He kept my legs pinned to the bed with his large hands, easily keeping me restrained with his vampire strength as I thrashed in his hold.
"One more time for me, baby," he urged as he slowed his tongue, now licking me at a leisurely pace. Every inch...
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The only thing I could process was the ringing in my ears.
What the fuck happened?
Everything was slowly coming back into focus, and like clockwork, every sensation hit me at once.
Aside from the blurry vision, there was a very distinct pain in my spinal cord rendering me completely immobile. Any normal person would have been worried, but I possessed the very convenient ability to heal on a dime, and it was already working its magic. Although the same couldn't be said for the wound to my left thigh, since there was quite literally a pole protruding from it.
Well, that's not going to heal until I get the goddamn piece of steel out.
"Fuck," it took a bit of effort, but I was finally able to sit up once my back finished repairing itself. I shook my head roughly in an attempt to clear the fog that had settled over what had happened. All I could remember was being thrown thirty feet as I was pulling my hoodie over my head.
Suddenly, everything came rushing in.
"Fuck!" I reiterated, finally realizing a bomb had gone off in my own fucking home. And what was even worse is that I was none the wiser of it even being there in the goddamn first place.
Cleo.
Disregarding the damage to my leg, I jumped to my feet and rushed out of our bedroom, taking the steps three at a time. Sure, I had a slight limp, and the pain was almost unbearable each time I put any weight on it, but nothing compared to the pain of seeing the front door wide open and no sign of Cleo anywhere.
Panic like nothing I'd ever felt before set in. It hit me hard and fast, burning me from the inside out like a white-hot brand, igniting my soul on fire. And with the panic, came the rage. So visceral, so innate, so blinding that all I could see was fucking red.
I hit my knees as a deep, primal roar made its way up my throat, unleashing itself up into the sky and shaking the foundation of the mansion along with the surrounding trees. The rustle of the leaves and the tremble of the earth the only thing keeping me from collapsing in on myself.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins as an inhumane pace, so much so that I didn't stop to think before I tore the steel rod from my thigh. Didn't feel the pain or resistance from my body as I climbed to my feet again.
Second nature took over, and I had Steve on the phone by pure instinct. We agreed to meet at the club, and he'd be bringing the others with him.
I don't remember how I got to the club or how I'd managed to keep this fury in check and not leave a trail of bodies in my path, but here I was, wearing a hole in the pristine wooded floorboards of my office, downing my fourth... fifth glass of scotch?
