Page 448 of Bitten By the Fae
Perhaps, I replied.But the blood coffee contained more than enough mortal essence to replenish her today.
I considered her as she moaned against Zakkai’s mouth, her body hungry for more of his blood. He didn’t hesitate in offering more, but my lips curled further downward at the display.
I think the source is preparing her for the next trial,I said slowly to Zeph.It must sense something big coming.
Sacrifice, he replied.Yes?
It doesn’t necessarily have to come in that order, but yes, that would be the typical path.And it could require so many things of her.
With my grandfather leading the way, who knew what he would do?
Then let’s take her back to the suite and properly nourish her, Zeph suggested.
Yes, I agreed.
We’d bathe her in blood if that was what she needed.
And then we’d hold our breaths and hope that we’d given her enough.
My stomach cramped,stirring me from my sleep.
Hungry, I thought.So hungry.
But I’d fed from all my mates before falling into bed. Then Zeph and Kols had invited me to play sex gymnastics with them… and they’d fed me again before I’d passed out.
Yet I wasstarved, and it wasn’t food that I desired, but blood.Ugh, I groaned to myself. Zeph slept soundly beside me, his palm on my hip.
Kols was at my back with his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me to him.
Both of them were sound asleep, content, and well sated.
Disturbing them felt wrong.I’ll just, uh, shadow to the kitchen, and pop back after I have a bag of blood.
I’d never actually indulged straight from the plastic before because Zeph had been adding it creatively to my meals. But I knew there were bags in the fridge for that purpose.
Twisting my lips to the side, I engaged in Shade’s ability to teleport by shadow and magicked myself a pair of pajama pants with a tank top as I materialized in the kitchen.
Zakkai stood next to the fridge with his shoulder braced against the wall and a bag of blood already in his hand. “It’s warm,” he said softly.
“How did you…?”
“You were dreaming of blood,” Shade murmured from behind me.
I looked over my shoulder to find him sitting at the table with a book and a glass of red juice beside him.
“Made this in case you prefer it over the bag,” he said, gesturing to the drink. “Or in case you need both.”
I swallowed, my mouth watering.
Zakkai handed me the bag, the top uncapped and releasing a metallic aroma.
I wrapped my lips around it and sucked, groaning as the liquid hit my tongue. Zakkai remained against the wall as he watched, his irises flaring with power. He was dressed in a pair of sleep pants and nothing else. Just like Shade.
When I finished the bag—in what had to only be a minute—Shade stood and handed me the juice.
I put the straw between my lips and began to suck while Zakkai disposed of the bag and pulled another from some sort ofwarming unit next to the refrigerator. It appeared to be uniquely crafted for the purpose of heating blood.
It wasn’t until I finished the juice and the second bag that I finally felt like I could breathe again, the ache in my stomach subsiding.
