“Callahan,” Thorne orders without looking away from her. Callahan heeds and strolls up to them. “Here’s your blood.”
She looks confused as her eyes move to Callahan. Though they shift slowly and now her eyes are a paler shade of pink, lighter than they were before.
“I’m not drinking a devils blood,” she breathes. “Get me a bag, I’m sure you have some.”
She sways again and Callahan takes a step towards her. When Thorne doesn’t hold him back he grabs Trouble’s arm and she sways into him. He wraps his arms around her right before her legs give out.
Sweat starts to line her forehead and I wonder if maybe she was wrong and maybe she is dying. What a waste that would be.
Callahan puts an arm around her back and slips his other behind her knees before lifting her up bridal style. She doesn’t fight and my interest in this show is now waning. It’s getting boring now.
“You said you need blood,” Thorne lowly drawls. “Callahan consents, it’ll be better than whatever you would drink from a bag.”
Her head lolls to the crook of Callahan’s neck as her hand opens the collar of his shirt more to expose his neck and shoulder. We all watch as her tongue peaks out and drags along Callahan’s collarbone.
Nevermind. This is interesting.
Callahan visibly stiffens though his face doesn’t crack. I’m sure he’s all kinds of turned on by his little crush licking him. Too bad he’s too much of a lover boy to do anything about it in this moment.
Cocking my head I track the movement of her little pink tongue licking the devil again. I’m almost jealous. Then her jaw clenches and she huffs.
“Devil,” she slurs. “No.”
Thorne huffs under his breath and then turns to me. “Then drink Darian’s. He’s not a devil.”
There’s a whimpered sound that comes from the back of her throat and for some reason it makes me fist my hands. She curls smaller into Callahan’s arms and barely shakes her head.
“Sun devil.” She makes that whimpering sound again. “Don’t wanna burn.”
“I am not a fucking devil,” I growl. She had called me that before too when she was frozen in terror. I like them scared, but not when it prevents them from running. And she braced, she didn’t fucking run.
She whines and I shove off the couch. This is boring now. She won’t drink my blood, she won’t drink Callahan’s, I’m out of here. The night’s still young and I need a good hard fuck after the troublemaker has basically given me blue balls.
Thankfully the party is still thrumming with life. No way am I wasting it.
Ten
Thorne – August 12
What a fucking brat. I’m half tempted to just tell Callahan to drop her and leave her here for the night. But even as I think about trying to do that, my body won’t let me. Something about the situation keeps nagging me.
Maybe it’s just because she saved my life. She could have easily taken the antidote instead of giving it to me. Even if she doesn’t die from it, this isn’t much better. With how she looks she’s closer to going into a bloodlust and most would rather just die.
Callahan is glaring at me as I watch her. She’s panting now, her fangs gleaming in the low lighting and sweat drips down her brow. D’etre slithers into view as he slides down Callahan’s leg and begins to shift. In this state I doubt the vampire will notice. Her eyes are squeezed shut anyway.
It takes him a couple minutes before a naked demigod stands between us. He runs a hand through his golden-brown hair and blows out a breath.
Uncaring that he’s naked, he turns to me. “No way is she a spy. She’s got secrets, that’s for sure, but she wasn’t sent from the Mage Board.”
Castiel D’etre. The original spymaster himself. Over two hundred years old, a full shifter demigod – making him the only shifter who can shift into any animal, creature, or beast – and now professor at Syngenia University.
“Thorne,” Callahan growls. “She’s going to go into bloodlust soon.”
Fuck.
Looking at D’etre I nod to the vampire. “She’s not sticking her rotten fangs anywhere in me.”
He rolls his eyes before turning around to face Callahan. An artwork of intricate symbols and runes cover his entire back. All painted in gold, depicting him as a demigod. Proving his holy blood.