A Hybrid's Hunger

Chapter 52

Chapter 52

My breaths come out soft as a hand presses against my shoulder. I groan while trying to open my eyes. My head throbs with pain and my throat feels dry. I feel terrible.

The bed dips beside me and I try to turn over to face whoever it is. I blink a few times, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light in the room.

"Aurora," he whispers my name and I glance up to find Zade beside me, his arms wrapped around me.

I press my face against the crook of his neck and sigh. "I don't feel good."

"I know," he murmurs, his fingers brushing over my hair. "My mother and I were talking about you. We assume her blood isn't working on you because we've shared our blood before and another vampire's blood might not work on you."

I furrow my brows, lifting my head up to look at him. "What does that mean?"

"It means that you're not healing as you should be and you need to heal. I want you to drink my blood, Aurora. It might help you heal faster." he says, placing his hand on my waist and pulling me closer to him.

"Are you sure?" My voice wavers a little, but I try to hide it.

His eyes flicker with a mix of uncertainty and concern. I don't even know if it's the right thing. I heard them before I fell asleep, I know the risks, but he's so willing, so ready to just throw it all away for me.

"Yes," he says, placing a small kiss on my cheek while I still adjust to waking up. It feels like I've been sleeping for days, but I know it's just been hours. "I want you to be okay. I want you to heal and be better."

A trail of heat runs down my spine and I still shiver. I don't know if it's the fever or something else, but it feels like I'm slowly dying.

I turn to him on the bed and place my head against the pillow. He lays on the edge, his body close to mine, and his hand resting on my stomach. I reach out to touch his chest and my fingers brush against the fabric of his shirt.

"How do you want me to drink your blood?" I ask him, my voice coming out scratchy.

"However you want." He says.

I swallow hard, looking up at him. "Will it hurt?"

"No," he shakes his head and smiles. "It won't. It will feel good. For you." His eyes darken, for a split second, but then it changes back.

I give a nod and then watch his hand leave my stomach. He moves it to his mouth and bites down on his wrist. The skin breaks and blood pools out, staining his lips and soon mine.

He leans in closer, bringing his wrist to my lips. "Drink." He whispers, his voice low.

I part my lips and take his wrist into my mouth. The metallic taste fills my mouth instantly. It tastes different than Martha's, sweeter and more intense. My tongue brushes over the wound and I take in more of his blood, swallowing it. It runs down my throat with ease, and it doesn't hurt.

My heart pounds in my chest and I close my eyes, trying to focus on the taste of his blood instead of the pain that still lingers. I drink more and more until I feel full until I can't take any more of it. My head throbs, not with pain but with something else.

I pull away, licking my lips and then opening my eyes. Zade's eyes are dark, darker than before. His gaze is fixed on my lips and he watches me closely. My body feels strange, hot, and cold all at once and it makes me feel uneasy. I know this feeling, it's so familiar—like I'm in heat.

Could I be? It's been so long since the last time I had my heat. Maybe that's the reason why I'm feeling so hot like everything inside me is on fire.