Page 27 of The Midnight Order
The other two weren’t so lucky in all this, especially when it was our fault that this happened to the four of us.
Something he and I have lived with for decades.
At first, I pulled away from him, knowing it was wrong of us to have this connection when we took so much from the other two.
Then, I couldn’t resist any longer.
He’s the other half of my soul, and I’ll never be able to be rid of him.
“You always feel so good, my love,” he grunts, and I can’t help it when my fangs descend with a hiss that splits out of me.
His thrusts are shallow as he nips my lip, tasting my blood as he claims me with each drive.
“Please,” I beg, not knowing what I’m truly pleading for.
I’m hungry, but for what?
Blood?
To come?
To be free?
All of it, I presume.
I’ll always long for each one.
“God,” he groans, pressing deeper inside me as I lose the battle with one craving and sink my fangs into his neck, feeling the very moment his vein gives way and spills into my mouth like a river of metallic liquid flooding a bank.
Blood sharing between vampires is usually forbidden because of how high it takes us; how delirious it can make us. Inthe golden age of vampires, blood sharing caused war and wiped entire covens off the map.
Once you start, it’s difficult to stop.
Another vampire’s blood, especially your mate’s blood, tastes like the most euphoric thing.
Although I’ve had plenty of practice, I sometimes overdo it.
“Drink me down. Good boy,” Asher hisses, and I feel the moment my cock swells between us as I come undone, breaking my lips from his throat as blood squirts out of it at the loss of my fangs, keeping it closed.
“That’s it, take me deeper. Fuck…” Ash grunts, pressing inside me with a last thrust as he comes and shudders.
“Come here,” I whisper, pulling him back down to me as I lick over his neck, closing the wound.
He shivers before pulling back mere inches to look down at me.
“I needed that,” I tell him, knowing he’ll feel bad for the amount of cleaning I’ll have to do because of the blood splattered everywhere in the lab.
“I know you did. I’ve been in here for a while, watching you.”
“This one’s different,” I tell him.
His eyes look sad as he searches my face. “Is she? I don’t think we should get our hopes up.”
“I don’t want to get your hopes up, but I truly feel like she’s different.”
“Different enough to be the key?”
I shake my head, grappling for what words to give him. Asher is a loose cannon on his best day, and giving him false hope is the most ignorant thing I could do, but if I truly believe her to be so…
