Pretty Painful - K.A Knight Page 0,20
the man wasn’t expecting me. The hunger has taken over, ravaging my body until I would do anything to stop it.
“Aren’t you a pretty one? Why don’t you show us what the dragon did to you,” he taunts, cupping his cock, and I fling myself through the air at him.
“Little one, no!”
Growling, I tear into his throat and blood squirts me in the face, spraying across my body as I drink it down.
“What the fuck!” the other man yells as I squint.
Something is wrong. Pulling away from the man, I stumble backwards into the wall. He drops to the floor, his eyes wide and face pale as he tries to staunch the bleeding. Mishal comes up behind him and twists his neck, letting him fall to the floor dead. The other man yells, racing from the room as Mishal stares at me.
“Little one?” he calls worriedly.
“Something-something’s wrong,” I cry out. My lips and mouth are numb, and I swallow time and time again trying to get rid of the feel and taste of the blood. I can feel it in my stomach and it’s heavy…like it is not meant to be there.
Pain shoots through my body and I feel the blood make its way back up until I’m crouched on all fours, heaving. Fresh, red blood with black bits in it splatters on the floor, my stomach clenching and unclenching and I can’t seem to stop. Tears race down my face as my body rejects the blood. The pain in my throat is indescribable, like it burns as it comes back up.
“Little one,” Mishal growls, rubbing my back and holding my hair for me. “Get it all up, quickly, before it poisons you.”
I gag and vomit until I feel like it has left my body. He picks me up and cradles me in his arms, moving us over to the other side of the room and holding me against his chest as he purrs.
“What-what happened?” I croak.
“You cannot drink any blood but that of your mate. It is nature’s way of keeping us together. Other blood won’t sustain you. It will poison your insides until you waste away if you don’t purge it,” he explains, moving my hair away from my face and stroking my sweaty forehead. I feel disgusting, sticky, and in desperate need of a wash.
“It hurts,” I complain.
“Shh, little one. Here, this will help.” He presses his wrist to my mouth, still stroking my hair and purring like he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it anymore.
My fangs descend instantly and I sink them into his wrists. The first mouthful of his blood washes away the horrible taste in my mouth, and when it hits my sore throat, it cools it, coating it as it goes down and spreads strength throughout my body. I keep swallowing, more and more, until I fall back limp into his arms, no longer in pain and beyond tired again.
“That’s it, rest now, your body needs to heal.” He kisses my forehead and holds me closer.
“Why am I so tired all the time?” I mumble, turning my head into his chest, seeking out his warmth and his heartbeat.
“You are regenerating, your powers are healing your body and changing you. Making you stronger with each feeding. Soon, you won’t need to sleep much at all. So, rest now, little one, while you can,” he whispers, his arms tightening, and I sigh and slip back to sleep, with his taste still on my tongue.
I wake up in Mishal’s arms, and when he notices I’m awake, he gently places me on the floor like I’m made of glass before he walks over and grabs the food. He refuses to eat until I have, so I nibble at the stale bread and meat while he watches me with those dark eyes until he’s satisfied. When he tears through the remainder, I lean into his arm, grimacing at the dirty feel of my body. It feels like I have a layer of sweat, sick, and blood coating me, which I probably do.
“Ew, I really need a wash.” I grimace.
He stops eating his meat to sniff me, making me laugh and push him away. “You smell like me and sex,” he comments, before carrying on eating.
“Exactly,” I grumble.
“It’s a good smell.” He grins, leaning back now that the tray is empty.
He passes me the water from the tray, and I drink half before letting him have the rest.
“You want to wash?” he asks finally, and I perk up at