Page 6 of Alaric's Hidden Gem

My head began to spin, and my body swayed. I wondered if he was going to suck me dry. The final image in my head was my wrinkly, empty body lying on the bed with only skin and bones left.

∞∞∞

My eyes flickered open and a fully clothed Alaric stood before me with a fancy crystal glass full of orange liquid. My mouth was parched, but when I tried to sit up, I felt too weak to move. I groaned, but by the time I had finished groaning, Alaric had me sitting up on the bed and the glass at my lips. I raised my hands, realising he had taken the restraints off, but I could still feel the collar around my neck. I gulped the sweet, fruity liquid down greedily.

“Slowly,” he murmured, which irritated me because he had certainly drunk enough from me.

My hands trembled uncontrollably, so I put them back on my lap. My body felt freezing, and I shivered as I drank the last of the ice-cold fruit juice.

“How do you feel?”

I stared at him incredulously.

He almost fucked me to death, or did he almost suck me to death? Probably both.

I shook my head because either way, he was lethal. When I tried to move his hand away from my waist, it didn't budge. So I yanked the covers over myself instead. His dark eyes remained on me for a moment before slowly standing up.

“When you feel strong enough, come downstairs,” he said, taking his black T-shirt off and holding it out for me.

I took the T-shirt from him and decided he looked weird, wearing casual clothes. It made him appear more human than I knew him to be. I kept my eyes on him because I knew he could move as fast as a lightning bolt when he wanted to. To my relief, he whizzed out of the door, and I paused for a few seconds to make sure he didn't come back before I slipped the T-shirt over my head. It smelled fresh from washing detergent.

When I touched my neck, I could feel the slightly raised puncture wounds in my neck. It didn't hurt, but it felt so wrong. I pulled the covers off and slid my legs off the bed. My muscles protested, but I needed to use the bathroom.

I stood up and glanced at the window. The sun shone so bright that it shimmered over the ocean, so the windows must have been tinted because I couldn't feel the heat. Or it could be I needed some food. My cheeks flushed when I glanced at the bed. He was a dangerous vampire, but boy, could he fuck.

I groaned at my depraved thoughts and hobbled towards the open bathroom door. He must have dislodged something inside me with his super-speed fucking. I sighed, deciding I needed a shower before I could function and try to discover what his intentions were.

When I saw the bathroom, I froze at the door and glanced back at the bedroom, which was mostly white, gold and cream. I could live in this bathroom. It was surrounded by windows with bright green trees blocking any peering eyes.

There was a massive hot tub at floor level, but beside it was a small curved wall separating the shower section. The sink countertops had potted plants on them, which probably wasn't like the plastic ones in my home. The brown, cream and gold gave the room warmth. Sadly, there was nothing special about the toilet.

I guess it could be worse. He hadn't locked me up in a dungeon—yet.

Chapter 7

Alaric

When I heard the shower turn on, I smiled. When she passed out earlier, I had been too busy emptying another load inside of her, but damn, did her blood pack a punch. I could have fucked her another few times had she not passed out. I did lock up the villa and her bedroom door before I paid my brothers a quick visit to let them know in person what Samuel had told me and that I would be on the island until Gemma was pregnant.

Damien was eager to meet Gemma, but Christian shrugged his shoulders until I told him how powerful and mouth-watering a mate's blood was. Their initial response was disbelief until I assured them by telling them of my first-hand experience. The helicopter round trip didn't take me long, and by the time I got back, Gemma was still out of it, but her heartbeat remained strong.

Once I began to consume her blood, it became difficult to restrain myself. It was comparable to a feeding frenzy. I needed to control myself when I fed her. The next time I fucked her, I needed to ensure she ingested some of my blood so she wouldn't be as weak. It was the final act of confirming that she was my blood mate. If she didn't turn into a vampire, then she was mine for eternity.

I pulled all the ingredients out of the freshly stocked fridge, but since I didn't know how to cook, I left everything for her on the counter. She had spent most of her life in England, so I didn't know what kind of food she ate. I scratched my head when I looked at the coffee machine. The villa had been decorated by a human because we need our homes to appear normal—most of the kitchen items we’d never used.

My ears pricked up when I heard Gemma turn the shower off. I was looking forward to taking her into the lower-ground playroom. She shuffled around, and I heard her rummaging somewhere. I wasn't concerned about her trying to attack escape or attack me. The sound of a hairdryer began its droning noise. I raised my eyebrows because I wasn't aware there was one in the house.

It wasn't long until I heard her footsteps on the wooden stairs. I saw her looking fresh and perky because she resembled a wilted flower after she woke up. She pushed her dark brown back with her fingers. It was lighter than mine, and it sat past her shoulders. My eyes fell on the bite marks on either side of her neck. My dick began to stir when I thought of the bite I’d left on her breast. The blood flow from the smaller mammary artery wasn't as generous but extremely enjoyable to sink my fangs into.

She paused when she saw the food on the countertop. Her eyes swung towards me with a puzzled look on her face. I shrugged my shoulders.

“I don't know how to cook,” I said.

“So you thought that yoghurt, pineapple, mushrooms and bacon would make a meal?” she asked with a frown.

Her belly rumbled loudly.

“There is more food in the refrigerator,” I said as I sat so she would feel comfortable preparing her food. It was for my selfish reasons.