I dematerialize and rematerialize behind her on my knees, running my hand along her spine, feeling the small shiver from her body as she backs into me. Her ass presses into my painfully hard cock, and a growl rumbles in my chest.
The material of her clothes starts to tear under my tightening grip as I pull her up by her hair until her back is pressed against my chest. As if giving into her instinct, she exposes her throat to me, and I groan as I let my mouth drop to it.
My fangs extend, and I run my tongue along her throat. Her arm comes up and snakes around my neck, sealing our bodies together that last centimeter I was holding back.
My hands roam her body, squeezing one of her breasts as she begins subtly writhing against me while I kiss her neck, tasting her, resisting the urge to bite simply because I know she needs more time to heal before I drink from her.
I need to push her away, give myself space and drink packs and packs of blood to get her out of my system so I can think rationally. But I can’t help myself. It’s like I’ve been fighting it so hard and looking for an excuse at the same time…
Another, more frustrated growl escapes me, and she turns, her mouth fusing to mine, giving me the taste of blood. She moans into my mouth, kissing me harder, almost desperately.
I turn her fully, bringing her front against mine, before dropping to the bed with her under me, settling myself between her thighs and thrusting into the fabric separating her from me.
She sucks in a sharp breath when the fabric tears. One more thrust and I could burst through the thin layers and be inside her. Everything in me demands I do just that.
Ripping myself away from her is the hardest th
ing I’ve done in centuries, and I dematerialize, once again landing naked in the blood bank, only this time I land in the appropriate room.
The woman in there ducks, and a uniformed man faints. The woman simply whimpers and shakes in fear, stinking up the room with her terror, as I grab another cooler and fill it up.
Then I leave, ready to start drinking Ella out of my system before I ruin her as effectively as I’ve been ruined.
Chapter 12
ELLA
I finish drinking a few more bags, thankful no one ever knocks on his door. I’m finally strong enough to dematerialize, and I land in my own room, collapsing to the bed with a tiny blood-drinking high.
It distracts me from the fact Slade quite literally almost fucked me, and that I almost let him after he drowned me with blood bags. He seemed panicked that I needed more blood, so much so that he lost that steely control he normally has in my presence.
Lost even more of it when he started touching me like a man possessed with the same need I feel around him every single time. And now I think it was all the effect of my blood, just like he was trying to tell me.
Groaning, I pull a pillow over my head, and release a muffled scream into it.
“Ella? For fuck’s sake, they’ve been looking all over for you!” Chaz’s angry voice has me sighing and pulling the pillow off my head so I can see him.
“Sorry,” I say as I look away.
“Sorry? Sorry is all you’re going to say? Kya feels like she had to lie to everyone because you didn’t want people to know you were nursing Slade back to health.”
“Of course she told you,” I grumble.
“It was shitty of you to ask her to lie to me, Ella. No matter how pissed you apparently still are at me, you had no right to ask her to do that. And sorry is all you have to say to me?”
“It’s more than you’ve said after not even bothering to tell me I was a distraction to Slade.”
He grimaces, almost as though he’s momentarily forgotten that.
“Ella, I know things have been tense since my secret—”
“I’m not mad at you for that. Never really was,” I tell him as I hug myself and silently hope he’ll just leave me alone for a minute.
“Bullshit. You’ve thrown it in my face every opportunity—”
“I was working harder to convince myself I was mad at all of you so I didn’t have to face my own secret. But after last night, I’m no longer in denial.”
He looks confused, and I blink back tears.