Page 20 of Blood Lord

"You are weak creatures," I say as I dart forward toward my next opponent. I swipe his useless spell out of the way, clipping a tree branch, and lunge for his throat. I rip it out, much like that human's, and throw it at his friend.

"You are a beast from below," the one with scar growls, and I can't help but chuckle again. He thinks he's menacing.

Two of them try to close in on me, and I push up in the air as they rush me, watching as they smack into each other. I slam down, one of their throat's crushed beneath my heel, and I grab the other, throwing him up in the air. Trailing my fingers along the air, I leave blades of magic that he impales himself on as he falls back to the ground, seeming to float as he bleeds out.

That leaves the one with a scar in front of me, and he offers me a malicious grin. "They were dead weight. I almost want to thank you." He slams the butt of his staff into the ground, and lights up in flames.Fuck,I think.Fucking Fire."But I'd never dishonor the Thirteen thanking such a monstrous invader."

He starts a slow circle around me and I can see that he won't be as foolish as his counterparts. "An invader? We colonized this world long before you. You lot are the failed experiments as your gods tried to make more of us."

He feigns right, and I fall for it. So, when he lunges left, the fire gouges at my side. I grab the staff with a groan, ripping it out and swiping at him. I manage to catch him in the shoulder before he can move away.

Both heaving with new wounds, he swipes first. This time, the staff goes straight through my shoulder. I grab the shaft of it, leaping up to slam both of my feet into his chest, and he goes flying back, crashing into a tree.

I rip the staff from my shoulder, hissing at the deep wounds and burns along my body, and I stalk toward the dark elf, now unconscious. "Fuck you," I hiss, and rip his throat out, too.

The birds overhead start to twitter, and I lean back to see the sky starting to streak with daylight. My magic is desperately trying to heal my body, but with fire, it takes longer. I don't have enough magic to glamour.

Shit!I need to get back to the wildspont. The magic there can boost me until I'm back to the cave, but as I start to climb the hill, the rays start to crest the horizon. I groan as my skin sizzles, and in a desperate attempt to save myself—or I may pass out in broad daylight—I grab two of the dark elves and haul them up on my back.

They provide me some shade as I rush, diving into the wildspont. I let out a sigh of relief once I make it through, restored enough for a partial glamour over my exposed face and forearms.

I finally see the cave, and I drop the bodies, making a final dive into the cool darkness that awaits me. I let out a soft cry as my skin scrapes along the rocky bottom, and I tumble onto the moss, which pulses its magic into me.

"Raziel!"

Selene is over me in an instant, and I blink back the darkness that tries to consume me, my wounds too much for me. The magic of the wildspont, the moss and the air trying to pump into me, helps to restore me some, but I know that I am a mess of blood and burns.

"Oh, gods, what do I do?"

Her face is hovering over me, tears in her eyes, and I am surprised she cares so much about me. It touches me, floors me, even, and I reach up to touch her face.

"Selene." A wracking cough claims my body, and I have to try again. "Selene, there is something you can do, but I need you to trust me."

She grasps at my hand, pressing it to her palm and nods. "It's going to scare you," I tell her.

"I trust you," she whimpers out. "I'll do whatever it takes to save you."

My heart pounds wildly, and I'm so taken with how much she cares about me. My fingers slide to the nape of her neck, dragging her closer, and she looks like she's going to kiss me.

As much as I want that, I wrench her head back, exposing that pulsing artery I've been staring longingly at, and my fangs snap down. I sink my teeth into her neck, and her blood spills into my mouth.

It's even better than I could have imagined. I groan as I suck, and she yelps, immediately trying to pull away from me. It's instinctual, I know, and I release the numbing agent in my fangs to flood her veins.

I flip forward, floored with the taste and power of her filling me, and pin her to the floor beneath me. I pull back to look at her, her eyes rolling back in her head, and whisper, "Selene?"

"Fuck, that feelsincredible," she moans out, and I chuckle. I've heard that it feels intoxicating, almost like a drug, and very pleasurable.

Her hands work down her body, and I realize that my venom is turning her on just as she has me. I grab at her bodysuit, ripping it open, and she gasps. "Oh, Raziel."

"Is this what you want?" I growl out, so intoxicated on her that I'm not even thinking straight.

"More," she whimpers out as I brush my hands down her body. "I need more of you."

"How much more?" I brush my fangs against her neck.

"I need you in me," she cries out, and I waste no time stripping off my clothes.

I've only just taken my place above her when she locks her legs around me, grabbing my swollen cock and thrusting my head into her. I groan, and she gasps out, "Bite me."

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