Page 17 of Forever Frenzy
Seth nodded.
Tage’s hands found my face. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing slowly up and down, like the weight of the world rested on it.
I took his face in my hands, too. “Don’t numb me. I want to feel it. All of it.” And then I wanted to funnel every ounce of pain in Sekhmet’s direction. Darkness that could be felt, tasted, and drowned in. I wanted to smother her into nothing and feel her realize that was all she was.
Nothing.
“I need your blood,” I pleaded.
Tage’s fangs slowly extended, and he took one hand away from my face long enough to pierce the pad of his thumb with it. As the coppery scent of blood filled the space between us, I didn’t wait for him to offer the droplet. I grabbed his thumb and drew it into my mouth, the warmth of me melting with the roughness of his skin. The familiar fire came with an unexpected ferocity, a wrath I didn’t remember.
My blood was an inferno that couldn’t be contained or controlled.
It burned.
Fire.
Heat.
Anger.
Tage held tightly to me. “Look at me,” he demanded. “Eyes on me.”
But my eyes were melting. They were on fire, too.
I tried to focus, but they blurred.
Then all of a sudden, everything became clear. Too clear. Sharp. Every grain of sand. The sound of them all being pushed by the wind was deafening.
My stomach.
Fire.
Hunger. Anger. Fear.
Too loud, Tage called for Seth. My son.
Our son.
I looked at him as Seth stepped closer, fear etched on his face.
Fear.
Of me.
Of the monster that was me.
But I was this monster with or without the bloodthirst.
Trembling with need and power.
“Let her bite you,” Tage said to Seth.
“NO!” I growled, wheeling around to throttle Tage for even suggesting it.
“Bond to him so you know where he is, Porschia. So you can keep him safe.”
Safe.
