Ryland lifts his hips, pushing his pants down slightly, freeing himself, and I pull my fingers from her as he positions himself underneath her. She wriggles her hips and sinks onto him, letting him fill her. My fingers are slick with her juices, moving between her cheeks as I force them into her tight hole, making her moan as I slip them in and out of her and move her hips against him, riding his cock.
Ryland, gripping her hips, moves them faster as I kneel behind her, kissing her shoulder. I feel her shudder. Using my other hand, I rub her clit while pulling my fingers from her and positioning myself behind her. With one thrust, I push myself inside her, making her cry out at the pain before stilling. My fingers move faster, and I feel her start to relax, her muscles untensing. I can smell Ryland’s blood where her nails dug into his shoulders.
Ryland thrusts up into her, and she lets out a breathy moan. Her head rolls back onto my shoulder, and I kiss the side of her face. “I’m going to move now,” I warn her, and I feel her nod.
I pull out and thrust into her. Her eyes open, she bites her bottom lip and leans forward, using Ryland’s shoulders to brace herself as I thrust into her again. Gripping her hips, I watch myself slip in and out of her, becoming lost in the feeling of myself deep inside her, her arousal building, and I feel her tense, her stomach tightening.
I can tell she is close as she keeps moving her hips to meet our thrusts. Her breathing gets harder. Ryland’s teeth sink into her mark as he finds his own release, sending her over the edge as she milks his cock. I speed up, chasing my release, and I feel my balls tighten before spilling my seed into her.
* * *
Evelyn
I wake coated in sweat; burning pain radiates throughout my chest, and I can feel alarm through the bond, making me sit upright. Ryland is asleep next to me. I can hear movement downstairs. Ryland suddenly sits bolt upright and a loud growl leaves his lips. His eyes are pitch black orbs.
I look to the door, and within the blink of an eye, he is gone; I feel air rush past me from his movement. As I chase after him, my heart is pounding in my chest. I race down the stairs, nearly tripping but catching myself before I roll down them.
I can hear things slamming around in the kitchen as I race toward it and freeze in the doorway; my blood runs cold. My entire body goes cold, and fear consumes me; my hands are shaking, and I feel the air become lodged in my throat. Thaddeus leans against the pantry door, drenched in blood, his chest rising and falling as pain ripples through me.
Orion has ripped his shirt down the middle, revealing his chest, which is riddled with what looks like bullet holes.
“Evelyn, get towels!” Orion screams as I stand there in shock.
Thaddeus’ eyes snap open and he faces me as his chest heaves with each breath making a loud wheezing noise. “Evelyn!” Orion screams, and my brain kicks into gear, understanding what he is telling me to do.
I race into the hallway closet, grab whatever my hands land on first and rush back to the kitchen. Ryland’s fingers are in his chest, trying to remove whatever is lodged in it, blood pools on the floor around him, and Ryland screams, yanking his hands away.
“What is it?” Orion asks.
Ryland shakes his head, digging his fingers back into the hole, hissing and jerking away.
Thaddeus’ breath is getting shorter, and he looks on the verge of passing out. I have never seen him like this; he looks weak. Pushing Ryland away, I can see the tips of his fingers are cut open and bleeding, but they aren’t healing. I bury my fingers into the hole in his shoulder that Ryland is working on.
Thaddeus is that weak, he doesn’t make a sound or even flinch as I twist my fingertips into the hole and feel something pointed. I try to grab the edges when it slices straight through my fingertips like a razor. I cry out but grip the point. Thaddeus groans as I rip it from him, just as Orion rips another out of his stomach. I hold it up, looking at it. It is shaped like a Razor but has a clear middle with remnants of a green liquid inside.
I drop it on a towel, moving it onto another. Ryland watches helplessly, holding pressure on the holes that aren’t healing as we continue to pull more from his chest, legs, and stomach.
By the time we are done, we have pulled twenty-three from him, my fingers bleeding and cut to pieces from the sharpness. I know I would be in pain if it weren’t for adrenaline.
“Why isn’t he healing?” I ask. Panic courses through me at seeing him like this.
“He needs blood, human blood,” Orion says.
“He can feed off me,” I tell him, but Thaddeus shakes his head weakly.
“He will be fine; I should have enough time to get some blood bags before-“
“That’s hours away, Orion,” I tell him, knowing he will run to the city, which usually takes him an hour to do.
“He can’t feed on you, Evelyn, not while he is like this. He won’t be able to control himself.”
“And if he doesn’t feed?” I ask.
Ryland and Orion look at each other. “I’m not sure. He has never been injured before, and we don’t know the effects of whatever they poisoned him with.” Ryland admits.
Thaddeus’ eyes start drooping. “I will be fine, love,” he chokes out, coughing up blood. They both look at him in panic. Getting up, I reach into the drawer to grab a knife. I’m not going to risk him dying. Through the bond, I can feel how weak he is, which alone scares me half to death.
“Evelyn, put the knife down,” Ryland growls.
“Either he feeds off me, or I will bleed out into a cup. Choose,” I snap at him.
Orion growls, trying to grab me, but I step back, running the blade across my wrist, crying out when I slice through tendons, not expecting the knife to slice through so easily as I press the blade as hard as possible. My hand is useless, but I hear Thaddeus growl, his eyes snap open as my blood starts dripping on the floor, and he holds his breath.
“Are you nuts?” Ryland screams, ripping me toward him.
He bites into his wrist, but I press my lips into a line, refusing, holding my arm out to Thaddeus. He shakes his head, but I ram it against his lips. He growls as the urge to feed takes over, and his teeth sink into my wrist and he grabs it. I don’t know how long he feeds, but I can feel myself becoming lightheaded. Thaddeus growls loudly, and Orion rips my arm away from him, but Thaddeus doesn’t let go, and I feel it snap; my arm breaks under the pressure, making me scream.
Orion pries him off me with Ryland’s help, and I slump on the floor. Thaddeus is consumed with bloodlust, while all I want to do is sleep. I feel warm hands wrap around me and Ryland’s wrist pressed to my lips. I let my lips part, his blood fills my mouth, and I have to force myself to swallow as if my body has forgotten how to.
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