She’s powerful, probably as powerful as I am. But I’ve had almost a millennium of practice, she’s like a wild animal acting on pure instinct.
Ambrose sweeps into the room with a glamoured male, his smile full and toothy. He looks positively delighted to be bringing food to Chloe.
“Hello, Mother Dearest,” he singsongs to her.
Chloe growls so deeply I can feel the rumble in my chest.
Fuck, that’s terrifying and extremely arousing.
Thankfully I had the presence of mind to dress her while she was turning. It’s just a plain pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, but I wanted her comfortable when she woke.
The thought of someone seeing her without clothing put me into such a rage that poor Maddox went through a wall. He made the mistake of entering the room to drop off clothing while I was sponge bathing her body.
It wasn’t my finest moment of rage, but I have no apologies for it.
Waking from a turning can be quite hard for any vampire, especially if left unattended like I was. I drained most of my village before I passed out in a cave.
The human that’s been brought in though smells exactly like what she needs—food.
I quickly let her go. She’s been struggling so much it could actually do more harm than good to keep her waiting.
This is the critical time now. She needs to feed on her own. She needs to go through the final stages of the turning.
All of us have been through this.
First, we die, then we awaken in a feral state. Succumbing to our vampiric instincts. In such a capacity, we lose the ability to think. Focused solely on feeding and surviving.
She leaps onto the male with her inhuman speed, her mouth stretched wide with the need to drink.
I remember some of my first feedings. The thirst, the undeniable ache to feed on anyone or anything. Thankfully all the humans we’ve acquired have been checked for drugs and disease.
Her fingers dig into the man’s shoulder, her nails easily breaking the skin when she pulls him to her. She has no grace right now. She’s acting on impulse, and it shows.
A spray of blood arcs away from the body when she snaps down on the throat and shakes her head.
The body is quickly drained, and I watch it slump to the floor.
Andrei bursts into the room with another male.
The thought of her touching yet another man to eat makes my stomach burn with jealousy. She shouldn’t be touching other men like this so intimately, even in feeding.
I fucking hate it.
Growling loudly, I say, “The next human that comes through that door better be a fucking female.”
I want the house filled with female humans from now on.
It revolts me to see her latching onto the neck of the second male. Her lips even deigning to touch another man’s skin like that burns a pit in my stomach.
She’d be punished for that if I thought she had any inkling of what she’s doing. All I feel through the bond we share though is the hunger and the need to ravage the humanity around her.
When the second body drops to the floor with a thump, she looks around herself, her eyes wild with lunacy.
Chole isn’t inside there right now.
My love isn’t there, it’s only her vampire. I can feel Chloe buried deep, but it’s like she’s asleep, not ready to face the world just yet.
Tsking to Chloe, Ambrose tries to clean her face, but she bats him away. Sending him flying toward Raphael.
Twisting around, she searches for something to attack.
“Out!” I shout to the men while staring wide-eyed at Chloe.
None of them have ever seen a soulmarked turned.
I haven’t either.
But I’ve heard stories.
Her eyes lock on me with a speed only vampires can match.
The intensity burns through my soul and scorches our bond.
Feeding is priority number one.
Fucking…
Fucking is priority number two.
Or perhaps I should call it mating.
She’s across the room and ripping the clothing that I carefully put on her to shreds before a second passes. Her warm, naked body slams into my body, and her heat radiates like a thousand suns through my clothing.
Her nails begin to tear off the clothing I wear, slicing into my skin as she slams her mouth into my own.
Our teeth clack together a couple of times before I force my will on her and calm her just enough to keep my tongue from being bitten off.
Would I ever admit to anyone else that she’s frightening me just a hair?
No.
But to myself?
Maybe?
She’s fucking crazed in her feeding, and I have a strong feeling she’ll be just as crazed in her mating.
Leaping up, she wraps her legs tight around my waist. Animalistic growls flow into my mouth as she slams her body against me.
Fucking hell, my hold on her breaks when she fails to feel my cock inside her, satisfying her need.