Page 69 of Shifting Hearts 1
Seraphina was humiliated, but what could she do but follow his command. She lapped at the fluid as he shoved his fingers down her throat.
“Fuck. That’s so hot,” the woman said. “Are you sure you don't want to join us, cutie?”
As though remembering they weren’t alone, Jas loosened his grip and pulled away from Seraphina.
His over-the-shoulder glance at his lover was laced with hostility. “Get dressed and leave,” he barked.
“Aren’t you going to heal me first?”
The woman ran her fingers up her thin upper thigh and circled the set of puncture wounds. Jas pricked his fingertip and a drop of blood fell onto the bite mark. It miraculously disappeared before their very eyes.
“Does it hurt?” Seraphina whispered.
“Define hurt?” the woman asked as she shook her blonde hair and buttoned her blouse. “On second thought, don’t. Feeding is a very intimate experience. The pain is intense at first bite, but the pleasure is earth-shattering. Jas is the best I’ve ever had.”
The woman shuttered as if an orgasmic aftershock ran through her. She moved to try to kiss Jas, but he quickly recoiled from her.
Seraphina’s lip quivered as the shock wore off. She had to escape. She turned and ran out of the office. By the time she reached the street, she felt dizzy. Jas’s presence was overwhelming and left her breathless. Confusion and other foreign feelings swirled inside her threatening to explode.
The sunny afternoon sun had given way to pouring rain. She looked into the darkened sky and took it as a sign. Rain was a gift to the world as it brought forth spiritual cleansing and relief. She had participated in bringing forth the rain many times at home.
“I don’t understand, Father.” She raised her eyes to the sky. “Why did you send me here? That man is truly vile. How can I save someone who doesn’t want to be saved?”
She received no answer from her father. It was no surprise, she didn’t truly expect him to respond. He was a very busy man after all.
A flashy silver sports car pulled up beside her. A dark-tinted window rolled down and Jas’s growly voice greeted her.
“Get in the car.”
“No,” she responded sharply.
“Oh, angel. Don’t issue a challenge you can’t win. I enjoy the chase.”
“I quit.”
A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. “Get in the car. That isn’t a suggestion.”
Seraphina crossed her arms across her chest in defiance and jutted her hip to the side. Jas threw the car in park and slammed the door behind him as he exited the vehicle. He stalked up to her and towered over her, blocking the rain.
“You’re soaking wet. It’s not safe to wander the streets at night. Get in the car and let me take you home.”
“How gallant of you,” she spat sarcastically.
Jas opened the passenger side door and waited until she was situated before closing it with athunk. A moment later he slipped in the driver’s side. He moved with unnatural speed, making her dizzy.
“I could’ve gotten myself home.” Seraphina pouted.
“I know, angel,” he said.
“So why?”
Jas didn’t answer. His white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel and his ramrod posture were enough to raise the tension.
“Rest up. Tomorrow we start your training,” Jas said in parting.
She stood on the wet sidewalk in front of her building as the sleek car quickly sped out of view, swallowed by the night. She lifted her face to the rain, allowing it to mingle with her tears.
Her brother appeared a few minutes later and opened an umbrella over her head.
