Bloodlust (The New Order 3)

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7 

Gideon

The cold water was raining down my body, washing away the sand and dirt and grime from the beach. My muscles ached, the tension in them almost unbearable. It had been a while since I last felt this tired, this worn out.

I didn't even understand why.

Everything that happened today was so ordinary, so normal that there wasn't any reason why I should be feeling this weary.

But I was.

And my cock was aching, throbbing, hard and painful.

I leaned my head forward and braced my hand against the tiled wall, letting the cold water rain down on me. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest, the blood rushing through my veins.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything else, but it didn't help. All I could think about was the feel of her lips moving against mine, the taste of her tongue in my mouth, the softness of her skin under my fingers.

My erection was getting worse and I couldn't help but wonder if she was feeling the same way. If she was feeling this urge, this need, this ache inside her.

Why?

I had never felt this way before, never felt this kind of—ache. It was terrible, excruciating, almost unbearable.

I gripped the base of my shaft and slowly stroked myself, letting out a low groan as the odd sensation ran through my body. It felt good, so good.

"Fuck," I muttered, closing my eyes and leaning my head back, the cool water hitting my face.

I couldn't do this.

It didn't feel right.

It was too intense.

Too much.

I dropped my hand and turned off the shower before stepping away from the glass door. The towel was hanging on the hanger outside the shower stall. I grabbed it and dried myself quickly, trying not to focus on the raging hardness between my legs.

It was still hard.

Still pulsing, aching.

And no matter how many times I tried to distract myself, it wouldn't go down. Normally, it did. It always did. That was the least of my concerns in all the years I had lived. But now, I didn't know how to control this.

Fuck this shit.

I slipped my clothes on before leaving the bathroom and stepping outside. Instantly, something switched inside me and I looked at the door, listening and then smelling.

Smelling death.

When I went out of the room, I saw it. A woman. Not Candice, no, not her but another woman falling onto the ground.

It was a wolf.

There was no doubt.

A fucking wolf.

"Candice?"

"I—I told you," She turned around, eyes blackened, "There was a wolf here."

I looked at the woman on the ground and then back at her. No. This couldn't be happening. Not right now.

Fuck.

"Close the door," I said, gesturing at the main door that was still wide open. "What did she want?"

Where there was a wolf, there was a pack and a dozen more wolves.

"She said she wanted to know who else was living here except for me. I told her to go but she wouldn't. And I tried, I tried not to kill her but then it just happened."

I was frozen on the spot, watching her, taking in the scene and the scent that lingered in the air.

"I know we'll have to leave," Candice whispered, looking down and then back up. "But can I have her blood?"

"You had her soul. You want her blood, too?"

Her eyes were wide and blackened. It was obvious that her dark side had taken over and was in control. But that shouldn't be craving for blood.

No.

"It's still warm."

I tried to understand her need for blood, tried to find a logical explanation, but nothing came to mind. She had killed the woman, ripped her soul and consumed it, and she still wanted more.

She still craved the blood.

"Have it." I said, stepping away from the dead body.

I walked over to the door and locked it before my eyes gazed over Candice, who had kneeled beside the woman and bitten into her wrist. The blood was flowing from the wound and into her mouth. Her eyes were closed but the expression on her face was one of pure pleasure.

It made my cock harden again.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I gave my head a shake and walked away, closer to the windows to draw the curtains shut as the sun was rising.

"It's too late to take care of this right now," I said, turning to face Candice. "So we will stay until night comes and then see what needs to be done. Until then, don't open the door for anyone at all."

She rose up and wiped her mouth before nodding.

"I won't."

Yeah, I wasn't really sure about that.

If there was another wolf at the door, she was going to open it wide and take that one too. Which was something that shouldn't be bothering me, considering that I'd love to do the same as well. But it was her who wanted me to keep her on—leash.

Which meant that we couldn't stay here anymore.

"Go, go sleep."

"What about the body?"

"It's fine. We'll take care of at night. Not now."

She stepped away from the body and moved across the room before reaching the door of her room. I waited till she was inside and the door to the her room was closed. Then, I neared the body and bent down to find the woman's things.

She was here for a reason. She must've either followed one of us or something.

I found her phone in her purse and unlocked it. The password wasn't set and all her notifications were still there, her texts and everything. But there wasn't much I found in her phone so I tossed it into the trash after I was done going through it.

She didn't smell like a rogue—she wasn't a rogue.

I was wrong.

There were wolves in this city. There had to be a pack as well. And if they knew about us, they were going to tell people, people who didn't need to know, people like Knox and Cain.

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