Ryland suddenly sits up, pulling her to him, and she pouts, jutting out her bottom lip. She doesn’t want him to stop, and I can feel how close she is, feel how much she wants us to fuck her. Ryland kisses her and grips her around the waist to pull her onto his lap so I can remove my pants.
I bite her plump little ass and ram my fingers inside her. Ryland kisses her breasts as she moves her hips against my fingers. My thumb presses against the tight muscles of her ass right before I push it in, making her gasp and push back against my hand.
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.
E
velyn
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.