Chapter: 149
Dorian turned around just in time to see Charlotte drop the demon with a perfect shot, the taser blasting him with fifty-thousand volts of utter badassery.
"That�s my girl." Dorian�s lips quirked into a proud grin.
And then, the last of his rage receding, the pain returned with a vengeance, crashing over him like a tsunami, knocking him flat on his back.
Charlotte dropped her weapon and ran to Dorian�s side, falling to her knees and taking his head into her lap.
She pulled the gag from her mouth, and her long hair fell onto his face, tickling his skin. He blinked up at her and reached for a perfect, silky lock, inhaling the orange-and-vanilla scent he loved so much.
Dorian�s life force was fading. The demon was no longer a threat, but the damage from the hellfire was extensive, and Duchanes� poison still pulsed through his bloodstream, consuming a bit more of him with every faint heartbeat.
He didn�t have much time.
If this is where I meet my end, he thought, losing himself in her touch, her sweet scent, I shall spend my eternal damnation in utter gratitude�
"Charlotte," he whispered. "I�m so sorry. I�"
"Shh. Don�t talk. Drink." She pressed her wounded wrist to his mouth.
Dorian clamped his lips shut.
"Jesus Christ," she snapped. "Don�t fight me on this, Bone Crusher. You will lose."
Dorian tried to bat her away, but she grabbed his arm and slammed it to the ground, her grip impossibly strong in the face of his weakness.
"You�re going to die, you dickhead!" she shouted. "And you still owe me a Midnight Marauder rematch! So fucking drink!"
Still, he resisted, even as the first drops reached his tongue, the taste bringing him back to that sinful, erotic moment in the Ravenswood basement when he�d first sampled her blood. The scent filled his nostrils, chasing away the last of the smoke.
The urge to suck was nearly overwhelming.
Above him, Charlotte�s eyes softened in the moonlight, glassy with emotion.
"I trust you, Dorian Redthorne," she whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I know you won�t hurt me. Please drink. Do it for me. Please."
Shifting her wrist, she pressed down harder, the blood seeping through his lips, warm and decadent on his tongue, instantly soothing.
Instantly sweet.
Instantly addicting.
The last of his resistance shattered, and Dorian opened his mouth, fangs burning through his gums. He latched onto her wrist with a quick, hard bite.
Charlotte gasped, but she held firm, stroking his hair with her free hand, quietly urging him back to life.
Dorian closed his eyes.
Her blood filled his mouth completely. JrNovels.com
"That�s my girl." Dorian�s lips quirked into a proud grin.
And then, the last of his rage receding, the pain returned with a vengeance, crashing over him like a tsunami, knocking him flat on his back.
Charlotte dropped her weapon and ran to Dorian�s side, falling to her knees and taking his head into her lap.
She pulled the gag from her mouth, and her long hair fell onto his face, tickling his skin. He blinked up at her and reached for a perfect, silky lock, inhaling the orange-and-vanilla scent he loved so much.
Dorian�s life force was fading. The demon was no longer a threat, but the damage from the hellfire was extensive, and Duchanes� poison still pulsed through his bloodstream, consuming a bit more of him with every faint heartbeat.
He didn�t have much time.
If this is where I meet my end, he thought, losing himself in her touch, her sweet scent, I shall spend my eternal damnation in utter gratitude�
"Charlotte," he whispered. "I�m so sorry. I�"
"Shh. Don�t talk. Drink." She pressed her wounded wrist to his mouth.
Dorian clamped his lips shut.
"Jesus Christ," she snapped. "Don�t fight me on this, Bone Crusher. You will lose."
Dorian tried to bat her away, but she grabbed his arm and slammed it to the ground, her grip impossibly strong in the face of his weakness.
"You�re going to die, you dickhead!" she shouted. "And you still owe me a Midnight Marauder rematch! So fucking drink!"
Still, he resisted, even as the first drops reached his tongue, the taste bringing him back to that sinful, erotic moment in the Ravenswood basement when he�d first sampled her blood. The scent filled his nostrils, chasing away the last of the smoke.
The urge to suck was nearly overwhelming.
Above him, Charlotte�s eyes softened in the moonlight, glassy with emotion.
"I trust you, Dorian Redthorne," she whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I know you won�t hurt me. Please drink. Do it for me. Please."
Shifting her wrist, she pressed down harder, the blood seeping through his lips, warm and decadent on his tongue, instantly soothing.
Instantly sweet.
Instantly addicting.
The last of his resistance shattered, and Dorian opened his mouth, fangs burning through his gums. He latched onto her wrist with a quick, hard bite.
Charlotte gasped, but she held firm, stroking his hair with her free hand, quietly urging him back to life.
Dorian closed his eyes.
Her blood filled his mouth completely. JrNovels.com
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