Chapter 17 Chapter 17

Slowly and painfully I opened my eyes, vision blurred, whole body aching, head pounding loudly, and tried to sit when I heard some shuffling somewhere in the room.

"Relax." Depth and intensity of his voice nearly gave me a heart attack, I looked up before blinking to get rid of dizziness, and met with icy cold gaze of the man who had ruined me for everything.

I tried to see but before I could ask him what happened, he was already beside my side and helped me to sit and placed pillows behind my back, making my body comfortable.

I didn't resisted instead enjoyed his hospitality for few minutes before he could turn into savage beast. He turned around without looking at me, went to another corner, before grabbing a embroided cup and took long strides towards bed.

"Here. Drink this." He gave me the same cup. I looked confusedly at him because in cup there was strange looking thick liquid instead of water, what I was expecting.

"What's this?" My voice came out hoarse, my throat was dry. And after two moments, he looked up and his eyes met mine. I gulped hard.

"It will help you to feel...better." He said hesitantly. His eyes started down at me as he looked at me.

Someone pinch me!

I never saw him hesitating around me, well I never saw him hesitating in front of anyone.

I nodded and brought the cup near my lips and took a sip when my eyes widened as metallic taste of blood rippled through my taste buds. The cup automatically slipped from my grasp as I placed my hands over my mouth, resisting the urge to throw up.

I hardly gulped the sip down my throat as urge to vomit intensified.

"What was this?!" I said grabbing my throat as the blood burned against my throat.

I heard him sigh as he looked at mess I just made and picked up the now very empty cup and placed it on bedside table.

"It was blood...my blood." He said starring down at me with strange flicker in his eyes. I shook my head crawling back.

"A simple glass of water would have been fine." I said crawling away afraid he might try to punish me for running his silk bedsheets.

He exhaled and rubbed his hands over his face.

"Your body is weak. My blood is best option to heal it swiftly." He said placing his knee on bed and leaned towards me making me crawl back.

"And whose fault is that? You should've been more careful. You almost sucked me dry." I mumbled panicking as he leaned more.

"Mine. It's my fault but I couldn't seem to control myself." He said wrapping his hand around my ankle and I gasped as he jerked me to him.

"What're you doing?" I panicked as he sweeped me up in his arms.

"You're weak and your little body won't heal quickly on it's own. You need treatment." He said walking towards the door, carrying me in his arms.

"I'm fine." I whispered as he walked towards Alatar's working room. Maybe he would ask Alatar to give me something to recover quickly.

I let him carry me only because I was too exhausted even after passing out.

He opened the door with kick of his foot and entered unannounced.

"Well, look who decided to wake up." Draven's voice ringed in my ear and I gave him my darkest look.

"Give her something else. She's repulsive to my blood." Lucifer said placing me on couch and positioned some cushions on either side of me.

Why was he being so gentle?

"Sorry but there's nothing but your blood which can make her recover more swiftly." Draven said picking up a book with dark brown cover.

"Lord Draven's right, my lord. Your blood has healing segments." Alatar entertained Draven's words.

I was not going to drink his blood!

"I said I'm fine." I said trying to get their idea to fail.

"Yeah, I can see it on your face." Draven said to which I gave him a stern look.

"Maybe try drinking from him instead, like he did to you. Maybe drinking from vein will help. Or you can simply drink from me, I won't mind." Draven said with a smirk I missed, and lowered hair collar. I looked at him shocked.

I glanced at Lucifer looked ready to tore him apart. I shrieked as he came towards me.

"I don't want to force you but if this concerns your health, I might have to force feed you my blood." Lucifer said sitting beside me as I looked panickingly at him before he raised his hand and his nails elongated in sharp, deadly claws. He positioned his hand to his neck and pierced his skin with claws as fresh blood seeped through his neck.

I gasped as he placed his hands under my legs and picked me up before placing me on his lap.

"What're-"

"Drink." He said nuzzling my face in his neck. His arm seemed to tighten around my waist as my warm breath tickled his neck.

"Drink." This time his voice came out huskily, deep and strained. He placed this hand on back of my neck and embedded my face in his neck.

I sighed. I needed to be stronger for my baby.

I felt him slightly shiver under me as my lips gently caressed his neck, my tongue licked the drops of his metallic blood as the taste felt no more repulsive rather sweet. Maybe it was my paranoid mind, but I heard him let out a soft moan as I sucked blood through his vein. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as I pulled him more closer.

His hands were now rubbing my back as he run his hand through my hairs. I felt...wanted.

"She's gonna suck you dry." Draven's voice entered my ears but I ignored his comment instead let myself enter the ecstasy world. His blood tasted sweet...delicious for some strange reason.

I felt Lucifer leaning in as he licked the corner of my neck, his arms tightening with each lick.

Hungrily, I gulped down his blood down my throat, at that moment nothing mattered.

"Come on! Don't make me pull you apart." Draven said and suddenly Lucifer pulled away as he pushed my head away from his neck but his hold didn't loosened.

"Drinking from wrist would've worked too." Draven mumbled holding back his laugh. Lucifer gave him a look which screamed shut your mouth. The aftermath of drinking his blood was still there, taste lingering on my lips, as I forced the urge to get up from his lap.

"Wait." He said holding my arms and leaned in and I looked shocked at him as he licked the blood off the corner of my lips and pulled away.

"You can go." His deep voice engulfed me wholly. I gulped down and quickly pulled away before getting up. And that's when I realized that Draven and Alatar were still here.

It was embarrassing.

My cheeks flushed in deep shade of red as I hide my face with my hairs, falling on my face.

Lucifer also stood up and took my hand in his. I looked confused and startled where he was clutching my hand and stared down at our joining hands.

"What did you find?" He asked Draven who in response shrugged.

"Two thousands years have passed and your werewolf side will become dominant as time will flew. You will transform, submit to moon, higher power but this power will be so much for you to handle. So, as a conclusion you need tribrid's blood." Draven said opening the same book he was previously holding. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Are you saying that my child-"

"No. He just needs a drop to quench his thirst." Draven cut me off.

Lucifer's hand tightened around mine.

"I'm not risking my child's safety for this bloody curse!" He growled and some emotion flicked in his eyes.

"It's just a drop." Draven argued back.

"No." Lucifer quipped.

Draven shrugged.

"It's fine. So, you can have Sarah's blood for rest of your life, maybe one time a day will come when you'll suck her dry." I tensed. He wouldn't do that?

Lucifer tensed beside me.

"Find me another cure." He said before almost dragging me with him towards the door. A sudden thought crossed my mind, why was he being generous? If he wanted dhe could just forcefully drank from me? Why? did he wanted cure when I could be his cure?

Was he feeling bad for doing all those terrible things to me? Did he really had feelings for me, like Draven told me earlier? Or was this his another cruel way to earn my trust only to break it afterwards?

All those thoughts, and all these things, I was fed up and I really needed an answer. His diabolic obsession with me was slowly killing me and his unsaid love, which Draven presumed Lucifer had for me, was toxic. Let's accept for a second that he loved me then this behavior was far from a man loving? his woman.

My thoughts stilled when he opened the door to our room. Our? Seriously!

"You need to drink from me regularly." His words gave me both fear and ecstasy. My inner soul wanted to nothing with him and my body was aching to drink from him. Why was this happening?

"You're carrying a tribrid, with partial vampire blood in it. The lust for blood is his or her need, not yours." He said and suddenly loosened his grip on my hand before turning towards the door again.

"Have some rest. I'll send someone with dinner." His cold voice muttered and he left me all alone in this dark room, all puzzled and devastated by his change in behavior.

I sighed.

He was unpredictable.

I rushed to bed before getting under the sheets. I was exhausted and tired. So, I closed my eyes and let the blanket of sleep fell on me. And like always my dreams were covered with horrific red eyes which glowed with rage and fury.

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"I'M NOT GONNA FUCKING DRINK FROM HER!" Lucifer snarled fisting Draven's collar, slamming him against the wall, making the walls shake with his words.

"And I'm not gonna watch you die. For you, life and death are same but for her, for little life growing inside her, you're everything, no matter if you're her biggest nightmare." Draven said unfazed by Lucifer's temper. He knew this was eventually going to happen.

"And making me drink her blood won't make me a saint either!" Lucifer growled throwing Draven on ground. Draven dusted the dust off him and stood up, straightening his collar.

"No one's asking you to be a saint but think about her, or your child. She needs you more than she realizes." He said with narrowed eyes before continuing. "You're cursed, the cursed hybrid, and for her, you need to live. Just think what will happen to her right your enemies will know that you're getting weaken, that you're losing your strength, they won't stop until they have your head. And once you'll be out of way, she'll become their spoil of war, a trophy maybe, with the beauty she possess." Draven said running his hands through his short brown hairs.

Lucifer gave him a pointed look and new wave of anger swept through him like someone had put him in hot molten lava, he slammed his fist on wall as paintings shook.

"She's no one's but me." He gritted.

"Exactly! But who will stop them when you'll be nothing but a dead man." Draven raised his brown and placed his hands on his hips.

"Just one drop of her blood for five months." Draven said suggestively.

Lucifer reciprocated his action and raised his thick eyebrow.

"And after that what? Letting myself get drown in lust of her blood and eventually suck her dry?" Lucifer scoffed.

"After that you'll have a tribrid playing in your lap. You just need a single, teeny-tiny drop of blood of your child and VOIL?! you'll be free from your curse." Draven clapped his hands and smiled at Lucifer.

Lucifer's anger intensified hearing his words.

"Why do I think, you want me to drain my fucking family?" Lucifer said rubbing his temples. A small smile crepted on Draven's face hearing his words.

"One drop and you'll spend rest of your fucking fantastic life with your family." Draven said stressing the word family. Lucifer stilled.

"I need to think." Lucifer said turning around and going for door.

"Think as much as you want but at last you have to make a decision; spend your life with your love, the mother of your child or watch her suffer, from hands of strangers, from hell." Draven said before Lucifer could open the door. Lucifer's body tensed.

Letting Sarah suffer wasn't an option and letting himself die wasn't becoming an option either. He needed time, to think, to process, to gather his thoughts, his feelings. And he knew drinking from her would become difficult, he could barely contain himself around her and having her slender neck wrapped around his fingers as he drank from him, would be torturous. And on top of that, he needed to feed her his blood till the child was born, which would become another serious problem for his body.

He was walking towards his chambers when he crossed the hallway. His ears twitched as he heard grunts coming from side room. He narrowed his brows, taking a step towards the room as groaning and grunts mixed with soft moans. He was about to turn away when he heard very familiar voice.

"Harder!" Soft voice of woman, he was well acquainted with entered his ears, he stilled, swiftly tuned around, and opened the door with a loud thud. His eyes sparked with fury and anger as his eyes landed on very familiar face.

"What the fuck?!" He snarled as her face paled and she immediately grabbed the sheets and wrapped them around herself.

"L-Lucifer." She panicked as she watched Lucifer's angry glare.

"M-My Lord!" The man stuttered as his silver hairs sticked to his forehead with sweat.

"You're dead!" Lucifer growled as he paced towards the man. She quickly rushed and stood in front of Lucifer, blocking his way.

"Get out of my way, Victoria!" He snarled pushing her away.

"No! Please!" She cried as Michael's face paled with anticipation.

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