Page 77 of Deadly Cravings
“Imogen?” I interrupted. “Asher told me about her.” Calliope froze in place, and the suddenness jolted me to a stop. She looked down at me, head tilted.
“Interesting.” She pulled a key free from her bra and inserted it into a metal door.
“Is that door silver?”
“Yes it is. The whole room is encased with silver.” She seemed especially proud about this.
“You want to see him so badly. Let’s see how long it takes for him to kill you.” Her smile flashed and she shoved me forward. I stumbled into the dark room, my heart already racing from fear.
THIRTY-ONE
ren
The door creaked,allowing some light into the room I was being held in. I remained still, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I would continue to rot unless Calliope let me the fuck go. The bitch wouldn’t kill me, of that much I was sure. We shared too much history . . .
My eyes shut at the blinding light and someone stumbled into the room, thudding on the metal floor. I squinted to see her fall to her knees, her long hair whipping over her face and hiding her features as the door shut and encased the room in pitch black.
“There was no need to be so harsh,” a lilting feminine voice muttered, and cloth rustled as she brushed at her clothing. There was no light in the space. It was sealed to perfection. My chains rattled as I crossed my ankles.
The girl sucked in a breath, and the room was so insulated I could hear her heart racing from where I sat. I leaned my head back, the chains rattling with my movement, and waited for the sacrificial lamb to move.
Calliope must know I was deteriorating. With the thirst gnawing at my insides, I was bound to rip her apart. My mealmoved and wafted a fresh wave of her scent toward me. The small bit of blood in me sped to my cock.
My cock hardened and my fangs exploded from my mouth. Just a little closer and I could drag her into my arms . . .
“Ren?”
She knew my name?
Something hit my shoe and a soft body slammed into my chest.
My body went taut. Palms settled on my shoulders, they felt tiny as they grazed my bare chest through the frayed, torn shirt.What was she doing?
Touching me so easily. My cock throbbed along with my fangs. Hunger burned through my veins.
If it was a trick, I’d draw it out as much as I could. I savored playing with my prey.
“You’re Ren, right?”
I grunted in response, and she exhaled like she was... relieved?
“At least this wasn’t for nothing.” I was even more confused than when she’d first called my name. And I didn’t like it. Confusion meant lack of control. “I know I’m acting like a stage-five clinger right now, but I don’t like the dark.” Her fingers flexed on my arm and she pressed herself closer to me—so trustingly.
She exhaled shakily. Warmth radiated from her body, and I ran my tongue over my fang.
I lifted her higher onto my lap so her thighs spread wide against mine. I wrapped my hand in her long hair. “You’re hurting me.” Panic coated her words, exciting me more. Her small hands pushed against my face and I winced when she poked my eye.
“Oh, that was wet. I’m sorry, was that your eye?” she cried out. My teeth clicked tightly together. The human was ruining everything.
I yanked her long tresses to drag her throat to my fangs. She desperately shoved at my chest, but it was no use. With an explosion of breath, she lunged at me, sinking her blunt teeth into my shoulder. I froze as her teeth buried harder into my skin.
She bit me.
Fisting her hair, I pulled, but she held on, her teeth sinking in harder, to the point that she broke skin. Her mouth suctioned at the wound and my cock twitched. I groaned, my hips twitching up toward her ass resting on my lap.
What . . . ?
Her sweet smell warmed my senses and her presence became a thing I could mentally feel, not just physically. So much so that I could practically taste her. Fuck, she’d taken my blood and my brain was so fogged from lack of nourishment that I hadn’t had the presence of mind to stop it.