into the sharpness of her jaw and across her forehead. “I hate you,” she snarls, and rips open my shirt, displaying my bra and the scar she gave me five years ago.
She points a finger at it. “One day.”
I just smile, all this bravado for nothing, she couldn’t stake me last time, she’s only playing at staking me today. And she won’t be able to do it next time either. I know her. I know what’s in her heart.
“What do you want, my little hunter?” I say.
“YOU,” she barks.
“Mmmhmm. So take me. Make me yours.”
She pulls a blade out of her back pocket and unhooks my trouser button. With brittle, agitated movements she pulls my trousers off and then uses the blade to shred my underwear.
“That’s the second set of underwear you have destroyed.”
“Well, if you’d stop feeding me your fucking blood, maybe they’d stay intact.”
She leans forward, pressing her fists either side of my waist, resting her head against my chest.
“This… what we’re doing…” she starts.
