Savage Awakening: A Blood Thirst Novel (Book 2) BDSM Erotica/ Paranormal Romance/ Romance Erotica

by Spade, Harnet

  “Eros… no, I can’t let you win.” Fight him now.

  But how can I fight a silent monster who always attacks when I’m at my weakest.

  I feel his heated breath everywhere on my skin. His head lowers on my body while his tongue slashes through all the walls I have erected, I cry out from a different kind of pain. My hands fall returning to wide shoulders, gripping… digging in my nails with so much yearning.

  He bites me as I push my torso deeper against his lips, a force of need lances through me, and he continues to corrupt me by taking a breast into his open mouth, breath sizzling on my tender pulsating nipple before he captures it on a resonating moan. I feel it coarse all through the nerves in my imprisoned body, I feel my own heat respond- filling me wet between my thighs.

  His heat, drive, and obsession are evident in every move he makes, his tongue flicking my overly sensitive nipple bringing me to the brink as he tugs, flicks, and licks. And I think, this is the end… my world is crumbling all around me.

  I am so hungry and wet, I start moaning like an uncontrollable beast.

  “This is only the beginning,” his voice echoes in my head as he thrust, driving his shaft into me, filling me so completely I feel nerves come alive as I squeeze him wanting to draw him in further.

  He is a possessed beast over me, insatiable in his greed to conquer, dominate, and destroy my resistance… me. I feel so much overwhelming pleasure, feeling him move inside of me, every spot igniting as stars light up behind my lids, and I scream from the sensations overtaking me because he is penetrating me in every way possible. He’s pushing in so hard, deep, yet drawing out so excruciatingly slow.

  “No, I cry out… don’t.”

  “Don’t what?” he says it growling.

  “Don’t pull away, Master… please stay… more, I can’t.” I don’t know what I’m saying because he is pulling completely out, and I feel I’ll do anything to have him inside again. I feel him everywhere, and I don’t want to lose him… I think I will lose my mind if I’m ever without him again.

  Free of him, I suffer worse pain than any of the physical pain ever inflicted upon me. The pain he exacted, just to prove this.

  I was his. Eros was all over me. I was in search of setting us both free, but he always won… I would never be free. With each painstakingly perfect thrust the chains solidified.

  It was never supposed to be him. I never wanted it, but now I knew I lied… to myself, to him.

  Eros thrust hard into me, and I scream, “Yes…yes, please don’t stop,” I roar. He thrust stronger and deeper every time… taking me higher than the previous, claiming me hard… feeling the caresses of his tongue, and endlessly roaming hands everywhere. Then it becomes too much because the pleasure and pain his fangs and rigid cock simultaneously provide by sinking profound into my skin are more gratifying than I can survive. He quickly draws out and thrust punishingly into me… once I have him- it feels almost soothing, yet leaving me raw for more while he penetrates shifting his hips and sinking deeper- taking me for everything I am.

  It’s too fucking much… I go all explosive on him and detonate shattering into a million pieces greedily milking him, sucking in everything he’s got to give. I hear his deep shallow breaths, and feel his unrestrained euphoria as my gyrating hips push hard, time and again, smacking with excessive fervor against him. He strains, pushes his speed, and I feel him driving and expanding painfully, making my orgasm extend into a new climax as he comes shouting and shooting into me.

  “Fuck! There is no hope for u and I. After this… Fuck Emmaley you drain me so completely. So. Fucking. Perfect.”

  After a while, when we both recover, I hear him say, “Every time I have to chase you, I’ll come after you and punish you like this.” The beast warns.

  Best solution I’ve heard of in a long time. I smile thinking I had just experienced my first wet dream. Please, Please, Please let my dreams always be wild and filled with crazed-love-sex like this… with you Master.

  I promise you, crazed-love-sex for all eternity, My not so Sweet Girl. He laughs… I told you I could make you beg for it.

  I still feel him full inside me while I’m breathlessly drifting into sleep. I feel complete and sated and think with sex like this I really would be begging for it all my life.

  Then… with the satisfaction my body has reached, comes the calming of my nerves, and I feel nothing but warmth. I sleep soundlessly and undisturbed for the first time in years.

  Chapter 7: Faithfully Pulling Me Down to My Knees

  I lazily ran my hands over his firm, smooth like velvet skin and awoke to the intoxicating smell of the Lycan all over me. Smiling because there was sweet delicious warmth and his woods and spice scent filled me with comfort- I couldn’t stop the sound of content I made from escaping.

  Too soon… hard reality hits me, and I realize I’m no longer dreaming. The body I’m pressing against is solid, hard, sweeter than warm honey, and too fucking real!

  I opened my eyes and realized where the warmth came from. I was sleeping on the Lycan… over his smooth bare chest while the soft buttery leather covering his thighs cradled me. The beast had his hand tangled in my hair while the other held his shirt over my back.

  I stilled, wishing on a held breath he would not wake. My dream from last night was still very fresh in my mind, and I feared there were times in my dream it all felt too real… I had a suspicion Eros could be using the Lycan without his knowledge, just like Jeffery.

  If the Lycan felt what I’d experienced last night… Eros had just beyond complicated… everything.

  He was asleep so I took a moment and looked down on him. His lips were partially open, invitingly… I imagined myself letting go, slowly nearing, and lowering my lips to his.

  The dream resurfaced.

  Dreams were like a Salvador Dali surrealist painting, so I refrained from analyzing it because it was already a picture burned in my mind. It was best to absorb, take it in through every pore, silently entranced- devoted.

  I looked like a faithful worshiper regarding his face with a new found fascination. So I stopped myself just in time. There was something here… newly surfacing between us.

  I had to destroy it.

  He came back after all. He tried to give me the comfort of his body while he lay against the cold rough ground. I didn’t want his continued efforts to appease me because in the end we were going our separate ways, or… I would kill him.

  I tried to lift slowly off him gently griping his wrist and carefully lowering them, trying not to wake him. Just as I was placing them on his stomach, he pulled causing me to fall all over him, so there I was laying sprawled over him and looking into pools of green-rimmed whiskey-amber eyes.

  With my hands on the ground next to both sides of his face, I bristled with anger when he smiled showing his perfect sparkling white teeth and said, “Good morning, sleep well Beauty? Was I wild and hot enough for you? I thought you said you hated my crazed beast. You fucking adored him last night.”

  “You know seeing as I want to kill you most of the time, you really need to learn when to stay away. I don’t have any desire to be speaking to you after the way you acted last night.” I said hoping he understood not to ever repeat last night’s events. All of last night’s events- including the dream. I don’t know how he got in my head, but he needed to stay the hell out.

  I wondered if it was the witch or Eros who shared too much information with him. Because lying over the belly of the beast… there was no doubt in my mind- he induced the dream. Did the witches aid him? Or Did Eros have control of him?

  His hands shoot out griping my arm and neck as I’m pushing myself up, “Then let’s not talk because you seemed to want me soul deep, a monster like me, giving it the way I was,” he said with a slight curve to his full lips… but his eyes said something else entirely. They said he was dangerously close to claiming something which wasn’t his to claim. I would never be his.

  An image flashed of hi
m laying over me while he zealously pumped into me, my body arching and pushing powerfully meeting every one of his thrust. I saw myself as he had seen me, responding with eyes gone black… inhuman in my need and movements as every part of me was engaged- desperate for him.

  “Life imitates art, Love. Let’s breathe life into your paintings.”

  I see my eyes reflected in his honeyed whiskey ones flashing hate filled desire, and I feel myself warming with longing inside my jeans, “Sorry, but you’re not really my type. Now let go… I don’t do well when restrained.”

  The truth was he wasn’t Eros and Eros was who I’d wanted last night. His smile darkens slowly fading, opening his palms he says, “I understand on both accounts, I suppose your tastes are derived from your conditioned behavior.”

  Yeah, I want to kill him.

  “You just couldn’t be courteous and leave it alone, could you?” My hand dives into his stomach, reaching up around his heart, and gently squeezing, “You know nothing Lycan, all I want is to feed, and kill… all the time. So even if you are not my preferred taste… you’ll do, so shut the hell up if you want to live.” His hand closes around my wrist, but other than that does nothing to pull or retaliate- it surprises me, I am used to different.

  “You forgot Fuck, Love. Your undeniable need to feed on and fuck me.” He says with some difficulty.

  I gently remove my hand, get up taking his shirt, turning, and stripping out of mine. His blood drives me nuts making it difficult to button it, so I leave it open. I needed to walk away fast, or he would know exactly what I meant… and with the dream fresh in my mind I may even find out what he meant.

  “You are deathly mistaken. Lucky for you all I need from you is your worthless shirt since you tore the only one I had last night.” I said jumping down leaving him on the ground with a gaping hole in his stomach. That should keep him put for some time and take the smile off his face permanently.

  Tracing and exiting the cave, I used my shirt to wipe off his blood from my hand… arm, discarded it, and buttoned up his shirt tracing further East.

  I know he meant to show me he was somehow different- better than what I was used to, but he sure knew how to push all my wrong buttons in the process. What he said was true… I needed to learn, not to trust my instincts and keep the hell away from building relationships to anyone for some time. Emotionally I was drained, and I feared I would be too much of an easy prey for someone who seemed to know so much about me, someone like him.

  I was always at a loss because while I remembered close to nothing everyone had the upper hand- they had their memories.

  If I asked him how we knew each other he would suspect I felt or remembered our connection. I instinctively knew I needed the element of surprise with him.

  I was in a terrible mood when the Sun was slowly beginning its decline from over my head- directly feeling the ray’s energy weaken me. I wanted to kill the Lycan for witnessing my torture and then thinking he could psychoanalyze me. I needed to kill something because I hadn’t lied, I was constantly starving, and I barely drank from him trying not to become dependent on his blood alone. I didn’t trust not knowing the consequences of drinking from one source for too long especially after hearing what Darius’s blood had done to me.

  The Lycan was dangerous. There was something between us I couldn’t deny, a familiarity of sorts. I had already started to crave his blood.

  I undid four buttons on his shirt, when I spotted the hyena hunting me. Funny it looked just like they did on Earth with its spotted matted hair- it seemed out of place in this planet. It was about five feet tall and weighing about 150 pounds. My mouth watered… it was just what the doctor ordered. If only I could convince my mind of this.

  I knew it would not come close, or be any substitution for the Lycan, but it would have to be enough. I walked slowing my pace, and letting it gain on me.

  Picking up my hair and knotting it over my head, trying to cool myself the best way possible… I waited for its attack. It took its time, probably instinctively guessing I was more than what I appeared to be, so I decided to drop to my knees attempting to act like I was defeated by the scorching heat. It lunged, suddenly my awareness kicked up into high gear, and I was over it, easily controlling it, snapping its neck, and biting through its rough gritty coat of hair- draining it before the blood lost its warmth.

  It was disgusting, but it would have to do.

  I traced away from it needing to continue, and feeling hopeful I would soon find shade somewhere in this hell of a desert. My search continued hours later. It was becoming increasingly difficult to lift my feet out of the black sand, and I was sweating profusely when I realized the Sun was beginning to set. I felt wave after wave of nausea. I continued fighting it, but soon I came to the conclusion that the only reasonable explanation for my weakened state was… poison.

  I must have been poisoned because the witches were near. They were planning something… I could feel it in the thickness of the air around me just as strongly as I felt them. And I automatically knew I’d given them what they sought. They wanted me weak… weak to control me. He said they would try to control me or kill me.

  No… what had I just done.

  God help me because I was at their mercy.

  I was struggling, panting when I felt his presence for the first time since I’d left him this morning. I knew he followed some distance away because I’d fed from him enough to know he continued with his purpose, but he’d kept enough distance that I didn’t know his precise location.

  Maybe he’d finally grown a brain, and purposely kept his distance from me all day. Yet now… he chose the worst possible moment. I felt him nearing… he would soon be upon me. I hurried away from him because I didn’t trust myself not to kill him from the thirst I felt.

  I was weak, and he was quickly closing the distance between us. I sensed he knew something was terribly wrong with me. He shouldn’t have chosen to come because now he truly was in danger, my conscience panicked while I imagined doing my worst to him. My patience with him and everyone else was over! Did he believe himself safe because I’d fed from him yesterday? How utterly wrong he was.

  I tried again, tracing further from him when suddenly I had to stop… hunching over with a sharp pang in my stomach. My stomach felt like it was boiling with the heat surrounding me and my body tensed as if knives dug into my spinal cord. I hysterically started speaking to myself, trying to remain calm while opening up his shirt, and throwing it to the ground in front of me- in a fit of panic. My fingers, following their own advice, began lowering to my jeans when I realized what I had just done, stopped myself, and thought better of it.

  I was shivering violently while burning like a furnace inside.

  I began to crawl towards the shirt when I just couldn’t stand it any longer and stopped... on my knees I began unbuttoning my jeans. My fingers shook uncontrollably making me struggle a long while with the silver button.

  I can’t stop trying to undo the button until I’m finished because I feel like my life is depending on that freaking button.

  I’m a mess unable to get out of my jeans, with the button still intact my fingers dive for the zipper instead, but that too was stuck, or I was too weak to lower it.

  I feel burning drops on my face and realize they are my own tears… I scream in a fit of anger. I start choking, quickly followed by spitting up all I drank… yellow amber colored liquid is what flows from my lips. Looking at my fingers, I see it isn’t even blood. The hyena had been an illusion, I thought looking at my stained fingertips and seeing the vile substance.

  God, how could I have swallowed that… it tasted horrible.

  Felt like acid leaving my lips. I threw it all up shivering uncontrollably, while I burned for him inside. My head felt like it would burst into flames, my knees could no longer sustain me, and I fell on my side with my arms crossing over my breasts. I watched the blue-violet streaks across the sky missing Darius for some odd and uncontrollable r
eason. I missed his soft caresses, the rough ones too, his storming eyes, but most of all I missed our twisted time together. Funny I should miss him now, finally free from him.

  How could I want him knowing what he’s done to me? … Knowing I don’t belong with him. Maybe… because he always made everything better, even if he used unconventional methods… lies.

  I missed him with such a painful intensity all I thought about was how it would feel to have him, close… feeling his heart beat under my palm as I lay over his chest breathing him in. He could bring me so much pleasure with just his eyes upon my skin.

  Now, I knew why.

  I laughed through the pain, wondering how it was I couldn’t let go. Even after knowing how low Darius stooped, and how deep his betrayal was.

  Chapter 8: Your Death Wish, if There’s Love in Your Eyes

  I was dry heaving, panting, and under the delusion it was Darius that found me. He was near, by my side looking down on me like I was his favorite bone- only my sense of smell sensed the Lycan. I smelled Lycan, but he felt and looked just like the dragon I wanted.

  “What’s wrong with you, why all this arousal… pain?” He corrected, standing over me- asking, but looking everywhere else making sure no one would take his prized possession from him. “Is the dragon here, has he come for you?”

  “Darius, don’t come any closer.” I moaned from the pain of wanting him, the confusion making it so easy to give into the poison and pretend it was him.

  “Where the fuck is Darius, did he do this to you, make you like this? Did he bite you, tell me now, what else did he do?” He was looking for him, looking crazed searching for the source of my pain.

  I turned from him. Taking a fetal position as my shaking intensified. I was in hell.

  “Answer me!” he demanded sounding so much like the man I needed.