Chapter 82 Chapter Eighty-Two
Chapter Eighty-Two
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Mirah
His body tensed.
I looked down, a frown making its way up my face when I saw his pleasure covered face mingled with something else.
Pain.
And he was trying hard not to let me see it, from the way he avoided my gaze.
I stopped riding him, and got off his body.
“What’s wrong Zeke?” I asked, breathing fast.
My heart was swirling with emotions. Emotions so different. The ones I hadn't felt ever since growing up.
This man whom I doubted most of the time, had been ready to lay down his life in my place hours ago.
Yeah, even though his great-grandfather had been the perpetrator.
But he'd been ready to die for me.
A tear slipped down my cheek as he winced again.
“Zeke?” I whispered, my fear evident.
“It’s nothing. Why did you stop?” He asked, his voice lower than before.
It put me on edge, my pleasure forgotten.
“You’re in pain. I'll get the others.” As I spoke, I placed one leg down the bed frame, ready to dash out of the room.
“Your clothes,” he called out weakly.
I froze in place, recalling that I was naked. I grabbed my dress on the ground and slipped into it. Zeke was still dressed, just shirtless.
I found Natasha and Kai down the hallway bickering and looking like they were ready to stab themselves to death. And from the bloody aura emanating from them, I didn't doubt that they might.
“Guys,” I panted.
“What’s wrong?” Kai turned to me.
I couldn't say a word, tears slipping down my cheeks instead.
Natasha thankfully took a hint and dashed back towards the room, with Kai tailing her.
Zeke was groaning against the headboard by the time we returned. His gray eyes were almost lifeless, and his pale skin was even paler than before.
But there was something more different. I gasped as I spotted the dark veins running down his neck towards his chest.
“Is that supposed to be normal?” Kai muttered beside me.
I exhaled sharply. I didn't even notice that I'd been holding my breath.
“He needs blood,” I heard Queen Belinda say behind us, and we simultaneously turned towards the door.
She had a grim expression on her face, with Qyle and Gwev tailing her.
According to the introduction Qyle had given me about the young man when I'd woken up, he was a-
Wait, a what?
Oh right. A PantherBrid.
I didn't know what his power was, but he wasn't simple.
He held two bags of white-colored liquid.
I recognized what it was at a glance. When I'd first arrived at Weasels, and Zeke had taken me to a cafè, he'd given me that weird stuff in a glass.
It was refined blood.
According to Zeke, they couldn't drink normal blood to avoid whatever it was.
Gwev walked with purpose towards a groaning Zeke. I followed him without hesitation, and stood very close.
“Would he be fine?” I asked without thinking, my voice betraying my fear.
“We hope so. He'd used up a lot of his vampire-force, and he's literally hanging on a thin thread.” Qyle said primly without mincing words.
I winced at his crude honesty. Of course I'd almost forgotten how unfeeling this man could be.
I watched as Natasha handed Gwev a glass, and he poured the blood into it.
Minutes later, I felt like a hammer was furiously pounding against my head, because Zeke's condition was still as before.
Panicking, I turned to face Queen Belinda.
“What’s happening? Why isn't he responding?” My breath turned shallow, as I turned back to see Zeke's wound which hadn't entirely healed up yet.
Maybe he wasn't recovering because I attacked him with a sword.
Yes, that had to be the reason.
I struggled to swallow, my hand clutching my dress hard like I usually did whenever I was nervous.
He was in this condition because of me.
“Are you listening to me, Mirabella?” I heard Queen Belinda ask, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I faced her. “Pardon?”
“He needs blood.” She said, staring directly into my eyes.
“Yes, you just said that. We gave it to him, and it's not workin-” My words trailed off, as a thought occurred to me.
“You mean?” I gestured to myself, and she nodded slowly.
I dashed towards Zeke who was practically unconscious.
“What do I need to do?” I asked, my voice almost a whisper.
“He needs raw undiluted blood from your vein. But I don't think he'd be happy with that decision.” She said softly.
“And if he doesn't drink an undiluted blood, what'd happen?” I asked in a small voice.
“We may lose him.” Natasha replied.
“Then tell me what the fuck I have to do. Do I have to pierce myself or something?” I asked, my heart racing first.
“It has to be exchanged during sex for it to be super effective,” she began saying, and I nodded.
We could work with that.
That was if he was strong to handle sex at that moment.
“Then?” I prompted.
“He’d drink from you. We'd be outside.” With that, she led the others outside.
I stood in position even as I heard the door click shut. My hand just wouldn't move.
I stared down at his angelic face, and felt the urge to run down my fingers along it.
“Why do you have to act so strong even while you're in pain, Zeke?” I asked, my heart breaking. My voice cracked as I edged closer.
“You’re allowed to be vulnerable in my presence. I can be your strength if you let me.” As I spoke, I began taking off my dress again.
Standing in my nude glory, I hovered over him, and unclasped his belt. I pulled down the trousers, and threw them to the ground.
Out of instinct, I bit down hard on my wrists enough to draw blood. Then I placed it over his mouth.
He groaned as the blood flowed down.
I gasped as his eyes suddenly flew open. And that was because his eyes weren't the normal gray I was used to.
His irises had turned a complete dark red, burning with power. He dragged me down in one swoop. My body collided with his hard chest, and my breath caught in my throat.
“You smell intoxicating,” he groaned, his voice making my core throb with need.
The feeling was strong.
He held me in place, his tongue running against my throat. I froze, afraid to make even a single sound.
From my position, I could feel his erection against my pussy. It was so sensual that I wanted to rock myself against him.
My thoughts burned to ashes when his fangs nicked at my throat. And again.