demon, his blood, if she drank from him a lot, her body could’ve developed a dependency.”
Gunner tore his gaze from Luna and back to the angel. “Before me, she’d only ever fed from him.”
Silas frowned. “There’s something different about this demon, his blood, for it to do this to her.” He leaned closer and gently cupped Luna’s face. “Look at me, Luna.”
Her glazed eyes struggled to focus, and she arched again, crying out.
“What’s his name?” Silas asked her. “Tell me his name, sweetheart.”
“Sir. Only Sir. N-never his real name,” she said, panting, still struggling.
“Do you know it?”
She nodded.
“What is it, Luna?”
“A-Azel.”
Silas stilled, then his eyes slid to Gunner. “Azel's not a demon…he’s an angel.” His eyes hardened. “No wonder she’s suffering like this. Our blood is potent.” He swore. “You need to feed her,” he said to Gunner. “You’ll need to feed her every day until he’s fully out of her system.”
That’s all Gunner needed to hear. “Out,” he said to Silas.
He was going to find this fucking angel and fuck him up.
“What can I do? What does she need?” Grace said, her gaze heavy with worry.
He shook his head. “I have everything she needs.”
Gunner shut the door after them and carried Luna across the room to the bed against the wall.
He pressed his lips to the top of her head. “You can beat this, love. We’ll do it together.”
Chapter 12
It hurt. Oh god, it hurt.
Luna was pressed against something hot. The warmth drew her in. She was so cold, and the gnawing hunger in her belly made it hard to think.
“Drink from me, love, come on, you need to feed.”
Gunner.
No.
She didn’t want to hurt him. Didn’t want that with him. No. She wanted to keep him in a corner of her mind that was good, that was honest and real. Not turn the kindness he’d shown her into something sordid and manipulative. She’d already been forced to give herself to one man to survive, and he’d taken a part of her soul with it—still had it in the palm of his hand even now.
But not Gunner, she couldn’t do that with Gunner.
All the fantasies she had about the male, the mere thought of him, had helped her get through the weeks she’d been locked away. She didn’t know why, but he was special to her, and she didn’t want to taint that, didn’t want reality to ruin the only good thing she’d ever had.
He cupped the back of her head. “Drink, Luna. You need to drink.”
She shook her head, using up precious energy. “No. I can’t. Not you.” She sobbed. “Not you.”
His chest was bare, his skin warm under her palms. He was the heat drawing her in. Her hand was on his stomach, and the muscles tightened as he threaded his fingers in her hair.
His mouth teased her ear, his hot breath against her cold skin. “He can’t have you,” Gunner growled. “He will never have you again.”
Then he pressed her closer, her nose right up against his throat. His scent was stronger there, wonderful. She made a desperate sound as his pulse throbbed through her, as the rush of his blood pumping through his veins grew louder.
Her mouth watered, remembering his taste, wanting it, wanting him coating her tongue, sliding down her throat, even as her craving for Sir’s toxic blood increased. She was being torn in two.
The pain heightened, and her mouth opened against his skin as she cried out.
“Do it, Luna. Bite me, love. Take from me.”
She shook her head, fighting the urge to drink. Her fang nicked his skin, and a small drop of blood bubbled to the surface. Luna groaned and licked it before she could stop herself. The scent had her clawing at him to get closer, to get away, she wasn’t sure which. Her head swam, white-hot agony gripping her gut like a million razor blades slicing into her stomach.
Gunner gripped the back of her head harder as she fought and pressed her mouth right there, right on the small wound she’d made, smearing blood across her lip.
“No…no…”
“Fucking bite me, Luna,” he growled, fisting her hair tighter.
That slight sting of pain penetrated her foggy brain, and with it, something inside her shattered. There was no more holding back. She wasn’t that strong.
She struck, latching on to his throat, sinking her fangs into the fat vein. She crawled over him, needing to get closer, her tongue worked his pulsing artery, encouraging his blood to flow faster as she drank him down. She