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Keegan held me close to him as I groggily walked. I didn’t know why I was so tired, but I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes open. The house was stunning, all natural wood moldings and candles lit in places where lamps should have been, giving it an ethereal feel. I was warm and felt safe here. Keegan sat me down and I sank into the velvety softness of a suede sofa.
“BABY, YOU SIT RIGHT here. I’m gonna take care of you.” He was right next to me, but sounded so far away. I looked at him and nodded. At least I think I did. Then I was grabbed by the face and his father was staring, searching my half-mast eyes for something I couldn’t begin to guess at.
“She’s on a bleed? Oh Keegan, not only did you blood a Legacy, but she’s going to be a breeder.” He looked at Keegan with abject fear. “You need to keep your hands to yourself, unless you want to put her in a delicate way and fast.”
I laughed. “You talk funny; you know that?” I bopped him on the nose and he stared at me sternly.
“Blood drunk on top of it. Oh, to Hell with this insanity.” He turned on Keegan. “You cannot come in here and lecture me on my decisions of bedfellows when your own has such issues. You two share too much, she craves Pureblood over any other and that is why she’s starving so often. It’s her Hunter’s blood screaming to be satiated.
My Hunter’s blood? Yes, I could feel it pulsing in my veins. To hunt, to kill, to stalk and choose my prey, to feed in the most unnatural ways. I watched the vein in his throat as it pumped and I reached out to trace it with my fingertips and he pulled away.
“Son, you need to get her under control.”
“And therein lies the problem, Father. I don’t know how. She damn near went feral this afternoon, it’s why we came so quickly.”
“Then we have much to discuss, but for now take her to bed. I’m sure you remember where that is?”
“I do.” Keegan scooped me up into his arms and I nestled into his chest, taking a deep breath, loving the scent of him.
I craved him like an insomniac craved sleep, and I didn’t care why. I just knew that I needed to have him.
The candle light cast shadows across the long halls as he carried me up a winding flight of stairs to the second floor. By the time we had reached the door, I had already begun to work at him with gentle kisses.
“Ryane,” he moaned out my name and I smiled. It was the way he said it, I knew he was mine.
My feet dangled as he slipped his hands down under me, grabbing ahold of my firm plump ass. I held on to his neck, kissing him, sucking on his tongue, firing him up. My pants were gone in moments and I could feel his cock as it hit my stomach, now it was my turn to moan. He lifted me up, putting my legs up over his hips and put me to the door as he drove deep inside of me.
“Fuck yeah,” I gasped as he ploughed into me, hard and fast. It didn’t take long until I was clenching up all around him, the first time. As I went barreling over the edge, he slammed up inside me and I clamped down on him, holding him where I needed him. My nails dug into his back and I could smell his blood. Feel it as it trickled down over my fingers. I took my hand to my mouth, sucking the fireball infused tangy liquid down. I couldn’t get enough of this man!
He grabbed my hand, pushing it from my mouth, and kissed me ravenously. I opened my eyes, wanting to watch as he pumped into me, and he spun me around. That’s when I realized, this was no ordinary room. It was without any necessities, no furniture except a chair and the bed and no windows that I could make out in the darkness.
“Baby?” I gasped as he carried me to the bed.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed into me, as my hands went above my head and I could feel the restraints click into place.
“What are you doing?” I clenched my teeth as he bound my legs.
“What must be done to help you. Remember, I will never lie to you and I love you.” He kissed my forehead, leaving me half-naked and screaming on the bed.