Sweeter Than Wine

First Blood

Ritchie helps me off his lap and George grasps my hands, pulling me to my feet. I swipe my finger across the mess he made of himself and swirl my tongue around it.

"Mmmm...Geo..you do taste delicious." His eyes darken, "_______..I'll take you right now, don't test me." I lick my lips and saunter away from them to the door. "Let's get cleaned up lads...I really am very tired..."

The three of us tiptoe down the hall and pile into the shower together. I reach for my body wash but Ritchie grabs my wrist, "let us clean you up, love." He winks.

I roll my eyes in jest, but allow them to lather me up. I rest my arms on Ritchie's shoulders, as they both caress my tired body lovingly.

We dry off and head back to Ritchie's room. I stand leaning into George's chest while Ritchie changes his sheets.

I clamber onto the bed, Ritchie laying to my right, George spooning me from behind. I feather kisses across Ritchie's chest, "goodnight, boys. I love you.." As I drift off I hear a chorus of I love yous.

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I feel timorous fingers dance along the skin on the inside of my arms. I drag my heavy eyelids open, met with the soft stare of green eyes.

My brain chugs, lagging my response several seconds. As soon as the realization hits me, I push back into the bed in fear.

The mysterious man smiles at me, bearing his dangerously sharp teeth. Fear spikes through my body, as I tug uselessly at my restrains.

He brings his hand up to my face and I turn my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut. He glides his fingers across my lips, dipping his thumb into my mouth. "You don't need to be so scared, angel face. If you'd cooperate, this could be quite an experience."

I shake my head a tear streaming down my face. He roughly grips my chin bringing his lips to my ear, "it'll be in your best interest, sweetheart." He let's go of me and turns to fiddle with one of the needles in my arm.

He grips it and yanks it out roughly, causing blood to spray out. I cry out in pain, and he chuckles bringing my arm to his face, licking the dripping blood off of it.

"Please.." I beg, "let me go.." He drops my arm back beside me, "save it, sweet cheeks. We're not letting you go. We have the chance to build our population back up with you, and you're going to help. Whether you're willing or not."

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My eyes spring open, I'm still in the warm embrace of George, my head resting in the crook of Ritchie's neck. I breathe in Ritchie's scent, calming myself.

George stirs and hugs me closer to him. "What's the matter, love?" He asks, voice husky and sleep wrecked. George's voice wakes Ritchie who rolls to face me, sliding his left arm under my head and his right hand on my hip.

"I had another...nightmare...but.." I trail off, shivering in fear. "But what?" George prompts, pressing his lips into my neck.

"I think....they're memories...of my past life.." George and Ritchie simultaneously stiffen their bodies. "What happened." Ritchie asks softly.

I explain what happened in my nightmare, a few tears escaping. "Bastards.." George snarls, then gently rubs my arm soothingly. "We won't let them hurt you..."

Ritchie places a small kiss on my cheek, "don't worry, love. Let's get back to sleep..okay?" I hum quietly, snuggling into the heat of their bodies.

I awake a few hours later shivering. I sit up groggily seeing the empty bed surround me. Eyes half shut I stumble to the bathroom and shower myself again. Washing my hair slowly, and shaving.

I get dressed in George's room, putting on a simple white blouse and a black pleated skirt.

I walk downstairs in an almost zombie like trance. The lads greet me and I sit at the table. "Coffee...please..." I plead holding my hand out.

I hear chuckles surround me, then a warm mug is pressed into the side of my hand. "Oh thank god..." I state drinking the warm liquid.

John walks behind my chair, moving my hair aside to examine my neck. "Ahh, so little Ritchie is bonded now, eh? That's fantastic." Paul shoots George and Ritchie a look, then focuses back on his oat meal.

"Are you hungry, darling?" George asks. I shake my head no. "I actually don't really feel good at all..." a sudden blast of sickly heat radiates through my body.

Everyone looks at me, worry etched across their handsome faces, "maybe you should lie back down, love. You look awful pale..." paul says standing.

I stand up, my vision spinning, and I whisper, "oh no....not again..." the other two stand, Paul rushes to my side holding my swaying body up. "What do you mean not again?" George pleads, fear in his voice.

My hands fly up to protect my nose, "I'm-I...nosebleed..." I squeak out. The lads barely have enough time to process my words before blood cascades through my clasped fingers. Dripping violently across my crisp white blouse. I faint into Paul's arms.