Time stopped as she stared at what he grudgingly offered. God help them both, but she was going to have him.
With a quick move she arched over his vein and scored him cleanly. Though it must have hurt, he didn't jerk at all.
The instant his blood hit her tongue, she moaned in bliss. She'd fed from aristocrats before, but never from a male of the warrior class, and certainly never, ever a member of the Brotherhood. His taste was a delicious roar in her mouth, an invasion, an epic, screaming blast, and then she swallowed. The torrent of his power ripped through her, a forest fire in the marrow of her bones, an explosion that pumped into her heart in a glorious rush of strength.
She trembled so badly she almost lost contact with his wrist and had to grab onto his forearm to steady herself.
She drank in great, greedy pulls, starved not just for the strength, but for him, for this male.
For her, he was... the one.
Chapter Eighteen
Zsadist fought to keep still as Bella fed. He didn't want to disturb her, but with every pull on his vein he was getting closer to losing it. The Mistress was the only one who'd ever fed from him, and the memories of those violations were as sharp as the fangs buried in his wrist now. Fear came to him, hard and vivid, no shadow of the past anymore, now a very present panic.
Holy shit... He was going totally light-headed here. About to black out like a stone-cold sissy.
In a desperate attempt to bring himself back to center, he focused on Bella's dark hair. There was a lock of it close to his free hand, and the strand gleamed in the shower's overhead light, so lovely, so thick, so different from the Mistress's blond.
God, Bella's hair looked really soft... If he'd had the nerve, he would bury his hand-no, his whole face-in those mahogany waves. Could he handle that? he wondered. Being so close to a female? Or would he choke when even more fear hit him?
If it was Bella, he thought he might be able to do it.
Yeah... he'd really like his face there, in her hair. Maybe he would burrow through it and find his way to her neck and he would... press a kiss to her throat. Just real softly.
Yeah... and then he might move up and brush his lips against her cheek. Maybe she would let him do that. He wouldn't go near her mouth. He couldn't imagine she'd want to be that close to his scar and his upper lip was all fucked up anyway. Besides, he didn't know how to kiss. The Mistress and her minions had known enough to keep away from his fangs. And afterward he'd never wanted to get that tight with a female.
Bella paused and tilted her head, her sapphire blue eyes shifting up to his, checking to make sure he was okay.
The concern bit into his pride. Christ, to think he was so weak that he couldn't handle feeding a female... and what a cringer to realize she knew this while she was at his vein. Even worse, there had been that expression on her face a few moments ago, that dawning horror that meant she'd figured out what else he'd been used for Page 101
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as slave besides his blood.
He couldn't stand her sympathy, didn't want those worried looks, wasn't interested in being coddled and stroked. He opened his mouth, ready to take her head off, but somehow the anger got lost on the trip between his gut and his throat.
"It's okay," he said roughly. "Rock steady up here. Rock steady."
The relief in those eyes of hers was another slap in the ass.
As she started drinking again, he thought, I hate this.
Well... some of it he hated. Okay, the shit in his head he hated. But as the gentle pulls on his wrist continued, he realized he kind of liked them.
At least until he thought about what she was swallowing. Dirty blood... rusted blood... corroded, infected, nasty blood. Man, he just couldn't fathom why she'd turned down Phury. The male was perfect inside and out.
Yet here she was on cold, hard tile, biting through a slave band with him. Why did she...
Zsadist shut his eyes. No doubt after all she'd been through, she figured she deserved no better than someone who was polluted. That lesser had probably torn the self-respect right out of