BiteBound *completed*

Chapter 70

The sound of his calm heart became my own personal version of a lullaby. Beating at a tranquil pace, it was a reminder that I was safe and protected. That I could finally keep my body at rest until I was fully recovered.

I don't remember ever opening my eyes as I rested in his chest. From the moment I escaped death and endured my final round of unbearable pain, my body just wanted to remain in a deep slumber. Clutching onto Arthur as he never left my side.

The leathery scent from his car let me know that we left the scene, the sound of the gravel from his driveway pinned me to our home location, and the smell...
the safe smell of lemon polish put my mind at ease.

At rest, I could feel my body being taken care of only by Arthur's careful hands.

His gentle touch cleansed me in a warm aromatic bath, warm fingers grazing my skin as he dressed me in silk, and ever so carefully, he brushed the small knots out of my hair one small section at a time.

It was almost as if he was afraid to break me...

He never spoke out loud during my time of recovery.

All he did was hold me in his warm embrace, excuse him self to feed when he needed to, and then come straight back into bed to sleep next to me.

It was a familiar routine. One that I had quickly adapted to until a strange feeling would sudden unravel deep within me.

My heart would beat painfully against my sternum, going so fast— it was as if I was pushing myself through a marathon.

Even in dance, it was never this painful to push through the reps. Sometimes it would feel sore just like any other workout, but never like this. Not where I can feel the pain seeping through my aching teeth.

"Mmm..." He stirs. "Love..."

Just how I could feel Arthur's anxiety, I think he must've felt what I was enduring in slumber.

His tone remained calm as he spoke to me for the first time in a while, but the way his heart was pounding in sync with mine, it said otherwise.

"Oh Baby..." He murmurs, placing a cool hand on my forehead. "I was wondering when it would come to this..."

With an easy shift from the bed to his lap, a small sound of a prick pushed out the scent of blood.

His blood.

While a part of me felt like this was completely wrong, the primal instinct quickly erased every single thought of doubt. Enticing my salving mouth to find the source.

"Don't fight it My Dear." He whispers. "You need to feed. You need to try."

His hand against my head pushes me a little forward, forcing my bottom lip to meet with the warm iron liquid. Then, my tongue's curiosity couldn't help itself.

He tasted... bitter.

Sweet, light, but with more notes of bitterness like dark chocolate.

It was just how I liked my desserts.

More... My tongue ran up his neck. I need more...

I couldn't stop myself as my teeth sank into his veins, swallowing his taste in huge gulps as I only craved for more.

"That's it..." He pants. "That's a... that's my good girl..."

His quiet moan fills my ears with pleasure, indulging me into all of his senses that drove the animal in me insane.

The short hitches of his breath, his pounding pulse from the pleasure; it took everything in me not to tear him apart and eat him alive. Something that this beast in me begged for me to do.

I can't...

I don't wanna hurt him...

Please, don't make me hurt him...

"Don't cry, My Love" He breaths quietly. "You're doing such a good job. I trust you."

Luck must've been on my side that night.

Before my claws could dig any deeper into his quaking biceps, I managed pulled away.

Falling back against the fluffy pillows and back into a deeper slumber.