Kira Thorne, Shia Naawl [ebook reader play store .TXT] 📗

His finger moved to follow the line of my shoulder to my jugular to my beating pulse. Massaging the beating pulse. Fuck.

I closed my eyes tightly and dug my nails into my palms even more. It drew blood. I smelt it, Shit. Would he lose control? I heard his breathing hitch as he inhaled the smell of my blood. My hearts starts to beat more slowly. More calmly. More numbly.

His finger stopped massaging my pulse and trailed down back to my shoulder, to my arm, to my palm. Shit. His hand held my wrist and pulled it towards him. This position was awkward and the joint that connected my arm to my shoulder started to mildly ache. I didn’t comment on it.

‘Turn around.’ Mircea punctuated each word softly. I turned around. This was way out of my comfort zone and every piece of me screamed me to run. But if I ran, then Erik would’ve had to substitute. I couldn’t let that happen.

‘Look at me.’ Mircea commanded. My Wolf bristled. We don’t do commands. We’re dominant. But I didn’t say anything. This was for Erik.

I looked up at Mircea and held his gaze. I didn’t blink nor did I move. I made damn sure my face didn’t show my fear, discomfort and my vulnerability.

He didn’t break the eye-contact but with his other hand, he pried my fingers from my palm apart. It was there in crimson. My blood that stained my palm. A droplet started to trickle to the end of my palm but before it fell, Mircea caught it with his thumb. He didn’t even pause as he put the thumb in his mouth and sucked my blood off. My lips thinned and I clenched my jaw, trying to restrain myself from snatching my palm out of his hold. I still didn’t say anything. Do anything. My face was impassive. Good.

Mircea mouth tipped upwards as if he was pleased that I passed a test. Was I being tested? I could see a glint in his eyes. He was trying to push my boundaries. Bastard.
Mircea brought my palm increasingly slow towards his mouth. I resisted. He paused. ‘You are no use to me if you cannot take it.’

A slow burning anger slowly succumbed me. ‘You’re playing with me deliberately.’ My voice didn’t show signs of panic which I was grateful but the numbness that seeped into my body every time someone touched me gnawed everywhere around my body.

‘I like to play with my food. Savour it.’ His voice seductive, husky.

I didn’t play up to the bait to the insult he threw at me. I knew he wanted me to talk but the reasons behind it were something I had no idea of. Wasn’t it supposed to be platonic? Did he play with Erik? Was he this...touchy-feely with Erik? It made me mad. Muscles that I didn’t realise that were relaxed because tense, tight, again. It was a huge disrespect to him. He was Alpha for crying out loud. Mircea didn’t have that right and I sure as hell would’ve killed him if it wasn’t for the fact the ties between the Pack and Mircea. He was one of the powerful vampires in the city. To kill him would be stupid and make the Pack in danger.

I made my decision.

‘With Erik, it ends.’ I said, very quietly and oh-so very cold. Erik was my priority. It was bad enough he had to give his neck to the bastard, he sure as hell wouldn’t disrespect him in the process. Not if I had anything to do with it.

‘And are you going to take his place, Ma Petite Louve?’

I broke his eye-contact and closed my eyes briefly. Shit was I really going to do this? I didn’t even hesitate. Yes, I would. For Erik I would. I...owe him. Everything.

I opened my eyes and stared at Mircea. ‘Yes.’

‘And meet all my requirements?’

Blood? I paused. That was the arrangement. I start being the blood donor if Erik wasn’t. ‘...Yes.’

‘How old are you?’

I started to frown. Why on earth did he want to know? ‘Seventeen.’

‘When do you turn eighteen?’

‘September 16.’

Mircea grins. ‘It’s in two weeks.’

I didn’t comment. I was confused but then it clicked. You had to be over eighteen to be giving your neck to a vampire. Though I was technically seventeen, I needed parental consent for those who were sixteen and above. I had consent –sort of.

Mircea looked at me intently. His sapphire eyes slightly glazed but that was normal. There was a reason why a vampire’s eyes were the most dangerous weapon –apart from their fangs. Mind-fucking was a bad bad thing. But I wasn’t worried about looking directly at Mircea’s eyes. If he tried shit like that on me, he would’ve broken the rules when Erik and his guards came. That didn’t mean other vampires couldn’t try. Just Mircea.

The palm he held, still had blood but the wounds were closed. Mircea moved my palm towards himself, making me remember my fear. I tense even more all over again. Mircea didn’t say anything. I wanted to but wouldn’t. I made a deal and I can’t damn well snatch my hand back. For Erik. I kept repeating like a mantra.

He moved my palm to his mouth and I saw him wet his lips. Shit he wasn’t gonna lick the dry blood off my hand, was he? I refrained myself from curling my fingers into tight fists. This feeling was unsettling. This situation was just not right and...wrong. So wrong in so many ways. Wasn’t it unhygienic to lick dry blood? For some reason I’d rather have him sink his fangs in my neck rather than lick dry fucking blood from my palm. It was sick but it was classically vampire. Any blood was good if it isn’t bagged.

Mircea kissed my palm and slowly, while holding my gaze, caresses his tongue over my palm. When blood touched his pink tongue, Mircea’s pupils started to dilate and his fangs elongated. My pulse quickened. My fear also thickened. The complete opposite to my reaction to being touched. But Mircea was the first after I escaped that actually touched my skin longer than I have allowed. Panic was honing into me. It was too close to home. Too close to my past. His touch was too much.

‘Calm yourself, Kira. Let the fear go.’

His words hypnotic. His voice was a caress that tingled over my skin. Then suddenly my fear was gone. My panic vanished. I relaxed. I couldn’t form words to speak as I was caught in his addictive gaze. I just stared like a numb doll, transfixed in her own illusions.

Mircea licked my palm clean and started licking my other palm clean. Slow licks moved in a...sensuous manner. Mircea finally broke eye-contact with me to close his eyes in ecstasy. His fangs the elongated scraped against my palm, wanting more blood. His left hand that held my wrist firmly but very gently rubbed my wrist over my steady pulse. Mircea pulled me closer till I was deeper in the V of his legs and he was cradling my palm. Was I supposed to react something to this? I never knew blood was something vampires love so much. Mircea laps his tongue on my palm over and over. The tips of his fangs kept scrapping my skin –making Mircea groan.

I had enough. This was uncomfortable and the site blood made me hungry. Blood and flesh was a trigger to our animals and since we’re carnivores meat and blood made our teeth sharpen. No matter what type of monsters we are, we always had one thing in common. Blood and meat attracted us without fail. The way Mircea was lapping over and over my palm made me want to sink my teeth in flesh. To feel the meat and blood flow through my throat. My wolf was so close to the surface that my skin constantly burned to the point of pain. But this pain...it burned good. I didn’t understand but I didn’t question. All I knew was that I needed more pain. I needed pain, meat and blood. And I needed it to burn.
A growl emerged from my throat. Mircea stopped and gazed at me. His face distraught in pleasure, his lips parted ever so slightly.

‘Forgive me, Ma Petite Louve. I cannot be gentle.’

Before I can respond, Mircea hauls me to him and with his hand yanked my head to the side to expose my neck and oh did the shot of pain electrified me. The hand in my hair fisted tightly, giving me a higher, more constant burn. It burned good. My hands that shifted into claws dug into his shoulders and with one quick motion, Mircea’s fangs roughly penetrated my skin. The pained electrified and burned tenfold and it almost made me surrender. With my head tipped back, my mouth bare with my canines springing free and my eyes fluttering close, I relished the burning pain that zapped me from head to toe. Mircea didn’t simply suck the blood out. He chewed. Eating my neck and I didn’t care because it was agonising. My claws that grabbed his shoulders were on his back, hugging him close to me. Making it more agonisingly painful. My claws dug deep in his back and started to pull outwards. Clawing his back. A growl escaped him but he chewed harder, dug deeper and made it oh-so excruciating.

If Mircea did this with a human, they would’ve been dead as soon as his mouth clamped around their neck. The pain would’ve made them pass out. This was barbaric, sickly even. Who gets off on pain? But I couldn’t help loving the burn. The excruciating, agonizing burn that came along with it.

Monsters had sex with monsters because of the needs that in the eyes of the humans seem sick, barbaric. What they fail to understand that blood and flesh attracts us. Makes us hunger. We will never be human. We’re monsters that are perceived dark, dangerous and powerful in books and movies. Not humans. Never humans. No human could withhold so much pain and enjoy it.

But my past never strayed far from and just like that, my fifty shades of fucked up slammed into me like a bloody bat to the face. Panic and fear intertwined.

‘I’ll make you submit you little whore. No member of the Pack of mine would hold this much raw power. Especially a female.’ Joe snarled.

His foot connected to my stomach. Hard. The pain shot through me and made me cried out, curling myself into a protective ball. Tears flowed freely down my blooded cheeks. When will this end? When will God make me die? How much longer?

Joe’s spit landed on my cut on my cheek. It stung. ‘Pathetic. Look at you, curled up in a ball. A dominant. You don’t deserve that power.’ Another kick but this time, the tip of his boots slammed into my face, making my head tip back at the blow. I whimpered. I didn’t have the strength to cry out loud anymore.

I heard Joe roughly grabbed my chin and yanked it to face his face. my swollen eyes that couldn’t open, were forced to open but Joe’s finger. The excruciating, stinging pain made me lightheaded. Something inside my broke a little more and a long agonizing wail, broken and all, escaped my lips. So much pain. When will this stop? It’s not my fault.

‘Look at your Alpha when I’m talking to