Be Careful When You Bite Me

Chapter 23

“I know that I terrified you that night when I killed that Jester and I know that your life has been flipped

completely up side down.”

I couldn’t help but notice his usually bright and beautiful golden eyes had gone black. Brown veins shot

from the perimeters of his sclera connecting to his pupils.

“I know this may all seem like I’m just trying to prove a point to my father or that I’m doing all of this to

be King but I need that throne if I want the future to be better.”

“Better how?” I whispered. His hands dropped to his sides and he took a step back.

“The way my father is running things now, I don’t agree with it. For hundreds of years Cold Ones have

bred villagers to use as their own personal blood supply. The Cold Ones have a treaty with the

werewolves, they get the corpses of the dead villagers to feed on when we are done with them. Keeps

them from feeding off of foreigners.”

“If you were to be King and change all of this, what would happen to your people, or the wolves?”

Damon shook his head,” I haven’t figured that out yet, but there are other things that need to be

changed. The Cold Ones law limits us in ways that we either get shunned or staked, someone needs to

end the murder.”

I couldn’t help but notice that the brown lines in his eyes were multiplying. Blue veins became visible in

his forehead as he spoke.

“My father always speaks about how the humans used to stake our ancestors because they thought we

were monsters, maybe they weren’t so far off-“

“Damon,” I lifted my hands and placed it on his cold cheeks,” your eyes, they’re turning brown, are you

ok?”

He turned his face away from my hand and stepped away, back towards the couch.

“I hadn’t planned to stay the night, I thought I’d be back at the castle, I need to feed.”

He grabbed his phone and typed away anxiously.

“What happens if you don’t? Where are you going to feed?”

I didn’t even know how to ask that question. I watched his fangs extend and dig into his lips. The veins

on his arms and neck were now bright blue and visible through his skin.

I took a step closer to him but he flinched back,” don’t come any closer,” he snapped.

“Damon, you need to feed, tell me what to do, how to help you.”

He flung the phone across the room and began to head towards the exit. I ran after him, concerned and

yelled out,” you can’t go down there like that, people will see you-“

“I need to get out of here,” he retorted but before he could leave I flung myself in front of him and

against the door.

“Damon stop, look at me,” I tried to calm him down by placing my hands on his face. The whites in his

eyes had gone completely brown and his face was covered in blue veins. His torn lips bled from the

fangs that had been pressed down on them and he let out a small growl,” move!”

I’m not sure if it’s the pleasure I had experienced when Xavier had bitten me or if it was my panic that

something would happen to Damon, but I knew I wasn’t thinking clearly when I let out my next words.

“Bite me...”

Damon pushed past me, throwing my body against the other side of the wall.

He reached for the doorknob but I flung myself at the door again, knowing if I let him go out looking like

that, he would kill the first person he seen.

“Damon stop!” His eyes had gone unrecognized. The hunger in his face was clear and it was even

more obvious that he was trying to contain himself.

“Holly, get out of my way,” he snarled the words out at me but I wasn’t afraid.

I leaned my head back against the door exposed my neck to him,” I won’t be mad, bite me.”

Damon hesitated for a second before digging his hungry fangs into my skin.

It was even more pleasureful then I could have imagined. The feeling of Damon’s lips pressed tightly

against my skin, his fangs buried inside of me send an intoxicating ray of thrill through out my entire

being. It was almost addicting and seductive. I wanted to be closer to him, I suddenly wanted him to

engulf me completely. He lifted his hands and placed them firmly on my head, one holding up my chin

and the other dug inside my hair.

I fell back against the wall completely and let his knee that pressed tightly in between my thighs hold

me up.

I felt my hands reach up without my persimmon and grip his hard arms. It’s never felt this good to be in

someone’s embrace and the feeling was nothing like I had ever thought it to be.

I couldn’t help but moan out loud and felt Damon dig his mouth even deeper into my neck, groaning at

the satisfaction.

I suddenly felt my vision beginning to get groggy. My bones were beginning to go limp and I knew I had

to stop him soon. The feeling of pleasure combined with the feeling of exhaustion and my hands

suddenly fell to my sides.

I opened my lips in an attempt to call out his name but I ended up whispering it.

“Damon,” I breathed out,” stop.”

I tried to move my hands to push him away but he body was stationed as solid as a brick wall.

My vision began to go dark and soon enough Damon’s hands and knees were the only thing keeping

me from collapsing completely.

“Damon,” I breathed out again finally felt him began to pull back but it must have been too late because

I had already slipped into unconsciousness.

I flickered my eyes open, slowly to adjust to the light. I felt a massive headache invade my head and

sat up slowly to examine my surroundings.

I was in bed, still at the hotel suite, the balcony door was wide open and the slight breeze send shivers

down my leg. I gasped when I realized my leg was bare and peeked under the covers to realize I was

completely naked.

Memories of the night before flooded my thoughts and my brain raced with where is Damon and where

were my clothes.

I struggled to get out of the massive bed. I wrapped the sheets tightly around my body and stumbled to

the bathroom.

There was still no sight of Damon or my clothes.

I mentally swooned over the bathtub and opened the glass doors to the standing shower right across.

I bathed my body in warm water and watched the dried up blood from my neck drip down my wet body.

I closed my eyes and thought of how amazing it had felt to have his lips and hands on me. It felt

impossible to know that I might not get to feel that again ever again.

Was it wrong of me to hope that he forgets to feed again? Last night he had lost control and I wasn’t

sure why the thought of almost being killed at the hands of Damon didn’t completely and utterly terrify

me.

I lusted for another second in hands and struggled to stifle my desire.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. Back into the living room, I noticed a

metal cart with trays of food on it and a note.

Eat up,

Damon

I lifted the metal tops to reveal contents inside. The first one looked like an omelette with some fruit and

the second hard toast and some meats.

My stomach rumbled out loud and I realized how much I had missed food.

I dug into the meal and lost track of time. I heard the entrance door open and fumbled with my towel to

make sure it was covering my body. In walked in Damon with some fresh clothes that I couldn’t help but

wonder where he had gotten from.

He looked like a different person today in comparison to yesterday. He looked...full.

I almost chuckled out loud at the thought.

He paused to examine me, making me suddenly very weary of the fact that I was wearing nothing.

His eyes glanced over at my neck and back up to my face.

He reached his hands out and handed me a brown plastic bag.

“Y-you’re clothes, they were bloody, I had them washed this morning.”

I nodded and grabbed the bag from his hands.

“Did you like the food,” he continued.

I realized he was probably feeling guilty or maybe awkward after last nights events. I decided to push

aside my nervousness and smiled brightly,” I loved the food, thank you, I was so hungry.”

He nodded and disappeared into the bedroom, still talking,” you didn’t eat last night you must have

been starving.”

I quickly struggled with my top and slipped it on over the towel.

“I was, but that’s ok, I’m full now,” I fumbled with the bag until I found my panties and slipped them on in

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I flung the towel off me and towards the couch.

I had got my leggings halfway on when Damon stepped back into the living room. We both paused at

the sight of me.