Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

She’s was dozing off way too fast. Her eye lids that had long fluttered close, going still and stiff.

“Fuck. Fuck!” He cursed, holding her almost limp cold body in his arms as he attempted to lay her on the bed.

He knew he should have stopped, he knew he should have stopped himself a long time ago.

He had taken too much.

The smile on her face was a plain show of the euphoria he had given her while feeding from her. There was no possible way she would have know that she was dying. She wouldn’t even be able to sense it.

He was quick to have her back against the soft bed and a part of his palm that he dugged his claws in pressed to her mouth, so that his blood trickled through her parted lips, into her mouth, and down her throat.

She gulped almost too weakly, but that was adequate. His blood would find its way into her system and that should be enough.

Hopefully.

Then he pulled back, his claw pulling out of his palm, his skin sealing up, his blood drying up.

His whole body tensed, his gaze fixed on her as he watched her body go faintly still.

“Come on, my Love.”

He pulled his hair back, waiting torturously. Trying to stop himself from digging his fangs into her neck and turning her once and for all, from the fear of losing her. But he had to be patient, he had to ensure that, that was the only solution left, he had to ensure that he wasn’t doing it due to that small selfish part of him that had been worrying about the short span of her human life and what he would have to do when she was finally gone if she decided to stay human.

He had to wait.

But waiting was starting to become almost way too painful.

He held her hand and pressed a thumb on her wrist to feel her pulse.

It was faint.

His fangs slowly poked out from his swollen gums, past his lips at ready to dig and do other deadly piercing things if need be.

That wasn’t wise.

He should give her more of his blood not turn her, but he really wanted to turn her. But then again, he knew that he still had time to wait and if he didn’t, Ivy would never forgive him when she found out.

By the Blood, this battle was strong.

Like a force that he couldn’t fight, he found himself bringing her naked body up to his nude one, so that she was in a slight sitting position. Her hand dropped down by her sides to the bed, her eyes still shut tight, her body stiff.

He titled her head to the side and headed to her exposed neck.

The smell of her blood that hit him made his body stir, the sight of his hickeys all over her skin, he buried his nose there, allowing her scent to flood his senses.

His hold tightened around her.

By the Blood, he was just as addicted.

With force he pulled himself out of the invisible spell her blood had over him and his fangs pushed out.

Completely.

He had waited enough.

He would have to turn her now.

Like a jolt from his readiness, he heard her draw in a long ragged breath and he stiffened immediately, his fangs pulling back slowly into his gums.

His eyes twinkled with an imbalance of happiness and let down.

A part of him had really wanted to turn her and no matter how selfish that had been, he had hoped that would be the result.

He put her back to bed, watching as her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath she took.

She was alive.

Good.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, pulled a blanket over her, wore his brief, picked up the night robe she had on earlier that had now fallen to the ground, and pulled it over her.

She mumbled something in her sleep, words he could hear clearly but had no meaning when they were connected together as a sentence.

“I need to stop myself.” He said, sitting next to her, holding her hand. “I need to wane myself of you. I don’t want go end up killing you, my love.”

The ringing of his phone interrupted him, but he knew what the call would be about.

It was certainly Jett again.

Ever since his brother had arrived, nothing had been going as planned with the House and every member of different Houses had been nothing but relentlessly tensed and afraid. Even he was, no matter how bad he wanted to hid it.

He was terrified that anytime soon, they would all go into full action and shit would hit the fan, not the way it had been doing for many years now.

His brother was bad news and he wished he had just stayed away from them a little longer, at least till his plan with the House and the other things he had planned to do had been taken care of. He wished he had already been able to ingrain Ivy into the House already.

But considering that he was now here, he would have to keep Ivy a secret from him. He must not know that he had found a Potential that he was now willing to go to the Moon and back for. If he did, the result would be something more perilous, something far more damaging than anything he could ever imagine.

Why did his brother ever come back?

He could hear his phone ringing over and over again but all he could think about was his Potential, his love for her and how much danger their bond could possibly put her into now.

He would have to protect her more than he had been doing before.

By the Blood, having some of his vampires hanging around every night at this house and wherever she was, ever since he knew her, might no longer be enough protection.

He might have to do more.

He must do more.