Living in Darkness (Bloodbreeders) by Robin Renee Ray Read Free Book Online Page B

as he leaned back and closed his eyes, his injured arm lying by
his side, and I felt myself becoming filled with sympathy. Why, after
everything he had done to me, would I feel this way? As I began to gather
myself, I licked my lips and for the first time noticed the taste. The blood no
longer had that sharp metal bitterness to it. Somehow it was sweet like the
nectar from a honeysuckle flower, or fresh honey from a bee hive, tantalizing
my taste buds. I was too exhausted to wrap my mind around the thought, of my
emotional state of being buried alive, waking as a creature that I knew nothing
about, to thinking the taste of blood was something that I could even consider
wanting more of, so I didn’t even try.
    I looked at Martin and noticed that his arm continued to bleed
profusely, and that he was making no move to stop it. I slowly got up, and made
my way to his side, looking as ashamed as I felt. I held up the bottom of my
dress up, and used my teeth to make a small tear in the fabric. I ripped the
piece off of my dress, and gently lifted his arm. What
I saw when I looked closer at the wound shocked me so bad, that I immediately
looked into his eyes, showing my revulsion. There was a large chunk of flesh
missing, the very piece I had spat on the floor. I’m not sure what I expected
his arm to look like after that, but it definitely wasn’t the gore that I
looked back down at. I swallowed hard, trying to clear the thought from my
mind, that it was none other than me   that had caused it, and pressed the
cloth firmly against bite. Remembering what my mother had taught me about applying
pressure to try and stop the bleeding.
    “That doesn’t work on our kind. Just wrap it, and it will slow,” he
said, no anger left in his voice.
    “I am so sorry, Martin. I had no idea I could have ever done...” I put
my head down before finishing, “...something like this, to anyone.”
    He sat up and reached for my face, causing me to jump. I didn’t mean
to, but I couldn’t help it. He just smiled, and said, “Come, let me help you
clean your face, as you have helped me of your own free will.” I was a little
hesitant, but I let him. He placed his hand on the back of my head, much like
he did moments ago when he was enraged, but this time he touched me like I was
a porcelain doll, fragile and delicate. He pulled me closer, and brought his
face to the point that I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin. I pulled
back slightly, and asked, “What are you doing?” He shushed me softly, and proceeded
to lean in. I closed my eyes as he lightly licked across my lips, and when he
did a small sound escaped from deep inside me, a place that I had never
ventured. I allowed my head to fall back, as he continued to lick the blood,
first from my chin, then lower to my neck. My mind was
overcome by the way he touched me. He brought out sensations in my body that I
didn’t even know existed.
    He raised my head to look me in the eye, bringing his hand from the
back of my head to ever so delicately caress my cheek. Using the other hand, he
gently stroked his fingers down my forehead and over my left eye, making me
flinch in pain as he lightly traced the mark he had made when he hit me. I had
almost forgotten what had just occurred between us just minutes before, with
his mouth roaming my flesh.
    “I have bruised you badly,” he said, the guilt undeniable in his voice.
“Even your lip has been injured, but I cannot deny the pleasure of your taste.”
    “The lip you hurt when you forced me to feed, but the other I deserved.”
    He put his hand affectionately back behind my head, and asked, “Why do
you feel that you deserve what I did to you? It was I who held you against your
will. You only did what is natural to do.” He then leaned in, and very gently
kissed my forehead, followed by my eye, and then slowly made his way back to my
mouth. At first his kiss was a mere press of his flesh to mine, but then he
opened to me as I opened