Page 70 of His Retribution

My eyes wander, trace the elegant curve of her neck up to more dark tresses, tiny glints of gold sparkling through.

And despite the instant recognition, the immediate fear that ricochets through my entire being, I cannot seem to move. Not in any appropriate way at least.

No, my fangs have fully elongated and are deep in her throat, my mouth continues to suck, tongue working in tandem so not one drop of blood is wasted.

And my body? That bastard is primed and ready.

My cock is so hard it's like stone, balls so tight it's almost painful and my hips, my hips grind and thrust of their own accord against the heat radiating from my light.

My light.

I use every ounce of strength I have and rear back as carefully as I can, remove my mouth from her throat and when my angel whimpers I feel it like an ice pick through my heart.

“Shit." I push up on my hands and knees, look down to see my love, my beautiful blue light spread beneath me. "Oh angel, oh my sweet angel, I'm sorry. Fuck. My angel, please forgive me, I—"

"Why did you stop?"

I blink down at her as my light's eyes slowly open, her cheeks flush, jagged pupils blown wide. She bites her lower lip as her radiant blue gaze meets mine, hives forming on her chest and creeping up her neck. Her neck where I see a small cut in between the marks from my fangs.

"What is this?" This cannot be right, no. She was asleep in this bed last I was here, her mind shut off to the world. I must have done something terrible, my injuries sparking my bloodlust and preventing me from thinking clearly, forced me to take the nearest vein. There is no way—

Delicate fingers dig into my sides, pulling my hips back toward hers. "Havok? Why did you stop?"

My eyes move from her face back to her neck, the tiny cut already healing. "You did this? Did this to yourself?"

She nods, holds me captive with those blue high beams.

"Why? Why would you do such a thing? Inflict pain upon yourself, one that causes you to bleed knowing what I am?"

She breaks my stare, releases her hold and attempts to turn away but I pin her with my hips, an incredibly stupid move since my cock is the happiest it's been in two hundred and seventy-five years, and this only makes him delirious with joy.

My light inhales sharply but still refuses to meet my eyes. "I just wanted to help you."

Immediately my heart softens, the fear is replaced by genuine gratitude, relief that I did not attack my love in a bloodlust that would have surely been fatal.

"Are you all right, my angel?"

My light still looks away and I see what appear to be tears along her lashes and fear takes hold again.

"My angel, please, tell me. Did I hurt you? Are you alright?"

"I knew it wasn't true."

My brow furrows.

What is she talking about?

I drop to my elbows, cage her head between them then use my fingers on her chin to bring her eyes back to mine.

She does not resist but looks incredibly heartbroken and that slays me.

"I do not understand, angel. Did I hurt you? Say something to cause doubt? I..." I clear my throat and will my cock to deflate even the slightest bit. He does not, so it seems I will be having this conversation with my love while my giant hard-on is pressed to her core. I really suck. "I do not always have control of my actions, my words when I feed. Things become very instinctual at times, especially when I haven't fed in so long. I—"

"I know.” My light blinks as a tear slides back into her hair. "Or I thought I did anyway."

Somehow I frown harder. "My angel, I do not understand. I'm trying, trying hard to make sense of what you're saying but I'm afraid I do not follow."

"Clearly."