CHAPTER 469: IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE

"What have you done to yourself?" Silas practically growled, rushing to yank the dagger out of her hands before tossing it to the furthest corner.

In response, and despite the fact that he had jostled her when grabbing her wrist, Arabella kept both her calm and the grin, "Nothing that can’t be healed," she whispered.

The vampire shut his eyes, took a deep breath then finally released the tension in his jaws to speak, "Why?"

He did not yell and simply took out his own dagger to open a wound on his palm which he pushed towards her lips, "Drink," he muttered.

Arabella did not turn her beak away from it, but slowly pushed her injured hand closer to his mouth, "You first,"

"Stop that," he took it and directed it away, "You are way too tired. Besides, it hasn’t been more than two weeks since I fed,"

She looked him in the eyes unblinkingly, head tilting from one side to the other in the slowest of motions as he dangled his bloody hand right under her nose, "It isn’t carved in stone. Nothing says you cannot feed before the two weeks mark,"

"It will be too taxing on your body and I am still on the fence about you drinking my blood,"

He told no lie, but deep down, the desire to take a lick of it burned him to no end. That night, right in that moment, Silas craved far more than her blood... It took every ounce of power and patience in him to quiet the screams of the cells that built his body.

"Please," she pressed more of her weight onto him, "I want this and I know you want it too,"

Her warmth grew harder to resist by the second. Although what sent him over the edge was the leg she raised between his legs very slowly until it grazed his family jewels and cock.

"This isn’t fair," he groaned.

"How many times have you said that already?"

"Far more than I care to count,"

With those words, he dove in, tongue first to experience the full taste of it. His hand latched on to hers, feeling how very fragile and crushable it was all the while, she never stopped rubbing her thigh between his legs.

That only fueled his feverish need for more, prompting his fangs to pry through his gums.

He halted very momentarily to whisper through heavy breaths, "This is the second time I give you a chance to stop and you just threw it away. Now, it’s too late,"

Arabella made no protests and allowed him to lean her head to the side before sinking his teeth in her neck.

The little yelp, followed by a broken moan did nothing to quell his hunger. Her entire body tensed up, plopping further against him as her fingers clung to his clothes.

He sucked to his heart’s desire before ripping his fangs out in a sudden manner, earning another cry out of her.

Quickly and before the paralysis of the Mirari took over, Silas scooped her up, laid her on the bed then broke the skin of his palm one more time since it had already healed.

With his nail, he kept pressing down on it to draw as much blood as possible without the wound healing in under a second.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, holding his hand right above her mouth.

The blood did not wait for her to obey and painted her lips red. Arabella’s breath had already grown ragged as if she had exerted her body at a laborious task.

Soon enough, his blood trickled over then along her tender tongue. Seeing it, Silas fought every fiber in his being not to lock his tongue with hers in that moment since he still had her blood in his mouth.

Instead, he dove back to her neck, sucking and kissing the clean side, effectively smearing it red as well.

He lifted himself right on time to watch her eyes sharpen and the little gaps on her throat close before his gaze.

"I can’t believe you convinced me to do this,"

At those words he straddled her around the middle without putting any of his weight on her body.

Having fully regained her senses and vigor, her hands went straight underneath his vest in order to unbuckle his belt.

It was both odd and thrilling to witness the hunger in her gemstones. There was no way she could have been pretending, was there? She truly wanted to be treated exactly like that and Silas did not mind giving to her.

"This was not the phase three of your birthday I had imagined but well," he took to unbuttoning his vest before throwing it off himself.

Breathing and out faster than natural, Arabella licked at her own lips before speaking, "This is the best phase three I could have ever imagined,"

All the while still relentlessly ripping his belt away before casting it aside.

She simmered down at once when Silas brought his face inches away from hers, hand around her bloodied throat, keeping her in place without even pressing.

He just breathed against her skin as his hands worked out of sight.

The bathrobe covering her body stood no chance. Torn apart, leaving her completely exposed again.

She made not a peep as he moved his legs between hers. The moans only started when a wandering hand glided up, exploring from her thigh to her stomach then chest before gripping her tit and giving it a good shake.

"My blood is still in your system. It should continue to act as a remedy for a good while," he whispered against her chin.

Arabella made no comment as her entire focus was seemingly on his fingers which pinched at her nipple between them.

Letting go of her neck and breasts, his hands went under her knees, spreading her legs open.

The thought of returning the courtesy by sucking between her legs crossed his mind but he let it go in favor of penetration.

That night, Silas wished to be inside her in more ways than one.