13. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Azizia

I almost died when my brother tore through the bathroom door, and I don’t just mean because I was scared of him finding out I’d kidnapped someone and was holding them hostage; but because if he found out I’d kidnapped someone and was holding them hostage, he’d kill me himself.

It’s a good thing Roger can’t talk because that hairless alien certainly would have ratted me out, and without a second thought too. The damn thing couldn’t even play nice for two seconds to help me out. I thought cats were supposed to be nice? Why else would people have them for pets? That damn thing is a menace! And where the hell am I going to keep him now? My brute of a brother tore the bathroom door right off the hinges, so that fat beast is just going to roam free in my house? What if he tries to suffocate me while I sleep? All he’d need to do is plop his fat ass on my face and I’d be a goner.

Once Rae is finally gone, I feel like I can breathe, which lasts for all of three seconds until I remember Felix is in the bathroom… but not just in the bathroom, in the shower! And soaked, too.

I hurry to him to offer him help, but when I get to him, I find him furious.

“You’re fucking married?” he barks at me.

Of all things that my brother said, Felix had to remember that?

My eyes widen, and I step back. I didn’t think he had it in him to speak in such a firm and demanding voice, but it seems when he’s passionate about something, it's no problem. My thoughts ping-pong back and forth to how much I like his tone and why he cares that I’m married, to the fact I think he’s actually angry.

Why, of all things, is he angry about this?

He didn’t get this upset over me kidnapping him.

Not about trying to get him to drink human blood.

Not about killing someone.

Not about keeping his cat hostage.

He did get a little upset about me opening up someone else’s mail, but then he used that toy on me and he seemed to like it, and forgot the fact that he was partaking in said federal offense by using the stolen mail…

Men are such strange beings.

“Uhm… yes?”

Felix growls, then tugs the curtain open the rest of the way so hard that the plastic hangers snap, the bar that was holding it falls off and crashes to the floor. I jump back as he slips in the tub, but catches himself on the wall and doesn’t fall. He gets out, straightens himself, then pins me with a glare. He walks toward the door, but stops right beside me, looking down at me and says through clenched teeth, “It smells like death in here.” Then he keeps going.

I’ve made him angry.

Why did I make him angry?

No, not why . But how? I didn’t do it on purpose—hell, I didn’t even do anything but save Felix. I don’t want him angry with me. I want him to love me!

“Felix, wait!” I shout, spinning around to follow after him. I find him on his hands and knees in the kitchen, looking under the table. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for my cat so we can leave.”

“Leave? What? Why? I thought we were… you know. Uh…” I look back at the bedroom. “Doing stuff.”

Because I really want that stuff to continue. Damn my brother for interrupting!

“I need to go. I can’t say here. I’m not thinking straight. I need to eat.”

“I can feed you!” I say, taking a few steps into the kitchen.

He gets to his feet and runs a hand through his wet hair. “No, I told you. I can’t drink human bl—”

“I’m not human!” I shout, though I didn’t mean to say it so loud. I clear my throat. “I’m not human, so you can feed from me… right?”

He blinks a few times, looking me up and down. He shakes his head. “I can’t.” He pushes past me.

“Why not?” I call after him. “If you’re hungry, I have blood. Lots of it, inside my body. You can have all—okay, maybe not all of it, but you can have whatever I don’t need to stay alive.”

He turns to look at me, brow furrowed and a frown on his lips. I have no idea what he’s thinking, and I hate that I can’t figure it out.

“You’re married,” he says sternly.

What the hell does that have to do with him eating?

“Why does that matter?”

“You don’t understand! I’m starving. I already lost control in there,” he points to the bedroom, “with you and that soul sucking toy. There is no doubt in my mind I’ll lose control again, and I can’t let that happen, because you are married. ”

“But—”

“No buts!” He throws his arms up and spins around. “Roger, where the hell are you?” he calls, stepping into the bedroom and getting on his hands and knees to look under the bed for his alien. Hopefully, he stays good and hidden, because Felix will not leave without finding that damn cat. So, maybe it’s a good thing he’s missing.

I could tell him I saw him head toward the basement, but I’m not going to do that.

I step into the bedroom. “I don’t want to be married,” I say, hoping that’ll help things.

“And I don’t want my cat to be missing, but here we are.”

He gets up and pops his head into the bathroom.

“He’s not missing. He’s just… hiding.”

Felix glares as he turns to face me. “Well, you actually are married, so—”

“You don’t understand!” I shout at him, repeating the words he said to me only a short time ago. “He’s not a good person. He’s… evil. And I know that’s crazy because he’s a demon, and most demons are, but he’s like really evil. I… I didn’t agree to the marriage. He just took me, and forced me to marry him, and that’s… that’s why I’m here because I’m trying to get away from him, but living up here is hard. There are so many things and rules and laws and I don’t know what to do but I can’t go back. I can’t let him find me.”

I’m panting by the time I’m done, wondering where all of that came from. I hadn’t meant to let loose all of that information. I’m not usually so emotional when it comes to this stuff, but I guess the thought of Xadrian finding me and taking me back has me crazy.

Felix stares at me for a long time. So long I think maybe he’s turned into a statue somehow.

Can vampires do that?

Finally he speaks. And when he does, his words come out so softly, I barely hear them.

“He forced you?”

How is it this man has so many inflections and tones in just one voice? It’s like magic.

“Yeah, but I mean, it’s not a big deal. It happens all the time in Hell.” I shrug, then look down at my feet, unable to meet his eyes.

His feet come into view, and when I look up, he’s standing right in front of me.

“Don’t do that,” he whispers.

“Do what?”

“Justify something bad happening to you because you’re embarrassed about it.”

“I’m not embarrassed, I’m just…” I look away when I can’t find the words to describe how I’m feeling.

Maybe I am embarrassed?

He makes a strange, almost choked sound, and I look back at him, noting he’s even paler than normal. His eyes are closed, and even his lips are turning a weird shade of white. He’s still hot though.

I place my hand on his arm, and he opens his eyes. “Felix, you need to eat,” I say gently. “Just let me feed you. Even if it’s only this once.”

He swallows, then sighs. When he nods, I blow out a breath of relief.

“Just this once,” he says.

I pull him toward the bed. I sit down, ignoring the box the toy was in that’s bringing back memories of him using it on me because that’s not what I need to be thinking about right now.

He sits beside me, and we both settle in to face one another.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Just try not to move, and…” He swallows hard. “And try not to make any noise.”

Well, that’s a weird request, but okay.

“Don’t move, don’t make a sound. Got it.” I nod firmly. “I can do that.”

He leans in, but I press my hand to his chest. “Wait, you’re not going to kill me, right?”

He smirks, shaking his head. “No, I won’t kill you.”

“Okay, because I really meant it when I said you can only have what I don’t need. I don’t want to die.”

“I promise you will not die.”

“Is it going to hurt?” I drop my hand from his chest.

“For a second, but then…” His jaw clenches and he looks away. “Just focus on not making any noise. It’ll make it easier on me if you’re quiet.”

“You won’t even know I’m here,” I say as cheerily as I can, but then realize how stupid that is because, obviously, he’ll know I’m here… he’s drinking my blood.

I pull my hair away from my neck and tug it around to the other shoulder, then move closer to him and turn so I’m at a better angle.

Felix slides his hand along my neck, stroking my jaw with his thumb as he settles it on the opposite side of where he’s going to bite.

He leans in, and I hold my breath as I feel his brushing along my neck, the warmth causing goosebumps.

I hear his deep inhale, hear what sounds like a small growl, and I brace for the pain.

“Just once,” he whispers quietly. I don’t think I was meant to hear it. And then there’s the sharp pinch. The pain lasts all of a second before it turns into something so much better than I ever could have imagined.

I thought staying still was going to be easy.

I thought keeping quiet was going to be a walk in the park.

Turns out, both of those things are so far from possible, it’s almost laughable. The pleasure seeps into my neck and travels through my body, settling low in my belly.

I reach for him, gripping his shirt and gritting my teeth as he sucks on my neck, pulling the blood from my vein.

Don’t make a sound. Don’t move.

Keep quiet. Act invisible.

I tell myself these things over and over but it does nothing to stop the whimper from leaving me when he moans. Before I know what’s happening, he’s on top of me, his erection pressed against my aching pussy, his hand wound so tightly in my hair forcing me to stay still as he continues to feed.

I’m wildly turned on, but also terrified.

I grind my hips against him, and he groans again.

Gods, this feels so good, but…

What if he doesn’t stop?