216 - Plan B or Not
“None of them has seen the letter yet, if they have, they didn’t believe. They are not coming for us and if we are to be seen, we will be killed. There is no way we can leave here without being seen. We need another plan.” George said as he paced back and forth.
It has been hours since they have spoken, hours since they had decided to sleep although none of them had been able to do that. They were both really worried about Mira, worried about everyone and everything else.
“You are not speaking.”
“Because I am thinking,” Delice responded and he nodded.
He still didn’t know if she had heard his apology and appreciation last night, which was barely hours ago, but she didn’t seem to be angry at him anymore so that must count for something.
“If we could identify this other presence and know who it was then we might use that to our advantage.”
“How? I don’t remember much of anything.”
Delice was quick to explain that since their bond was different, maybe there was a way they could exploit it. A taste of his blood had unlocked memories between them before, if they exchanged blood now, it might help.
George was reluctant to taste blood, most especially Delice’s knowing how complicated their relationship was but the situation he was in didn’t really give him a lot of options, so he agreed.
Considering the fact that George was now a creature that many didn’t have experience with, Delice stated her worry about having him lose during the time of the blood exchange.
“You want me in chains?” George asked.
“For my safety, I do.”
He understood the gravity of the situation and taking into account that his thirst was of such a severe nature that was untrained, he didn’t complain when she started fastening the chains around his wrists.
He had changed. Even he didn’t know what he was capable of. He felt his wolf at the back of his mind, as he tried to force his mind away from the feeling that coursed through his veins at their touch.
“You deserve to be a mother to Mira.”
She hummed and the clanking of the chains filled the silence. He was on his knees, forced to that position due to the way the anchor of the chains attached to the walls were designed.
This was a sex dungeon.
Disgusting. But useful in the moment.
“We can be with different kinds but not each other. I plan to be alone. I cannot explore any bonds that we share because I—-I—-“
“You accept me as Mira’s mother but not as your mate,”
She provided for him.
“Yes.”
She nodded. “I think it is best that we don't explore anything else.”
“Exactly,” he smiled with relief that she understood and she smiled back.
That might just be their first agreement.
“I will give you my hand and I will take yours, then you drink.”
He gulped, his throat tight. “What if I am not able to stop? I didn’t stop drinking until the sachet was empty.” His breathing hardened. “And—- I—- “
“You did not kill your mother,” She said sternly.
“I know, but it is starting to blur in my head,” he whispered back.
“Ka’ik will never kill me,” she pressed her wrist to his lips, hiding her fear. “So drink.” Indeed, Ka’ik wouldn’t kill her but George was changing and if he kept drinking blood, it wasn’t certain how much of his wolf was still left. Although, normally vampires do not drink from each other and an exchange between mates was usually sexually charged, but this was different.
This was for a different purpose.
They pull apart the sweet metallic taste in their mouths. Delice’s eyes were filled with bloodlust as her gaze found George’s switching own. She pressed her forehead against his, letting his harsh breath fan her face as she fought against the instincts that drove fire of desire into their bond.
“What do you see?”
The racing of his heart drummed in her ears and she became very aware of him, his presence, what he could give, and how she longed for that.
He pulled against the chain, lust swindling in his eyes. “Maybe—-“ he paused shaking his head as if to recollect himself, then he said, his voice drenched in uncontrolled lust, “maybe we have to do more.”
Logic was long gone, it was instincts talking; their innate desires like a force of nature that failed to recognize all the boundaries and obstacles they put up around them.
They were both drunk on desire, no one reasonable enough to stop the other.
Delice was fighting to regain herself, she stayed put, scared that any move she would take would be against something—- she wasn’t quite sure what it was at the moment, she couldn’t think, but she was certain that it was something very important.
But when his lips claimed hers she forgot everything else, her slender pale fingers cupped his face to taste more of him, and when he moaned against her lips a quick request to be let free from the chains, she was too eager to obey.
Her shaky hands unclashed the chains and he pushed her to the floor almost immediately, pushing up her shirt, while she lowered his pants, all while they pushed.
He pulled away holding her dazed gaze, as he tried to push himself gently into her, focusing on the pigment of his blood that smeared her pale skin.
His eyes stayed red and brown with blue undertones, darkening more and more with lust, overpowering the glint of madness in Delice’s eyes.
She arched her body into him with a moan of an urgent need, he buried his nose into the crook of her neck as he buried himself into her.
Urgent thrusts of deprived needs, arching canines in his neck stating a claim for a present intense pleasure and a later problem.
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