Blood Cure (Blood Type 3)

An ache was building inside her. Starting in her core and moving out to her fingers and toes. Waves crashing within her.

Her eyes met his. She saw the same desire mirrored on his face. The same devotion and love. Then she turned her head to the side and directed his eyes to her neck.

She heard his sharp intake of breath. Felt the brush of a kiss over the artery. Her blood pumped energetically through her veins with the tempo of his vigorous fucking. Then she felt his fangs pierce her skin.

She gripped his shoulders as ecstasy shattered through her. She cried out in pleasure as her orgasm rushed through her body. Between his fangs in her neck and his cock in her pussy, she was a goner.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned.

Beckham came a few thrusts later, roaring with pleasure as he released her neck and tilted his head back.

Her heart was thrumming violently. Her body rushed through with all the adrenaline and vamp venom. She felt alive. Alive and refreshed. Yet somehow exhausted.

And still so madly in love. Not just the love that she felt for Beckham…but the love he felt for her.

Their eyes flashed together. Here it was. Deep, undeniable, incredible, masterful love. Impossible and euphoric love. Hopeless, happy, desperate, perfect love.

She felt it all. Took it from him and gave him her own.

“Do you feel that?” he gasped out.

“You love me,” she whispered.

“I love you.” Beckham’s eyes were wide with wonder. As if he couldn’t fathom all the emotions ripping through him. “And you feel…so deeply.”

She grinned. “Yes.”

Beckham kissed her again through his awe. They had time for hypotheses later. Right now they were feeling the full depth of love for the first time. And neither wanted to move from the moment.

Chapter 15

“You’re saying that you could actually feel Beckham’s emotions?” Washington asked. He was rubbing his hands together and looked giddy. “Not just an increase in your own emotions but distinguished your emotions from his?”

“Yes,” Reyna said. “It was definitely different.”

“What triggered this?”

A blush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks.

“Oh!” Washington said. “I see.”

“Also blood,” Reyna added. “He drank my blood.”

“Good. He needs to. Where is he anyway?”

Reyna waved her hand. “Preparing. Do you have any theories about this? Do you think it’s the blood? Does it mean when he drinks my blood it’s amplified?”

“It’s possible. But of course many things are possible in this scenario.”

“Yeah. I mean…the first time he sensed me was when Penny was having her mayoral banquet. He hadn’t drank my blood in months at that time.”

“But you also weren’t that far away either.”

“True.”

“So, perhaps the blood does act as an amplifier. It also could be that your relationship itself amplifies the abilities you’re developing.”

“A blood amplifier,” she mused softly.

“I’ve been investigating your blood match and how you each react to the other. It’s quite extraordinary. Most blood when combined…think about it like a blood transfusion. It either accepts the blood as the correct type or it rejects it. As you know, the correct blood type between a human and a vampire is important because it allows us to retain human consciousness. Some of us have the preternatural ability to do so already, but many of my kind were brutal murderers and the more who were made, the harder it was to conceal them.” He tsked in frustration. “The interesting thing about your blood is that when the blood is combined, it neither accepts nor rejects the other.”

“How is that possible?”

“The blood is perfectly matched but instead of assimilating, it links.”

“Links?” Reyna asked with a bewildered expression.

“Yes. One of your red blood cells attaches itself to one of his red blood cells. It creates entirely different blood.”

“But what does that mean? What are the implications of it?”

“I’ve only had it a short while. I’m still amazed that this is even happening.”

Now Reyna understood the giddiness. Washington was discovering an entirely new form of blood. He was on the way to a breakthrough in modern hematology.

“Do you think that our blood connecting in that way is part of the reason we can sense each other?”

“It’s a distinct possibility.”

Reyna’s head turned toward the door before Beckham walked through it. It was a little freaky actually knowing exactly where he was without even knowing she knew.

He tilted his head to the side. She nodded, then he disappeared once more.

“Extraordinary. You actually knew he was there before he entered, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I did.” She hopped up from the stool she’d been sitting on. “Thanks again.”

Reyna left Washington in the laboratory with his experiments. Her mind was still filtering through all the information she’d learned. A blood amplified. That was…intense. It meant Beckham was going to have to drink a lot more of her blood to test this out. She didn’t think he’d be thrilled with that.

Reyna pulled on her heavy winter clothing and then met Beckham at the back door. Zoya was discussing something with him in a low tone.