Page 46 of Tortured Soul (Soulless #1)

Carter

M y blood pounded in my ears as I ran, wobbling toward my room, my shoulders hitting the walls with each of my strides.

Fuck, fuck, fuck !

Kicking the door open, I rushed inside and slammed it behind me, the walls shaking around it. I didn’t stop to acknowledge the things that fell when I accidentally bumped into them on my way to the bathroom..

“ Fool! ” the voices said. “Poisonous! Get it out! ”

I fell to my knees in front of the toilet bowl and pushed two fingers to the back of my throat. I retched on the floor, but no matter how hard I tried, none of her blood came out.

“ GET IT OUT! ” the voices continued, screeching and clawing at my mind.

My nails dug into my skull, pulling at my own hair as I cried. “I CAN’T! I FUCKING CAN’T!”

Their screams and wails echoed in my head and my whole body contorted in pain as my wings spread out uncontrollably behind me.

I couldn’t muffle my screams and sobs as my head pounded like a dozen Hellhounds were trying to claw their way out, and my blood felt like liquid fire in my veins.

Was her blood truly poisonous? Why had it felt so good? Why—

Everything stopped. The bathroom floor felt cold under my suddenly relaxed muscles. My mind quieted to the point where no voices could be heard—not their usual whispering, nor the screaming.

By the time my chest stopped heaving and my eyes opened, it'd been at least five minutes. Using my arms, I sat up, freeing my wings that had been stuck behind my back and knocking a potted plant in the process.

What the Hell happened? I’ve always heard other Divine say that demon blood tasted bitter or foul , but not that it was poisonous . And why did her blood taste like— like… Otherworldly.

It was known among Divines that our own was the most exquisite thing we would ever have. I did remember drinking some, back in the Heavens. Although most of us drank it carefully, some were addicted. A few even fell because of it.

But Lola’s blood?

No. It was something else. Were other Divines lying about demons? Or was there something wrong with me ?

I released a heavy breath, dropping my eyes to my crotch and the sticky stain now on my jeans.

Fuck .

Too many things had happened at once, and I wasn’t sure how or even when that occurred.

Of course I’d been aroused. More than I’d ever been before. But she didn’t even touch me.

Jumping to my feet, I took all of my clothes off and stepped under the shower.

That fucking temptress. I’ve been overwhelmed by lust three times in my entire life, and she was responsible for all. Up until today, I managed to keep myself under control and never even touched myself.

And that was all it took. Arc, pleasuring her while I barely touched her. While I bit her. Her coming apart in my arms had been enough to make me come for the first time since I fell, and I wasn’t sure if I was furious or relieved about this.

And now, the voices were gone, my mind was quieter than when I smoked Datura, and I craved to drink her blood again.

Fuck, I was so screwed.