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𝙭𝙭𝙞𝙫. 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧

Chapter Twenty-Four.

The following morning, I wake up to screaming. My skin crawls and it feels like I jump out of my body, "Shit." I shout, I sprint downstairs and my powers kick in and I'm suddenly inside the room. I'm not use to the speed and being able to run like that so I almost fall. I gather myself, Dawson looks worse than I did during my change and I quickly scramble on the bed.

"Dawson!" I try to lift his body and I pull him onto my lap. "Shh." I press my wrist to his mouth, "It's okay." I press my lips to his damp forehead, he shakes his head and murmurs.

"No-"

"Please, " I'm really scared for him, he's not the one to cry and scream. He's not the one to act like this, I knew that within days of knowing him. "Dawson, please baby." His eyes flutter open with the pet name and he opens his mouth, his lips look extremely dry. His fangs slowly and weakly reveal themselves, he pushes them into my wrist.

The burning pain only lasts a second and the moment my blood begins to flow gently from the holes, he begins to suck. A bolt of pleasure shoots through me but I ignore it. "It's okay, " I run my free hand through his hair to try and soothe him.

He moans against my wrist and I watch as his skin turns from the pale white to the healthy glow he had once before. I ignore the fact that there's a throbbing sensation between my legs and I overlook the fact that his dick imprint is visible in his joggers. I just ignore the sexual nature of this and focus on making him better.

He pulls my wrist away, I wipe his mouth and study him. "More?" I suggest, he rejects it. He lays on his side, facing away from me. "It's okay, he said he's on his way here. It's just going to be a bit." I lay my head on his shoulder, "You need to shower." I tell him, he stays silent.

I look at my wrist, the two holes have vanished and I caress his back. "Thank you, I don't deserve you." His voice seems better but there's raw emotion behind it.

"Stop saying that. Just let me do what I want to." I climb out of bed, walk to his side, and pull him up. His pupils have dilated meaning my blood is working on him. I feel so horrible knowing that it's doing this to him.

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He's in the shower, facing away from me. His forehead is pressed against the tile wall and I run the sponge down his back. He turns around, causing me to stop and I look at him. His eyes lock with mine and I'm just glad he seems to be better.

"Can you do something for me?" He asks the water running down his face and body could be almost mesmerizing.

"Anything." I tell him, pushing the sponge to his chest and watching as the suds run down his toned body. He takes a step closer to me and wraps his arms around my wet waist, I watch as he leans in and I tilt my head allowing him access to my lips.

When he kisses me, it's delicate and gentle and he moans. I'm surprised when he pushes me against the shower wall, my head starts to spin. Zeke. I softly push him away and he looks confused. "What did you want?" I remind him, realization washes over him.

"Oh, please don't fuck up and forgive the wrong people." I wasn't expecting this. "Don't let people take advantage of you. You're nice and you care about others and I don't want you to end up getting hurt by dicks like me." The irony of an Angel hybrid being a dick and a demon being kind. I notice how serious he is and I nod.

"You need to stop stressing. You're just going to have to get over the fact that I forgive you." I jerk the shower curtain open and step out.

As he's getting out of the shower, I'm getting dressed. I glance in the mirror on the dresser and see him watching me, my phone notifies me of a text.