been.
When Frenzy killed the man responsible for taking his Adrianna’s life he’d siphoned her last moments from his mind. She’d been pleading, crying huge, angry tears, and begging for her life. Screaming as the knife plunged over and over into her body, whispering with her dying breath for him to let her live.
This woman was doing none of those things. It unnerved him in ways he didn’t want to analyze at the moment.
Taking a deep breath, her body tightened, and then she jumped gracefully to her feet. Licking her lips, she looked up at the ceiling before finally dusting her hands off on her pants.
“I’m thirsty,” she said and then shuddered, her shoulders rolling and her mouth turning down as she glanced at her feet.
Holding up a hand, George shambled over to the corner of the room where he’d kept his meat. Stooping, he retrieved the final squirrel and handed it to her.
A blank stare was all that met the gift. Then a hard swallow and licking of her lips. “I…”
Her fingers convulsed around the furry body.
“Do you want to drink from it?” Frenzy inquired.
Confused amber eyes met his, nodding softly, her lips thinned. “I want to…to—” Lifting the rodent to her nose, she inhaled deeply, and this time when she shuddered it didn’t seem to be in revulsion: a moan as of pure ecstasy spilled out her throat. “Take it away.” She held it back to George. “Get it away from me. I’m not hungry.”
But it wasn’t true, because the irises in her eyes were bleeding a deep shade of crimson. The hunger, that vampiric need for blood that was so all-consuming, had made itself manifest.
“Yes, you are.” Pushing George’s questing hand out of the way, Frenzy stepped around the monk, forcing Mila to look at him.
“I’m…not.” The breathless tone of her voice filled with the raw shiver of desire, and he smirked.
Fluttering his bony fingers along her jawline, he quirked a brow, realizing instantly that Lise had not lied. He still sensed the effervescence of her soul pulsing against his fingers, but she was immune to his touch.
Her gaze was instantly drawn to his hand, but again, she said nothing. Irritated at his curiosity, he growled. “Your throat is spasming, so dry all you can think of is that wet warmth sliding down.”
Grabbing ahold of her stomach, she shook her head. But it lacked heat.
“Can you see the red, creature?”
She licked her front teeth, tongue lingering along the blunt edge of her canine.
Taking the squirrel from her lax fingers, Frenzy used the bone of his hand like a saw, inserting a roughened edge into the animal’s pelt, just enough to create a small tear. Enough for her to see the pink meat inside.
Closing her eyes, she turned her face to the side. Taking perverse pleasure in her obviously disgusted desire, he chuckled.
“It is here. For you. Must you be so difficult?”
“Difficult?” Snarling, she whipped around. “How dare you? Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? Who I was? That I can feel these…these…” Dropping her eyes toward the red pelt with a mixture of revulsion and pure unadulterated need, she shook her head.
“Wants. Needs. Desires?” He took a step forward.
“Yes! These perversions,” she cried with force. “I told you to kill me.” Breath sawing raggedly through her lungs, she stood before him like a shieldmaiden ready to do battle.
An answering thrum of awareness, of her strange scent of sun-kissed raspberry and freshly turned leaves, the way she moved and pierced him with honeyed amber eyes flecked with crimson—it took seconds for Frenzy to note them all. Not wanting to, he mentally compared her to the only other woman in his life who’d ever made him this aware, and discovered that he liked the fire. Liked her heat. After years of feeling nothing but the drudgery of life, he laughed and the sound came from deep inside. Filled with the raw excitement of the unknown.
“You do not act surprised by me.” He
When Frenzy killed the man responsible for taking his Adrianna’s life he’d siphoned her last moments from his mind. She’d been pleading, crying huge, angry tears, and begging for her life. Screaming as the knife plunged over and over into her body, whispering with her dying breath for him to let her live.
This woman was doing none of those things. It unnerved him in ways he didn’t want to analyze at the moment.
Taking a deep breath, her body tightened, and then she jumped gracefully to her feet. Licking her lips, she looked up at the ceiling before finally dusting her hands off on her pants.
“I’m thirsty,” she said and then shuddered, her shoulders rolling and her mouth turning down as she glanced at her feet.
Holding up a hand, George shambled over to the corner of the room where he’d kept his meat. Stooping, he retrieved the final squirrel and handed it to her.
A blank stare was all that met the gift. Then a hard swallow and licking of her lips. “I…”
Her fingers convulsed around the furry body.
“Do you want to drink from it?” Frenzy inquired.
Confused amber eyes met his, nodding softly, her lips thinned. “I want to…to—” Lifting the rodent to her nose, she inhaled deeply, and this time when she shuddered it didn’t seem to be in revulsion: a moan as of pure ecstasy spilled out her throat. “Take it away.” She held it back to George. “Get it away from me. I’m not hungry.”
But it wasn’t true, because the irises in her eyes were bleeding a deep shade of crimson. The hunger, that vampiric need for blood that was so all-consuming, had made itself manifest.
“Yes, you are.” Pushing George’s questing hand out of the way, Frenzy stepped around the monk, forcing Mila to look at him.
“I’m…not.” The breathless tone of her voice filled with the raw shiver of desire, and he smirked.
Fluttering his bony fingers along her jawline, he quirked a brow, realizing instantly that Lise had not lied. He still sensed the effervescence of her soul pulsing against his fingers, but she was immune to his touch.
Her gaze was instantly drawn to his hand, but again, she said nothing. Irritated at his curiosity, he growled. “Your throat is spasming, so dry all you can think of is that wet warmth sliding down.”
Grabbing ahold of her stomach, she shook her head. But it lacked heat.
“Can you see the red, creature?”
She licked her front teeth, tongue lingering along the blunt edge of her canine.
Taking the squirrel from her lax fingers, Frenzy used the bone of his hand like a saw, inserting a roughened edge into the animal’s pelt, just enough to create a small tear. Enough for her to see the pink meat inside.
Closing her eyes, she turned her face to the side. Taking perverse pleasure in her obviously disgusted desire, he chuckled.
“It is here. For you. Must you be so difficult?”
“Difficult?” Snarling, she whipped around. “How dare you? Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? Who I was? That I can feel these…these…” Dropping her eyes toward the red pelt with a mixture of revulsion and pure unadulterated need, she shook her head.
“Wants. Needs. Desires?” He took a step forward.
“Yes! These perversions,” she cried with force. “I told you to kill me.” Breath sawing raggedly through her lungs, she stood before him like a shieldmaiden ready to do battle.
An answering thrum of awareness, of her strange scent of sun-kissed raspberry and freshly turned leaves, the way she moved and pierced him with honeyed amber eyes flecked with crimson—it took seconds for Frenzy to note them all. Not wanting to, he mentally compared her to the only other woman in his life who’d ever made him this aware, and discovered that he liked the fire. Liked her heat. After years of feeling nothing but the drudgery of life, he laughed and the sound came from deep inside. Filled with the raw excitement of the unknown.
“You do not act surprised by me.” He
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