Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Catching every detail of the man her eyes can wander at, Christel's body remained stiffened with his intense gaze, like a tornado intending to keep her in its center while it's crashing everything it hits. His tender touch had sent her a foreign sensation she had never felt before, not even with Kurt. The way his fingers raked his lower lip down to her chin made her stomach twist in a manner she didn't know if she's liking at all. He was the catastrophe she had never expected to happen in her already ruined life yet she cannot blink away her admiration towards his angelic features.

Handsome. Dreamy. Lethal. He seemed to be the best of both worlds.

The man's eyes narrowed. A moment later, she suddenly heard an unfamiliar deep but soothing voice in her head. Tell me your name...

Her pools widened in disbelief. "H—How did you..."

His brow arched, so as the corner of his lips, forming a slight smirk as if he's taunting her, or maybe worse, seducing her effortlessly.

It'll be best if you'll just tell me your name. His scarlet eyes narrowed, his pupils dilated. Now...

As if he's in full control of her mind and body, her lips parted to follow his command to utter her name. "Christel..." Her voice trembled.

The curve on his lips stretched into a dangerous smile. "Good girl."

His voice sent shiver down her spine, making her heartbeat raise more in a violent manner. His voice in her head sounded sexy but hearing him spoke with his mouth was even better. He was just talking. God. He was just talking but his lips moved as if he's already kissing someone intimately, or maybe that's just how it appeared to her. If it was the latter, then she knew she's in more trouble.

Her knees trembled as he clawed the hair on the back of her head before he pulled her closer, destroying the distance between them until his hot breath was finally kissing her already burning cheeks.

"Your eyes looked like it's hiding the innocence that doesn't fit with your strong façade..." His eyes shut and he let her sweet scent linger in his nose and fill his lungs. "But no matter how hard you try, I can still smell your fear, darling," he whispered, weakening every strand of her shaking limbs, making her stunned but shivering. Afraid yet curious.

Christel gasped for air when the tip of his nose started brushing the side of her face, until he finally bent her head to the right, exposing her neck. She felt the need to protest, but her body didn't seem to be as cooperative as it should've been. Her eyes watered with the feeling of vulnerability in front of a complete stranger, but what made her cry out loud was the burning pain she felt on the side of her neck.

Two long fangs dug deep in her skin like burning steel, turning her strength to ashes. Her fresh blood gushed down the man's lips and her body convulsed in terror...and something else she can barely recognize, like ribbons of sensations she'd never felt thrumming in her veins before.

In his hands, she was vulnerable, and none of the things life had taught her prepared her for someone like him. All the fears she'd felt before were nothing compared to what she was feeling while the man was feeding on her like a feral animal wearing an angelic mask. He wasn't human, yet not even close to the monster she thought was in her closet when she was young. He was...beyond how she defined an abomination. His physique was alluring, but his power over her was deadly.

Her hands gripped the cloth of his sleeves and tried to push him away while screaming in pain but the man just gently stroked its other hand on her waist as if he's calming her, before he spoke to her again in her head with the same deep but soothing voice. I don't wanna hear anymore scream...

She was surprised with her sudden silence. Her mouth shut, suppressing her scream of helplessness and severe pain, but her tears continued to trail down her cheeks as the man savored every drop of her fresh blood. There was a tingling sensation she didn't want to enjoy, but it was too strong that the pain was slowly pushed back until all she could only feel was the electrifying effect of his bite.

Her body was getting weaker and her eyes no longer blink but her tears kept on kissing her cheeks with his every gulp. She can feel his muscles tensing, she can hear their heartbeats racing with each other, as if an invisible connection was established between them, letting her feel the thirst and lust he was feeling...and it scared her even more. He seemed insatiable, and ferociously craving for everything about her.

His grip on her hair was tight and needy. His hand on her waist snaked around her middle, like a predator with no plans of letting go of its prey. None of these was supposed to make her feel something good. Something beautiful, but the thrumming electricity running through her veins was too overwhelming that all she could do was curse herself silently while letting him enjoy what he was doing. He pulled her body closer until their shadows were finally one. Their proximity was killing her more than his bite, and its destructive intimacy consumed her until her knees finally gone weak, surrendering for the first time to a stranger.

Yvann's eyes shut as the woman's blood filled his empty stomach. The sweetness of her blood was addicting, so as her scent that's lingering in his nose. He can barely remember when he last tasted something this satisfying, and he didn't plan to know anymore...because he knew he never really did. All he could think about at the moment was how she tasted, and how it helped his body regain its strength.

His hand clutched her hair tighter, keeping her in place as he savor her every drop. The fire inside him was incinerating and getting out of control that he just wanted to tear every cloth on her body to feel the warmth of her skin. He'd never been this aroused for a long time and his member was growing as a steel against her belly, ready as a soldier to go on an intimate war. Their clothes became more irritating to him each passing moment and his urge to have his lips in every corner of her body here, in this old rusty platform, was getting harder and harder to contain.

He knew she could feel it, too...but something about her made him keep his business in his pants. He realized a woman who tasted like this should be taken down in his soft king-size bed. Her moans already echoed inside his head but he's still busy with her neck, getting as much as he wanted of her sweet blood.

His fangs withdrew from her neck. Her soft whimper tickled his desire to have her, hard and burning. The woman was losing her strength and if he's not going to stop, he might drain her. There's no way he'll let her die too soon, afraid it'll take forever to find someone who would taste like her.

The woman's knees gone weak and he needed to support her back with his arm. His soft lips kissed the bleeding spot of her neck, letting the electric effect of her warm skin run through his veins. "You taste so good...I can't wait to taste you in another way." His voice was husky with a hint of lustful desire written in his tone.

"You broke my rule...again." The strict voice of his brother made him stop from planting kisses on Christel's neck. He lifted his head to see Valian standing a few feet away from them—prim, disciplined, and naturally calm. The things he least possessed.

His brows curled in an annoyed manner and his sharp gaze met his brother's. "I always will. I've never been one of your pups anyway." His sardonic smirk was back, proudly challenging his brother's patience. "I am the ruler of my own life..."

Valian's eyes narrowed at him as his jaw clenched. "You'll get yourself in trouble. Haven't you learned your lessons yet?"

His lips curved wider. He didn't even bother to wipe the blood stains on the side of his mouth. "Maybe not." His chuckles made Valian's jaw clenched harder.

"Give me the girl, we'll shot her veins with verbane, end of discussion."

Christel gasped with Yvann's sensual touch on her waist while he shot his brother a deadly glare. "Not happening."

"Yvann!" Valian snarled, losing patience with his brother's stubbornness.

Yvann pulled Christel's weak body on his shoulder, his hand snaked around her thighs before he shook his head with an insulting grin written on his face. "Trust me, brother. You wouldn't wanna raise your voice at me again..."

Valian's gaze became more intense, losing the calmness he had portrayed to people. "You really wanna put up this fight, little brother?" His arms folded in front of his toned chest.

Yvann's jaw clenched. His hand caressed his new favorite blood bag's thigh while piercing him a feral look. Valian had no idea how much Yvann enjoyed the look on his face, knowing he could press his buttons that easily just by being his stubborn rule breaker little brother.

The smirk on his face became more insulting, as if challenging the chosen son. "Try me...and I'll show you who really deserves to rule Severuz in the first place."