Bloody Love

Reconnecting

William's POV

William opened the door and stepped into the room. He sniffed the air and had to hold back a hiss as the scent of wolf burned his nostrils. He felt Alice rubbing his shoulder, offering comfort merely by touching him. He tried to calm himself by looking around. The room was actually quite nice, if you could ignore the fact that it was meant primarily for werewolf mating rituals. The floor was solid oak, the walls were a dark, calming green. There was a bed in the middle of the room, a king size with dark blue sheets. William walked over to it, and taking Alice off his shoulders, set her gently on the edge of the bed. Alice looked up at him, eyes oozing love and a plea for understanding.

     He turned his back on her and said,"What the hell did I get myself into here?! How am I supposed to deal with Alpha Brad putting the moves on you? We came here so you could learn about your culture, not so I could play knight and shining armor! And what was that look you two shared?! God, I need blood!" Will kicked the dresser. As the wood broke apart into a million tiny splinters Will looked down at his hands to see that they had morphed into claws. His darkness, his monster, his need demanding to be fed.

Will stomped over to his suitcase and dumped out its contents, grabbing a  blood bag, ripping it open, and pouring the whole thing down his throat. Mm, so good. Pales in comparison to how Alice tastes but I don't trust myself not to drink from her until there's no blood left in her body. I should apologize for yelling, this isn't her fault. She didn't ask for Brad to pursue her, doesn't return his advances. Will emptied the blood bag and opened a second one. He heard Alice get up from the bed and walk toward him. He didn't turn around. He was ashamed of the way he'd  acted. He stiffened as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and the scent of her blood threatened to overpower him. It was heady, intoxicating. She whispered,"Are you done with your temper tantrum? It's lonely on the bed all by myself. I guess I could go get Brad. You think he'll be man enough to keep me warm?"

Will growled playfully and turned in the circle of her arms to face her. "I know you're kidding but that's so not funny. You are kidding right?"

Alice smiled,"Of course I'm kidding. I chose you. I chose you before I knew you. You were a dream. My soul called to yours and you answered. I love you."

Will smiled and buried his face in her hair,"My Alice." He sniffed and then looked up at her. "You smell amazing. Like the woods after a rain. May I have a taste?"

ALICE'S POV

Will's request to 'have a taste' of her completely caught Alice off guard. He asked so innocently, so sweetly that she knew this was request was not born of need but desire.  Questions raced through her mind.

Is he gonna kill me on accident if I let him drink from me? This was the most important question, more important than all the emotional implications doing this would have. Emotions wouldn't matter if she were dead. Will was still breathing in her scent. Do I smell that good? Focus! Do you think he'll kill you? Immediately, she knew the answer was no. Not now that he had two bags of blood in his system.

When she'd done it for the battle, it was to ensure Will didn't die. Now though, it was for love, to sate their shared desire for one another.  One word came to mind, overpowering all her doubts and she was surprised when it came out in the growl of her wolf,"Want." Woah. Okay, dilemma solved.

Will's face emerged from her hair, a dopey smile on his face. "Are you sure?" I can go grab another blood bag if you think I'll hurt you."

Alice fought to keep her wolf from taking control as she nodded. "We both know I taste better than a blood bag. You're my protector. You won't ever hurt me. Besides, if you don't bite me, I think I'll just have to bite you. My wolf insists on someone getting bit tonight. She knows you're scared of losing me and that this will strengthen our bond."

Will picked Alice up and carried her to the bed. Alice kept her heartbeat steady and her eyes gazed into his. He whispered,"Don't be afraid. I'm in control of myself now. I've got you, my love."

Alice felt satin sheets beneath her and Wills tongue brushing across her skin. She shivered, both from the weirdness of tongue across skin and the massive amount of anticipation she felt at the thought of his fangs in her neck, her blood circulating in his system forever. 

Will sat up. "I want to show you what I look like when my fangs extended first and if you're afraid we won't do this."

Alice wanted to protest, say that she was a wolf and quite formidable herself but she wanted to see and Will would just tell her that she's an adorable little pup. She nodded.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His top incisors cut his upper lip before they stopped growing. One small droplet of blood trailed down his chin. Alice sat up and touched Wills face. He opened his eyes, the baby blues seeking acceptance. She chuckled,"You're still you. You're still my amant avec un goût pour le sang." She positioned herself so her neck was underneath his fangs and teased,'You know you want to."

She felt his fangs break her skin. She gasped at the pain and then moaned as she felt everything he was feeling. His love for her, his desire for her blood being sated. She saw all the memories they'd ever shared...and ones she didn't know they'd shared. She saw the time she'd drank her own blood from his prospective. Tears welled in her eyes as she felt him falling in love with her all those years ago. She heard a commotion somewhere in the distance and the connection to Will was ripped violently away.