Storms of Fate [ SOF ] [ BTS ]

Chapter 29 : Passionate Dangers (M)

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3 AM :

Jimin watched the beautiful angelic girl open her blue eyes hazily and give him a soft smile. She snuggled a little deeper in her pillow as her skin appeared luminous in the moonlight and low lamp light reaching her.

He sensed his brother behind him silently getting up and slowly coming towards them, rightly sensing his mood.

Jimin ran the tips of his cold finger over her cheeks, tracing them lightly along her jaws, her bare throat. Anya arched into his touch and smiled a little more. Jimin slowly reached for the thick plait and brushed it away from her shoulders, baring her neck to him.

"They were right Master, Your trust IS addictive." He murmured as he bent forward towards her soft sleepy figure, his chin touching her shoulder.

Then, he plunged his fangs in her neck, covering her mouth with his other hand as he let the venom flood her blood.

Anya's body jerked hard and Jimin climbed on her, his weight pressing her down on the bed. The teeth pierced through her flesh, followed by venom entering her blood. Her neck burned, feeling like a red hot poker had been stabbed in her.

The hand covering her mouth clamped down harder as she involuntarily let out a scream of unexpected pain, but simultaneously, her other hand lifted in air, stopping Jungkook from interfering.

Jimin settled in heavily on her, his venom a continuous flow inside her, as her blood wet his tongue. The taste, the enhanced stronger scent of her essence filled his senses, making him groan. His arms went around her body as he released her mouth and lapped up her blood, the taste driving him higher.

Anya felt a stream of fire enter her body, spreading throughout. She gasped at the intensity of the pain she was feeling, trying to remember if it had been the same the previous time. May it be for her emotional state or the venom when his Vrâg was not awakened, this venom was much more potent than the past.

She closed her eyes as she felt Jimin's thin fangs slowly retract, but his body remained a heavy weight against her, pinning her in a way she was rendered immovable. As time moved at its pace, Anya and Jimin lay locked in that deadly embrace, his cravings and her love combining in a blood kiss of pain.

Feeling that weight, smelling that forest and pear scent, knowing it was her Cobra, her sweet hybrid, Anya felt a lightness, a happiness radiating, spread in her chest even in the pain she was in.

Her Jimin was embracing her. Her body was completely entwined with him.

At last.

She relaxed completely on the bed and turned her head slightly, giving him easier access to her neck as she felt wet thin streams of her blood dripping down from the wound.

Unknowingly, her actions spoke in a language as old as time itself. Unconsciously, Anya did something that screamed her acceptance, her love for him, even in the face of such a violent, brutal affection.

She submitted to him.

Whether it was because the flow of the venom had ceased or from her submission, but Jimin drew back instantly at that. The arms around her withdrew too as he placed both his hands on either side of her head and lifted himself a little above her, to look at her.