I didn’t want to drain too much, her body too human, so much weaker than mine, and far too vulnerable to my ravishing need for her.
But the very idea of sucking down a bag of blood or piercing another human’s neck had my stomach churning, cramping in disgust. With one more look at her house, at her window, I walked away.
But it wouldn’t be for long. If she didn’t come willingly with me, I knew what I’d resort to.
Taking her.
5
Adryan
The last thing I wanted to do was meet with Odhran and my men, but here I was, having to get shit done, when all I wanted to do was be with my female. I couldn’t stop thinking of all the barbaric things I wanted to do to her. All the filthy, depraved things I would do to her.
I wanted to throw her over my shoulder, palm her ass like some kind of beastly creature before giving those perfect mounds a smack. I wanted to do this over and over again until my handprints were splashed across her pale flesh.
I growled low when my cock started hurting again. The fucker had just barely gone down, and the last thing I wanted was to walk into a roomful of my soldiers and them seeing my damn slacks tented. That would be firm confirmation that I’d found my female, seeing as an Otherworld male felt no arousal until they found their fated mates.
And although I wanted every damn bastard to know she was mine and to stay away from her, the very possessive side of me rose up at the thought of sharing any information about her.
I didn’t want anyone near her, didn’t want them fucking breathing in her direction. I wanted to keep her away, lock her in my room where no one could touch her, where I could keep her safe, where she couldn’t run from me.
And I knew she would. Or she’d try at least.
The underground tunnel beneath one of the abandoned warehouses I owned was quiet aside from the steady thump-thump-thump of my boots hitting the concrete, and the swoosh-swoosh of my slacks brushing together as I strode forward.
My hands were in my pockets as I kept a steady pace, and although normally what was about to happen would excite me and cause that deranged bloodlust side of me to rise up violently, all I could focus on was her.
All the things I’d do to her.
All the places I’d pierce her skin and lap at the ruby beads that would form on her pearlescent skin.
All the ways I’d make her moan and cry and beg for more.
I groaned as my aching cock got even harder. I pulled a hand out of my pocket and adjusted the heavy length of my cock so it was no longer tenting my slacks, and I rounded the corner as I moved closer to the room where everyone was waiting.
Even though it felt like the most unnatural thing to do, I pushed all thoughts of my mate out of my mind.
Once I finished handling business here, all I wanted to do was go back to her, to watch her sleep until the sun rose and forced me away from her. And then I’d do it all again the following night until I finally—irrevocably and permanently—made her mine.
I needed to find out any and all information I could about her, which was easy enough with the resources I had at hand.
Just thinking about that had demented excitement moving through me. Fuck, I was a bastard, getting all hard—or impossibly harder—at the thought of finding out her name and age, her favorite food, what her life was like growing up… any past boyfriends. That last part was for me to stake my claim, to ease the possessive beast in me. My anger rose and my eyes flashed red as my thoughts envisioned someone touching her curvy body, breathing in her scent… knowing how soft her skin was.
I’d find out the names of any male who’d ever touched her. I’d go to where they lived and break each of their fingers slowly, meticulously, as I stared into their eyes and whispered against their ears that they fucked up by even breathing in my female’s direction.
It took a moment to gather my composure and steel my rage as I stopped in front of the twin heavy metal doors. I could hear the low, deep murmur of voices on the other side, and the scent of blood was so strong even the metal couldn't mask it.
I pushed a door open and stepped inside the large gymnasium-sized room. It was nothing but an empty space with dark tiled flooring and smooth stone walls. There was a long table pushed up against the side, tools used for “extracting” information—or fuck, just for the sheer fun of hearing a fucker scream in pain—spread out on top.